Tuesday, Rachael phoned and asked me around for dinner. When I got there, she was home alone, as Lynette was on night shift. I have to say I was quite relieved, and very happy to have Rachael to myself. We sat and talked about the three of us, and I soon realised that Rachael was now a great deal more serious and wanting a permanent relationship. She was okay about us having the odd session where we invited Lynette in with us, but she brought up the fact that Lynette wanted to bring Shane into our circle. She was absolutely against this, and freely admitted she was jealous.
Now as I have said, I was pretty keen to entertain a threesome with Shane, she was a very attractive young lady. But I found I also had very strong feelings for Rachael, and was not going to mess that up. So I promised her I would not sleep with Shane, no matter what happened.
I was in a hard place, as I really did feel some very strong emotions about Rachael and did not want to hurt her, or for our relationship to end. But my experience told me that this affair was very unlikely to last. I had about seven weeks to run on my contract in Gisborne and then was traveling back to Auckland, where I had a new contract for two years. Added to that, I was seventeen years older than Rachael and thought she needed to have experience with guys more her own age before she could make any sensible decision about our relationship.
Also Rachael was locked into a Radiography internship and it had at least two years to run. She talked of breaking this and coming to live in Auckland. I realised I needed to work at cooling this, so she didn’t make some silly decision. Very difficult to decide how to do this though, when I had over the last few days, had such amazing sex. Upper brain was saying one thing but little brain had a lot more sway.
At this point, I can start making up stories about our sex over the next three or four weeks. The fact is I can’t really remember much of the sex in those four weeks. The three of us did wind up in bed together most weekends at least once, but Rachael engineered our timetable so it was just the two of us, most of our time together.
Our first threesome must have happened about the first week in October. I know I finished my contract and left Gisborne to travel back to Auckland on Sunday,12 December.
Anyway, the whole point of this story was that I wanted to tell about the last weekend, so let’s just jump to that.
After one of our threesomes, we lay about in the flat, talking.
Lynette asked us what our favourite sexual experience had been to date, then quickly modified her question to; ‘or our favourite fantasy’. She obviously did this because of Rachael’s limited experience.
I seem to remember that Lynette’s was about doing it in a lift in a very tall building.
I said my biggest fantasy was to have it in an Airplane and get in the mile high club.
Rachael was very hard to get to open up about anything. She just couldn’t think of anything to tell. After a lot of prodding and suggestions from Lynette and me, she said she did remember getting very horny once.
She was about sixteen and had gone to try on a new bra with her mother. They had travelled into Hamilton City and gone to a department store. Her mother was pulling out boring old stuff and the sales girl interjected, told her mother to go and have a coffee and that she would give Rachael a sizing and fit her with something appropriate for a girl of her age.
Rachael was surprised that her mother accepted this and left her to the sales girl, I say girl, because Rachael said she was only two or three years older than herself.
Once they were on their own, the sales girl shifted to a different area and selected three very nice bra and knickers sets. She then took Rachael over to the fitting rooms and told her to strip off and to call her in when she had one of the sets on.
Rachael was mortified at the thought of stripping naked in the changing room and felt even more concerned about calling the sales girl in with her, only being dressed in bra and knickers. But she felt she had to go along with it, as it was much better than having her mother involved.
She said that once she was naked, she heard a couple of guys talking in the booth next to hers and she suddenly found herself going wet between her legs and got goose bumps. It was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her.
The excitement was heightened when the sales girl came back and checked the sizing, and as the bra was too tight. The girl got her to take off the bra, took the other two bras and went out to get larger sizes.
This left Rachael in the booth, wearing only a pair of very sexy lace knickers for about ten minutes, because the sales girl got distracted by another customer.
She told us she almost had an orgasm in there while she waited as there were women and men walking past, with only a thin curtain hiding her.
Over her shoulder, Lynette winked at me and mouthed, “We are going to get her into a changing booth.”
Well, the final week of my term in Gisborne was upon me. I was to leave early on the Sunday for the drive to Auckland.
Lynette arranged for the three of us to have dinner downtown on Friday night and informed me she had spent some time checking out all the shops with changing rooms. The best she had found was the Farmers Store, which is a large department store much like Walmart, only much, much smaller. She said it was the only changing room she had found that had a door, and the end one of the four changing rooms was actually quite large.
