Tuesday, Rachael phoned and asked me around for dinner. When I arrived, she was home alone, Lynette being on the night shift. I was relieved and pleased 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 wanted a permanent relationship.

She was okay about us having the odd session where we invited Lynette in with us, but she mentioned that Lynette wanted to bring Shane into our circle. She was absolutely against this and freely admitted she was jealous.

As I have said, I was keen to entertain a threesome with Shane. She was a very sexy, attractive young lady. But I was fond of Rachael and didn’t want to screw around with her. So I promised her I would not sleep with Shane, no matter what happened.

I was in a difficult space as my feelings for Rachael had grown, and she was much more than just a quick bonk. I did not want to hurt her or our relationship to end before I had a chance to broaden her horizons. She was just too naive and vulnerable for me to mess around with.

But experience told me that this affair was unlikely to last. I had about seven weeks to run on my contract in Gisborne and then would be moving back to Auckland, where I had a new teaching contract for two years. Added to that, I was seventeen years older than Rachael. She needed to have experience with guys more her age before she could make any sensible decision about our relationship.

I also knew Rachael had at least two years to run in her Radiography internship. She talked of breaking this and coming to live in Auckland. I realised I needed to work on cooling our relationship so she didn’t make a silly decision. Very difficult to decide how to do this, though, when over the last few days, I had had such fantastic sex. My brain was saying one thing, but the brain in my cock had plenty of 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 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 the two of us together more often than not.

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 talk about the last weekend, so let’s jump to that.

After one of our threesomes, we were lounging around in the flat. Lynette asked us what our favourite sexual experience had been to date, then quickly modified her question to; ‘or our favourite fantasy’. She amended her question 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. My biggest fantasy was to have it in an Airplane and get in the mile-high club.

It was tough to get Rachael to open up about anything. She 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 had gone to try on her first 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 her age.

Rachael was surprised that her mother accepted this and left her to the salesgirl. Once her mother had departed, the sales girl shifted to a different area and selected three lovely bra and knickers sets. She then took Rachael to the fitting rooms and told her to strip off and 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 a bra and knickers. But she wanted 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 goosebumps. It was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her.

She said her excitement heightened when the sales girl returned, checked the sizing, and said 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. It left Rachael in the booth, wearing only a pair of very sexy lace knickers for a few minutes because the sales girl got distracted by another customer.

She told us she almost had an orgasm while she waited as women and men were walking past, with only a thin curtain hiding her.

Over her shoulder, Lynette winked at me and mouthed, “We’re 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 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 changing room was 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 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 few people in the store, and the changing rooms were hardly being used, 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, and both Lynette and I took every opportunity to touch her boobs and arse.

When she started to get flushed and turned on, Lynette bundled up all her clothes into the bag she had brought, and we left Rachael naked in the changing room, telling her we were off to get some more items for her to try on.

The look of panic as we opened the door and left was priceless. Rachael 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 before we returned.

We had to knock on the door as Rachael had it locked. She let us in, complaining that we were both a pack of bastards for doing this to her. But I also noted she looked very turned on and was very wet between her legs.

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. 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, bounced them in her hands, and tweaked her nipples.

I reached down with both hands, placed them under her hips, and stood up, lifting Rachael off her feet. She fell forward onto Lynette, but then placing her hands on the mirror; she walked herself upright. She was now positioned with her fanny right in front of Lynette’s face, and Lynette took full advantage. Leaning forward, she attacked Rachael’s cunt with her mouth. She also had a few nibbles and licks of my shaft as it slipped under her chin.

Rachel moaned and bucked her hips, attempting to push her clit down Lynette’s throat. I had to cover her mouth to try and quieten her as I became aware that the couple I’d heard talking in the next booth had suddenly gone quiet.

