When I moved to Brisbane, I was lucky enough to have a couch to sleep on while I was looking for a place to live. I was also fortunate enough to have a friend who was a rental property manager and we had been meaning to catch up.
We arranged to meet one Tuesday afternoon to look at some apartments. Not having a car, I got the bus to the first apartment. I was fifteen minutes away and had to wait in the hot Australian sun building up the stream inside me.
My friend arrived, wearing her business dress that hugged her curves, and my memories of past hookups immediately entered my mind, adding to the heat inside me that built while I waited for her. We met up and hugged, our bodies pressed against each other as the sparks started flying again.
We made our way to the empty apartment, and she began to show me around the place until, when we reached the final room, the kitchen, she sat on the counter as we talked about the apartment.
The conversation quickly turned to reminiscing when the urge to kiss her overpowered me, and I had to kiss her. I made the move to kiss her, and she kissed me back, the kissing became more and more intense as our hands began to explore each other’s bodies.
I knew I wanted her there, and I lifted her dress and began kissing her inner thighs, making my way down her inner thigh slowly, teasingly before moving her panties to the side and flicking my tongue all over her clit. My tongue was exploring her tight-shaven pussy as my fingers slid inside her. I started slowly then built up speed and depth as she moaned. With my spare hand, I reached up to play with her E-cup breasts as my fingers and tongue continued to work in combination, making her moan as her hands were going through my hair.