We all met up for dinner at a restaurant we frequented, and after dinner I told Rachael I was going to buy her some sexy lingerie as a going away present. So we all walked from the restaurant down to Farmers and looked through the lingerie section. Lynette found several items that shocked Rachael, and with cries of, “I can’t wear that,” we headed for the changing rooms.
There were not that many people in the store and the rooms were all empty and so we chose the end room, locked the door and proceeded to strip Rachael of all her clothes. She objected throughout, but was getting excited. We got her to try on lots of very sexy items, both Lynette and I taking every opportunity to feel her up and caress her boobs.
Just when she was starting to willingly let us have our way, and she was getting very flushed and turned on, Lynette bundled up all her clothes and the items of lingerie into the bag she had, and we left her naked in the changing room, telling her we were going to get some more items for her to try on.
The look of panic as we opened the door and left was priceless. I think she finally realised what we were up to.
I followed Lynette around the store as she gathered more items. We took our time and waited until several women and men had entered and left the changing rooms, then returned. We had to knock on the door as it was locked. Rachael let us in, letting us know we were both a pack of bastards for doing this to her. But I also noted there were juices flowing down her legs and she was very flushed and short of breath.
I took her in my arms to console her. Lynette moved behind me and started removing my clothes. Rachael got the message and quickly joined in, unzipping my jeans and pushing them down my legs. I spun around and unbuttoned Lynette’s blouse; she put up no resistance at all. Once Rachael had my Jeans and boxers off, she joined me in stripping Lynette.
Once we were all naked, I spun Rachael around, hooked an arm around her hips and pushing her shoulders, bent her forward. I bent my knees, and in one thrust took her from behind. Lynette slipped onto the seat in front of us under Rachael, grabbed her tits, bouncing them in her hands, and tweaked her nipples.
I reached down with both hands and placed one under each thigh, just below where her legs met her butt, then opening her legs wide I stood up, lifting Rachael up off her feet.
She fell forward onto Lynette, but then placing her hands on the mirror, she walked herself upright. This presented her fanny right in front of Lynette’s face, and she took full advantage of this and leaning forward, she attacked Rachael’s cunt with her mouth. She also had a few nibbles and licks of my shaft as it was slipping in and out past her mouth.
Rachel moaned and bucked her hips trying to push her clit down Lynette’s throat. I had to cover her mouth, to try and quieten her, as the couple that had been talking in the next booth and had suddenly gone quiet.
As I stroked into Rachael, it was obvious she was about to cum. She was moaning between my fingers and writhing her hips around on Lynette’s tongue. I felt Lynette’s tongue slide along my shaft, lick around my balls, then back along my shaft and off onto Rachael’s slit again. She did this a couple of times, bringing Rachael closer and closer to her orgasm.
Then I was aware of a shadow falling on me, and using my peripheral vision, glanced in the mirror.
The couple next door were up on the seat looking over the partition, leaning apart, so each could see around my back and see what was happening in the mirror. I thought I should object, but what was the use, Rachael and Lynette were unaware they were being watched, and I was beyond caring. So I lowered my head, so they didn’t see I had noticed them.
I could tell from the sound of Rachael’s moans, that she was close to coming. I took my hand from her mouth, I saw no use now in trying to silence her, and slipped my hand down to her breast. I watched her face in the mirror and saw that her lips had parted and her eyes had a shiny glaze to them. She had lifted her knees up almost to her chin in an attempt to sink down and get more of my cock inside her, and had her back arched, again to present more of her for penetration. I was soaked with her juices. So was Lynette, she had a coating of creamy white love juice all around her mouth and chin.
As she started to cum, I stepped up the tempo and rammed into her as hard as I could without smashing her against Lynette’s face. As she came she let out a few expletives that would have shocked a sailor. But glancing in the mirror, I could see it didn’t seem to worry our voyeur neighbours, who didn’t notice my glance, as both had their eyes firmly fixed well below my waist?
Rachael slumped forward, her moaning slowly subsiding. I hadn’t cum, Rachael was too fast, but that was okay. I turned her and sat her next to Lynette, then pulled Lynette up and sat down in her place. She didn’t turn around, just lowered herself down onto me. I just sat still as Lynette bobbed up and down on me, working herself towards her own orgasm. In her excitement, she arched her back, and craning her head around to try and kiss me, she saw our very red faced neighbours watching over the wall.
Lynette did not miss a beat, she just said, “Hi!” The couple mouthed sorry and ducked down. But Lynette did not want that and called out, “I don’t mind you watching, come back.”
