Marjorie supposes, “Or, what if we did get to know each other? He was going to introduce us anyway.”
Mia considers the proposal, “I would be willing to trial it, yeah. I know he’d love it, which is why I’m thinking about it. Now, I’m supposed to be on vacation with my girlfriend, if you don’t mind?”
Marjorie enquires, “Moved on from him, I see? Didn’t take you long, did it?”
Mia folds her arms, defensively suggesting, “He’d want me to move on. I know he’s happy with me, and proud of who I am.”
Marjorie snaps, “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”
Mia remarks, “Oh, she does. She really does,” ushering her guest to her feet, and showing her the door. “I’m not losing any sleep about any of this.”
Marjorie steps out into the sunshine, promising, “I’ll be in touch.”
Mia raises her eyebrows, squinting a smile as she says, “Sure,” shutting the door, heading out onto the balcony to lounge in the crisp, spring air.
Carrie catches Marjorie walking down the driveway whilst on her run back to the villa, casually asking, “Hey, done already?”
Marjorie tells the young woman, “I’ve said everything I want to right now. What about you? Not much of a run.”
Carrie chuckles, “Just a quick jog. Keep the blood pumping until I get back to it inside.”
Marjorie feigns interest, “Sounds exhausting. All hormones and adrenaline.”
Carrie politely says, “Okay, like, this has been fun. Safe travels, and all that. Like, Mia works really hard, and when she isn’t working really hard, she’s with her daughter more often than not, unless her mom is around to take her off her hands for a few hours. It’s not often we get to do something like this. You know, like, go abroad, and get some sun, time to ourselves. Anyway, you have a nice day!”
Marjorie walks away from the villa, waiting by the roadside as she calls back, “Okay, bye,” waiting for a lift from her chauffeur, glancing her gaze over the hills, taking in the view as she does so.
Letting herself back into the villa, Carrie announces herself, “Mia, it’s me.”
The girlfriend calls, “Balcony.”
Carrie chuckles, rushing out to meet her girlfriend, collapsing onto the sun-lounger with her, straining the steel frame and springs beneath the extra added weight, “Are we finally alone now?”
Mia pulls her girlfriend’s face into a passionate kiss, sufficing as a response. The sun-lounger groans, releasing with a snap as the couple crash to the decking. Carrie chuckles louder, and Mia laughs, “Ah, that shot right up my back, hahah,” resuming her kiss hungrily.
Carrie strips herself off, depositing her clothes on the decking, continuing to enjoy the curves of her girlfriend’s body. Mia lolls and strains herself up off of the collapsed lounger, and Carrie helps pull her clothes off too, desperate to indulge in each other much more intimately.
Mia rubs her thighs together, hearing the squelching between her legs of sweat and secretion from her crotch, feeling sticky and sloppy from hours of teasing and expectation throughout the day. A quick flick of her finger on her crotch greases it thickly, and she tastes it; very salty on the tongue, but not unpleasant.
Carrie dives down to her girlfriend’s crotch, coming face-to-face with the glazed crotch, burying herself between her legs. She tastes the saltiness of the sweat, tinged with a mustiness, almost bitter, but undercut by a sweetness. Despite not being fresh, due to the heat, Mia does taste clean, as she is welcomely licked and sucked.
Mia pinches her nipples, twisting them, feeling the fizzles of pain melt into her, intermingling with rushes of hormones; a cocktail of dizzying delight and moreish moans, stirring around her like a gathering storm. As her boobs scream sensitively, she spills milk from her teats, dribbling down her curves, under her palms, collecting on her wrists rubbing the sides of her boobs whilst her claws fondle and fiddle.
Carrie feels her girlfriend’s thighs shudder, holding them back with her palms like holding back crashing tidal waves, wanting nothing more to consume her. The shaking becomes more and more intense, and Mia’s moans become increasingly laboured and whiny, drowning Carrie with a deluge, drenching her face, and showering her body as if a fountain.
Mia settles down, collapsed and struggling for breath, panting heavily. She catches in her periphery her girlfriend straddling her belly, smearing the clamminess of her crotch all over the wide curves, as if riding a pillow. The feeling of Carrie sitting on top of her creates a tension in her chest, but is smoothed and lifted by the heady hormones making her feel floaty, with her belly-skin tingling and throbbing to the touch as it is tickled.
Carrie enjoys the cushiony softness bulging beneath her into tight bubbles, massaging Mia’s mass with her sweaty slit, leaving trails like a snail to show the journey she is on. The heat emanating from below is cosy, and completely comforting, even being as hot as they are under the sun, but cooled by licks of gentle breezes all around her, like a thousand feathers tickling their fronds fondly.
