3. Old Friends, New Roomies

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When I step out of the bathroom with my towel wrapped around my body, Tess gives me a cheery slap on my ass cheek. It loosens the towel and, instead of fixing it, I just let it fall on the floor. She hugs me and rocks me side to side.

She kisses me, holding the nape of my neck in her hand. She's inviting me to go on a viewing with her. She wants to check out a house she's thinking of renting, far out in the country, by the lake.

When she talks about it, her dimple appears and her excitement is contagious. Now that she's got a few freelance gigs on the go, she seems even more confident. She says she wants to think big, look after her needs, and live the way she always really wanted to, out in nature, waking up with a sunrise, going for hikes.

It's not my style, personally, but I love to see her happy like this. I tell her I'll come along after I get dressed. When I walk away, she slaps the other cheek.

It's not technically a viewing because Tess's appointment isn't until next week. It's more like us taking a peek to see the area and the general state of the place. We're parked outside it.

The house is very small, very rustic, and in need of some real handiwork. When I turn to look at her in the driver's seat, she's still beaming and her eyes are skipping around the property, no doubt visualizing all the things she wants to change, imagining a better version, complete with all her personal touches. I grab her chin and kiss the corner of her mouth.

Let's see the view from the lake, I say. She drives around to the back of the property, which faces the lake. She shuts off the engine, and all we can hear are the waves lapping and crashing and the call of birds in the distance.

She opens her door and gets out, still transfixed by the view of the lake and the whole landscape. When she sits down on the hood of the car, I sit down beside her. She thanks me again for letting her stay with me.

I just shake my head to show her it's nothing. I pull her hand to me and squeeze it. And then I stand up, angling myself between her legs.

I place my hands around her neck below me. Her face is smiling and pointed up in my direction, but her eyes are closed. She really is in her element here.

I pull myself closer to her and this makes my breasts frame her face. She moans. I place my hands against her shoulders, easing her into a lying down position on the hood.

Her head rests nearly at the windshield. I climb my way up to her so she's again at the level of my breasts. I prop myself up on one elbow and unbutton my top.

Now her eyes are open. She's on her side, turned to face me. She rests her hand on the curve of my waist.

Then she lets it travel slowly up my side, my arm, and shoulder. She reaches her hand inside the open neck of my shirt and releases a breast. The nipple is already hard, swollen.

Tess places her mouth over it, moving her head and tongue side to side, making me feel a sleepy hunger, feel tingling in my breasts and my pussy. She opens my shirt wider to access them both. I love her sucking them and flashing her tongue on my skin.

She pushes them together with her face in between and inhales deeply. Her mouth keeps kissing at them, nuzzling them, rolling them around her tongue. When she looks up at me, she can see what she's making me feel.

My eyelids are fluttering and I keep sucking in breath. I open her jacket and pull up her shirt to expose her tits too. I want to feel hers as she's pleasing mine.

I squeeze them, their supple roundness, their firm softness. I thumb her nipples, delicately circle them and trace her areolas. Feeling the weight of them in my hand is getting me so excited.

It hits me that these past weeks came out of nowhere, that a part of me always wanted to know her like this, to please her and feel her hands and eyes on my body. She's feeding something in me I didn't know could be fed. I lean on her, making her have to lie flat on her back.

I get on top of her, first leaning myself above her so my tits sweep against her face. I swing them seductively in a lazy motion. It tickles me when her tongue darts out at them.

She's having fun making me giggle, sucking them into her mouth and rubbing her face into them. I slide lower down to her breasts and just the sight of them makes me feel almost hung over with lust, their roundness, their plumpness, the way they taste. I give them both equal attention, nibbling them and sucking at them in long wet kisses.

I let my tongue trail lower down the hollow between her ribs. When I get to her pants, I waste no time unzipping them and wriggling her hips so I can pull them down to her calves. I spread her legs wider.

I'm loving seeing how she's built so perfectly, the curve of her wide hips, her sunken belly and swelling breasts. I bury my face in her clit, giving it a full French kiss, swirling my tongue and lapping at it, scraping it against my taste buds. Her hips are grinding into my face, offering up more of her to my mouth.

She lets out restless groans from her lips. The sound is mixing in with the gentle splash of the waves. I push two fingers into her and she calls out my name.

My mouth is still covering her clit and I can tell I'm hitting sensitive spots because of how she's squirming. It feels nice to be the one who's in control. When I look up, I can see that she's looking down at me.

From my view, her face is resting between her breasts, which move with every tiny jolt she makes. I apply more pressure with my fingers, moving them in and out with more power. They are sleek with her wetness.

I draw a finger down to her asshole and push both fingers into her. Her face goes flush in a bittersweet aching. As I keep pressing inside her, I cover her clit and lips with my mouth again, swirling them around my tongue and passionately kissing them until her hips start to squeeze me so hard I can barely continue.

Her body tenses up in sharp contractions and she's groaning loudly, not able to stop the ragged sounds coming out of her. My face is soaking with her. Her spasms carry on with deep intensity as I continue my busy licking, muffled by the gentle slap of the waves.