The couple’s heads slowly returned. They looked to be in their mid-thirties
Lynette quietly says to the guy, “Are you playing with her fanny?”
To which he shook his head.
“Well you should be; look at her she needs some attention.”
He looked at his partner, saw the lust on her face, then ducked out of sight. I could see by the slight movements of her head, he was pulling down her clothes; shorts, skirt or panties, I had no idea. But then she lifted up ever so slightly and the look on her face told me he had inserted fingers in her fanny. She looked to my right, and a flicker of disappointment showed in her eyes.
I looked right and saw that Rachael was staring up at the woman with embarrassment in her whole demeanour. She had her arm across her breasts, her other hand down on her mound hiding herself.
I reached my right hand over and took ahold of her knee. “Open your legs and take your hand away.”
Rachael, for the first time, obeyed me instantly, opening her legs as wide as the limited space would allow; I was surprised I really expected protest from her, but realised she was still coming down from her orgasm, and as always needed the second one, which was always better for her than the first. I reached up and took her hand away from her breasts, then lowered it back between her legs and pressed it down on her clit.
She lifted her knees, spread her legs further apart, and inserted a finger deep inside. Her inner lips were swollen from the action a minute before, and a white stream of viscous fluid oozed onto the seat below her
The guy’s head appeared back above the partition. I arched forward, placing my butt on the edge of the seat, bent back pulling Lynette with me, so he had a view of my shaft sliding in and out of Lynette as she bounced and ground her way towards her own climax.
I noticed that although the guy couldn’t take his eyes from between Lynette’s and my legs, the woman was more interested in Rachael, who now had two fingers in herself. She was leaning forward to also watch my shaft working its way in and out of Lynette’s very wet hole. So I pushed her back with my right arm so that our neighbours had a good view of Rachael fingering herself. It was really awkward but I cricked my arm around until I could take one of her nipples in between thumb and forefinger, then pulled and tweaked on it.
Rachael came first, her second orgasm, and it was noisier than her first. This set me off and Lynette was not too far behind me. As my vision returned and I came back to reality, I saw that the couple had disappeared and obvious sounds of them making love, filtered through from the booth next door.
We hurriedly dressed, grabbed the Lingerie, none of which had been tried on, and headed back out into the store. There were some funny looks from a couple of people hanging around outside the changing rooms. So we definitely hadn’t gone un-noticed. Rachael wanted to get out of the store, but Lynette stopped us; she wanted to see what the couple next door looked like. So we handed the items we had, then moved over to the shoes and perused these until the couple nervously came out and headed for the counter.
The woman had on a denim mid-length skirt, black tights, and white blouse with a black ‘V’ necked sweater. He was wearing jeans and a ‘T’ shirt, they looked to be in there mid thirties and were showing the signs of just having had sex.
Lynette walked over to the guy standing by his wife while she was paying for an item. She spoke with him for a bit then returned to us.
“What did you say to him?” Rachael blurted out.
“I asked him if they wanted to come back to our place for drinks. I think he would have, but she declined point blank.”
We departed Farmer’s, not having bought a thing. Rachael couldn’t try on anything after our session, as even when she pulled her panties on, they were quickly wet from her excitement. Lynette also had very wet panties on, she had to use them to clean up her face before we left the booth.
Lynette had arranged to go and meet friends, leaving Rachael and I to have the rest of the night together.
And so my time in Gisborne drew to a close. I packed all Saturday. Rachael came over on Saturday night and spent the night. There were tears, reminiscing about our short time together and finally some farewell sex. I would not let her stay as I wanted to be started on my six-hour drive back to Auckland early the next morning.
I never heard of, or saw Lynette again. I did have a couple of letters from Rachael. The first was interesting, as she informed me that Lynette had met up with the wife of the couple that were in the booth next to us that last Friday night and was having an affair with her. That didn’t surprise me, as looking back I remembered the woman was far more interested in watching the girls. But knowing Lynette, I bet she was working at getting the husband into a threesome. The downside of the letter was Racheal wanting to come to Auckland. So I wrote a very sensitive letter, explaining that she needed to wait a few months and go on some other dates before she made any decisions.
The second letter was to inform me she was seeing a doctor from the hospital. No more news about Lynette, which was a shame, I would have loved to know all the juicy details of that affair.
Nothing more after that, other than some marvellous memories. And so ends my one year stint in Gisborne. But there are a couple of good stories from earlier that year that I may get to write about some day.