As I thrust into Rachael, I sensed she was about to cum. She was moaning between my fingers and writhing her hips 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 in my peripheral vision, I became aware of the couple next door peering over the dividing partition. They must have gotten up on the seat to look over and leaned to the side, looking around my back. I should object, but what was the use? Rachael and Lynette were unaware they were there, and I was beyond caring. So I lowered my head so they didn’t see I had noticed them.

I could tell from Rachael’s moans that she was seconds from coming. I took my hand from her mouth, seeing 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. She had lifted her knees almost to her chin in an attempt to sink and get more of my cock inside her and had her back arched to present more of her for penetration. I was wet with her juices. So was Lynette; she had a creamy coating of white love juice all around her mouth and chin.

As Rachael started to cum, I stepped up the tempo and rammed into her as hard as possible without smashing her against Lynette’s face. 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 fixed below my waist.

Rachael slumped forward, her moaning slowly subsiding. I hadn’t cum, She had cum too fast for me, but that was okay. I turned her and sat her next to Lynette, then pulled Lynette up and sat down in her place. Lynette sensed my intention and lowered herself down onto me. I just sat still as Lynette bobbed up and down on me, working herself towards her 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 said, “We don’t mind you watching. Come back.”

The couple’s heads slowly returned. They looked to be in their mid-thirties.

Lynette quietly asks 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, and then ducked out of sight. I could see by the slight movements of the woman’s head that he was pulling whatever she was wearing to the side. And when she lifted slightly and gasped, I knew 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 Rachael staring up at the woman with embarrassment in her whole demeanour. She had her arm across her breasts, her other hand 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 once, obeyed me instantly, opening her legs as wide as the limited space would allow; I was surprised I expected protest from her but realised she was still coming down from her orgasm and, as always, wanted another. I reached up and took her hand away from her breasts, pushed it between her legs and made her frig her clit.

She lifted her knees, spread her legs further apart, and inserted a finger deep inside. Her inner lips were puffy and swollen from the action a minute before. And a lusty hunger gripped me when I saw the viscous fluids oozing around her finger onto the seat.

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 climax.

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. However, Rachael had leaned forward so she could watch my shaft as it plunged in and out of Lynette’s very wet hole. Reaching over, I pushed Rachael upright and back against the wall so our neighbours had a good view. It was awkward, but I cricked my arm around until I could take one of her nipples in my fingers, then pulled and tweaked on it.

Rachael came first, her second orgasm, which was noisier than her first. This set me off, and Lynette was not too far behind me. As my vision returned and I returned to reality, I saw that the couple had disappeared, and the sounds coming from behind the partition told me he was giving the woman a right old rogering.

We hurriedly dressed, grabbed the Lingerie, none of which Rachael had tried on, and headed back out into the store. There were funny looks from people hanging around outside the changing rooms. So we hadn’t gone unnoticed.

Rachael wanted to get out of the store, but Lynette stopped us. She wanted to see what the couple next door looked like. She placed the items we had on a table by the entrance, motioned us over to the shoes and began to peruse these until the couple nervously came out and headed for the checkout desk.

The woman wore a denim mid-length skirt, black tights, and a white blouse with a black ‘V’ necked sweater. He was wearing jeans and a ‘T-shirt. They looked to be in their mid-thirties and were showing all 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 return to our place for drinks. I think he would have, but his wife 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 used them to clean up her face before we left the booth.

Lynette had arranged to go and meet friends, leaving Rachael and me to have the rest of the night together. Unbelievably, when we returned to their flat, Rachael wanted more, and I didn’t get back to my place until well after midnight.

And so my time in Gisborne drew to a close. I packed my belongings 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 following day.

I never saw or heard from 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 couple’s wife from the booth next to us on that final 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 spent time writing a delicate 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. There was no more news about Lynette, which was a shame. I would have loved to know all the juicy details of that affair. I had no more letters after that, but I did have some marvellous memories.

That ended my one-year stint in Gisborne. I may write about some other adventures from earlier that year someday, but they will not be a patch on those final two months with Lynette and Rachael.