In a moment of complete contentment, Carrie releases all she has built up, refreshingly rinsing over Mia’s belly, soaking into the decking around the couple as they settle down into a kiss. Squidging the sliminess between their bodies, bathing in each other’s fluids, Carrie chuckles, “What do you have in mind now?”
Mia suggests, “I’m thinking about finding a nice restaurant. We could get cleaned up and dressed nice? Go out on a date?”
Carrie moans contentedly, “Mmmmm, that sounds like so much fun,” thrumming the moan into a chuckle before a brief kiss.
The couple help each other to their feet, heading into the villa to the bathroom, finding an ornate, ceramic bathtub. Mia remarks, “It’s not very often we get to have a bath. Not as clean as a shower, I think, but way more romantic,” turning on the tap to begin filling the tub.
Carrie cuddles up to her girlfriend’s arm, purring, “Oh, I love this idea. I’ve never actually had a bath. We always had showers growing up, but I always wondered what it was like seeing them in movies and stuff.”
Mia remembers, “I haven’t had a bath since I was very little. All the more reason to enjoy this.”
Carrie excitedly beams, “The tub is so big! But, like, you’ll probably fill it up so much there won’t be any room for water, let alone me,” chuckling at her girlfriend’s expense.
Mia smiles, “Cheeky fucker,” sharing a sweet kiss, saying, “I’m not that big, but it might be cosy.”
Carrie chuckles, “Closer the better. Nice warm water, and a hot bod to cuddle.”
With the water filled to about halfway, Mia turns off the tap, with steam rising from the surface in a steady stream making a fine mist. She paddles the water with her palm to test the temperature, feeling it is hot, but not too much so, inviting her girlfriend as she climbs in, “Come on in. It’s going to feel so good.”
Carrie dips her foot into the water, recoiling immediately, “Ah, ah, fuck, like, that’s too hot for me.”
Mia relaxes into the water, cooing softly, “Add some cold…”
Carrie turns on the cold tap for a brief moment, swishing the water with her hand to distribute the spot of seemingly icy water into the boiling hot, balancing things enough to be much more bearable. Taking a deep breath, she pokes her toes in, plunging her foot to the bottom of the tub, climbing in and squatting down. As her crotch meets the water, she hesitates as it catches her hotly, but braves it, groaning with short breath, “How… are you… enjoying this… fuck…”
Mia laughs a little, breathing relaxedly, “Mmm, I feel all my stresses coming out,” feeling as if they are emptying from somewhere so deep inside she couldn’t be aware. Inhaling the hot steam cycles and refreshes her lungs, bringing her peace.
Carrie settles down, sitting back opposite her girlfriend, coming to realise the comfort of the heat. Letting out the longest sigh of her life, she says, “Ooooooh, fuck… Mmmm… Oooooooh-ho that’s good… Oh, that’s orgasmic… Mmmm, I get it now…”
The couple sit stewing in the hot water for a while, and the hot soup cools off slightly. The pair rub their palms all over their bodies, and splash their faces, giving Carrie a cheeky idea, sploshing water with her cupped hands up and onto Mia, who laughs and retaliates with her own.
Carrie sits forward, bringing her feet under her as she cuddles up on top of Mia, pecking a kiss, purring, “I love this.”
Mia says in response, “I love you.”
Carrie chuckles with her tongue in her cheek, sitting up enough to gaze down on Mia’s face as she mocks, “Oh, you love me, huh? You love this teeny, tiny thing? I think you’re so cute saying that,” pressing her finger to her girlfriend’s nose, accentuating the action adding, “Boop!”
Mia laughs, “Stop, I mean it.”
Carrie jokes, “I can’t tell if you mean it while you’re laughing,” chuckling along with her girlfriend, confessing, “I love you, too.”
Relaxed and refreshed, the couple ready themselves to head out into the city, dressing up in their finest clothes before calling for a lift to a recommended restaurant.
The couple’s restaurant of choice is a small place in the heart of the city, old with rustic charm. It seems to have been here for many hundreds of years, and has likely been passed down the owner’s family all that time, with recipes for perfect pasta dishes filling the menu. The atmosphere in the restaurant is romantic, with candles all around in candelabra on the walls and the tables, bathing all in a deep glow.
The pair of girls dine, drinking wine, gorging on a selection of gourmet pasta dishes. Carrie, in particular, is impressed by the tastes and textures like she’s never experienced from pasta before, breath taken, “Good grief! This is so good, like, I usually think pasta is boring, but, like, this is so fucking good.”
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