Sunbathed and Sunbaited

Desiree lay back on the lounge chair, sun hat tilted over her face, bikini bottoms already kicked to the grass. She heard the gate creak and grinned. 'Hey babe, finally home? Get over here and finish what you started this morning.' Kenzie Taylor blinked once, then twice—straight neighbor, zero clue, wide open invitation. Not about to waste that kind of luck, Kenzie stripped off her tank and dropped to her knees between Desiree’s spread thighs. Tongue first, slow and deliberate, tracing every slick fold while Desiree sighed and rocked her hips. Kenzie sucked her clit, slid two fingers deep, curled just right, and felt Desiree clench around her like she never wanted to let go. The woman under the hat moaned louder, toes curling, juices running down Kenzie’s wrist. Mid-thrust, the hat slipped. Desiree’s sunglasses went with it. Her eyes popped wide, mouth forming a shocked little O at the blonde woman eating her out instead of the boyfriend she expected. Kenzie didn’t stop pumping her fingers, just looked up with a wicked smirk. 'Relax, gorgeous. Feels good, doesn’t it?' Desiree’s brain short-circuited between panic and the steady throb between her legs. Kenzie leaned in, licked a slow stripe up her slit, and whispered, 'Let me keep going. Bet you’ve wondered.' Desiree bit her lip, cheeks burning, then nodded quick and shaky. Kenzie grinned and dove back in, tongue flicking, fingers curling faster until Desiree’s legs started to shake. The shock melted into gasps and grinding hips. Clothes ended up scattered across the lawn. Desiree got bolder, tugging Kenzie’s shorts down, curious fingers sliding into wet heat she’d never touched before. They traded places, tongues and hands everywhere under the afternoon sun, exploring, tasting, laughing between moans when one of them slipped on the sunscreen bottle. By the time Desiree came again—loud, breathless, shaking—she’d stopped caring whose mouth was between her legs and only cared that it didn’t stop.