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(Taking Liberties, continued...)

You find Rachel alone in the kitchen, tidying the counter after dinner. You pause for a second to admire the way her body is squeezed into the tight, short dress that has distracted you all night.

She looks up at you and smiles. “Oh. Hi Vince.”

“Need a hand, Rachel?” you ask. But your intentions are anything but helpful.

“No, I’m almost done thanks,” she replies. “I’ll be out again in a second.”

You look behind you to make sure that no-one is coming, then join Rachel behind the counter, standing beside her. “I think I’ll give you a hand anyway,” you insist, placing your hand on her waist and pulling her to you. Her body is firm and warm beneath your palm.

“Vince, what are you doing?” she asks warily.

“Just giving you a hand,” you reply as you begin to stroke up and down the side of her body. It’s a bold move, and you’re asking for a slapped face. But fuck it — she’s made you so horny that you’re prepared to take the risk.

“You might’ve had a bit too much to drink,” she suggests, trying unsuccessfully to move away from you.

“You might be right,” you reply. Actually you’re pretty sober, but being drunk would serve as some kind of excuse for what you’re about to try next. You slide your hand down to her ass and give it a firm squeeze.

“Vince!” she gasps. “You can’t just… just…”

“Just what?” you ask, fondling her sexy bottom through her dress. You’ve wanted to do this for so long. If she punches you in the balls now, it will all have been worth it.

“You can’t just walk up to a girl and start” — she fumbles for the words — “taking liberties!”

“Why not?” you counter, hoping that engaging her in conversation will allow you to keep groping for longer. You slide your hand from cheek to cheek, exploring the curvature of her delightful derriere. You can’t believe she’s letting you do this.

“What do you mean, why not?” she replies disbelievingly. “You just can’t!”

“Rachel, I’m not sure that I want to live in a world where I can’t grope a beautiful woman. Do you mind if I take a look at your panties?” you ask brazenly, surprising even yourself.

She’s rightfully dumbstruck. “Do I mind… what?”

You don’t wait for an answer that would probably be in the negative anyway. You tug her dress up around her waist, revealing a pretty pair of pink-striped cotton knickers, riding up slightly between her cheeks.

“Oh my God!” whispers Rachel, still standing facing the counter as her underwear is exposed. She puts her face in her hands, blushing furiously.

You start squeezing and stroking her ass through her panties. “You’ve got a nice butt, Rachel. You know it, don’t you? That’s why you’ve been teasing me all night with it.”

“Vince, I haven’t been teasing you!” she protests.

“Oh. Okay,” you reply, a little disappointed. “Sorry. My bad.”

You press two fingers between her legs and she clamps her thighs together in an attempt to block access to her pussy. In response you shove your knee between her thighs and force her legs apart fairly easily, then slide your whole hand between her legs and begin rubbing her through her panty gusset.

“Vince, you can’t!” she objects.

“No-one seems to be stopping me,” you reply. It’s true — she’s made very little attempt to prevent you having your way with her. Things are going absolutely swimmingly.

“Stop,” she says weakly, but she doesn’t move as you continue to stroke her, feeling her heat and dampness through her panties. You position yourself behind her and press yourself against her. The bulge in your pants pokes into her ass crack. Slowly you grind it up and down.

“Do you know what this is?” you ask, holding her against you with a hand on her stomach.

“Yes,” she whispers.

“What is it?” you prompt.

She waits a few seconds before quietly replying. “It’s your dick.”

“It’s yours if you want it,” you offer, thrusting against her, feeling her buttocks squish as you push your hips against them.

She doesn’t reply.

“Do you want it?” you persist.

Silence again. You take that to mean assent. You undo your pants and let them fall to your ankles, quickly followed by your underpants. Your cock is rock hard and angry. You rub it against her buttocks, using it to poke her panties into her crack, then slip it between her thighs, rubbing your knob against her camel-toe.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” she whispers, squirming as your big dick prods at her nether regions.

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