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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by Anon...)
Too distracted at work, you head home early and set about fixing dinner. Just as you are opening a beer after adding the finishing touches to the pasta sauce, you hear Rachel coming in the front door.
“Hi babe, how was work?” you hear Rachel call out. “Can you gimme a hand with these bags?”
“Bags? What bags? Oh man!” you think rushing down the hall. Sure enough, your beautiful girlfriend is standing there loaded up with shopping bags.
“Wow that’s a lot of stuff you got there honey, here let me help,” you say, trying to contain yourself.
“Sure is! Here put these in the fridge — you and the boys will want these nice and chilled for tomorrow’s game!” Rachel exclaims, handing you two bags filled with your favorite craft beer. “I’ll take this one” she continues, heading off to the bedroom.
You hurry off to stow the beer in the fridge. The pasta sauce is bubbling over, and you quickly lift it off the stove top. As you put it down, you hear Rachel enter the kitchen, and turn to face her. Your eyes bulge out of your head when you see her standing there holding a red bikini top in one hand and a tight pair of denim shorts in the other.
“Daisy Duke enough for ya?” Rachel asks with a wicked sexy smile. You’re lost for words, and all you can do is nod your head in the affirmative.
“Is that all you have to say? Nothing? Did I go too far Ross — I’m sorry ” Rachel starts, about to turn and walk away. Snapping quickly out of your trance, you stop her in her tracks.
“No. Put them on, you little bimbo!”
“I’ll have you know that I have a degree, mister!” Rachel replies. “I’m no bimbo — yet,” she continues, the sexy smile returning to her face. “Do you want me to try them on?”
“Yes!” is your only reply. Your girlfriend retreats out of the room, leaving you standing there wondering what happens next, and thinking that one of the things that attracted you to Rachel in the beginning was her brains and how assertive she was.
A few minutes later Rachel walks back into the room. She is barefoot and wearing the shorts and bikini top. Your dick swells up as you look at your own personal Daisy Duke. Her shorts as so high cut that there is almost no fabric at the hips. Her bikini is obviously a size too small and her boobs are swelling out of the sides, revealing some fabulous side-boob to add to the jiggling cleavage. She stands there, one foot rubbing the back of her leg, her finger twirling her hair.
“Ahhh, ooohh huhuh, oooh! I feel so amazing right now Ross!” she says in a voice so bimbo-fied that you swear she must have been practicing all day.
“It’s like, it’s like everything is gone in my head. Like the only thoughts that I have right now, are like about — I don’t know! My head is just empty, hi hi huhuh!”she giggles.
“That’s an amazing outfit you have there, you look sexy enough to fuck right on the table!” you growl, rubbing your crotch. “Where did you get it?” you ask, thinking about how much fun it would have been to watch her try it on.
“Ohhh, that’s so sweet of you babe! Haha, I’m just so confused — I don’t know where I got it — my empty little head just can’t think! The store sure was fancy — it had lots of flashing lights and pictures, hihihi hahaha,” Rachel giggles.
“Now I’m all worried! Ah haha, I don’t know how I’m going to remember all your friends names tomorrow! It’s just like, you know, I’ll prolly get all confused in my empty little head and mess things up!”
“I’m sure you’ll do fine, Rachel. The guys won’t mind a bit if my little airhead bimbo gets all confused. I’m sure they’ll be happy to have you serve them beer. I’ll make sure they speak slowly when they speak to you. You’ll do fine, I’m sure.”
“Oh gee babe, hihi huhuh, that’s so nice of you to think of me like that! You sure are a great boyfriend, making sure your buddies are real nice to me! I better get these clothes off before I get them all dirty before tomorrow!” Rachel exclaims and rushes off before you can say another word.
A few minutes later Rachel returns wearing her normal after work attire — track pants and a sweater — and sits down to dinner like nothing ever happened. You’re very confused at this point. It’s just like this morning — is your gorgeous sexy girlfriend just teasing you? Or is she really going to do it?
With a pang of resentment, you wonder why she isn’t letting you nail her bimbo ass right now on the kitchen table.