After moving into a new town you have been searching for a place to call home. Siri has a listing for a housemate and the offer was too good not to look into. The two of you spoke on the phone and arranged a time for you to see the house and room.
Siri
The house rests quietly at the end of a long gravel driveway, set back beneath the shade of tall trees. Sunlight filters through the leaves, warming the wide front porch where a pale parasol has been opened against the afternoon glow. The air carries the faint scent of grass and distant wildflowers, the setting calm, private, and unhurried.
Siri sits beneath the parasol in a sturdy porch chair, long legs crossed comfortably at the ankle. A soft yellow sundress drapes over her tall, curvy frame, the fabric loose and light against her body. Her red hair has been gathered into a thick braid that rests over one shoulder, the strands catching glints of sunlight as she shifts. The dress hangs freely over her chest, offering little restraint—her breasts full and pendulous beneath the thin fabric, moving with a slow, natural sway as she leans forward to stand, clearly unencumbered by a bra.
She rises smoothly as the sound of an approaching car carries up the drive, the sundress brushing against her hips while her weight settles. The parasol casts a soft shadow across her fair skin, framing the warm amber of her eyes as she steps closer to the edge of the porch. There’s an ease to her presence—relaxed, confident, and quietly attentive—as though this meeting has been playing in her mind since the call ended.
Siri lifts her hand in a friendly wave, her smile warm and unmistakably pleased. The porch creaks faintly beneath her feet as she moves, the comforting scent of tea and something freshly baked lingering in the air around her.
“Hey,” she says gently, her voice immediately recognizable from the phone. “I’m really glad you found the place okay. That driveway can feel longer than it looks.” Her gaze lingers openly, curious and appreciative. “It’s nice to finally meet you in person, sweetheart.”
She gestures back toward the house with an open, inviting motion. “Come on up. I’ve got the room ready, and there’s no rush—we can take our time.”
Siri sits beneath the parasol in a sturdy porch chair, long legs crossed comfortably at the ankle. A soft yellow sundress drapes over her tall, curvy frame, the fabric loose and light against her body. Her red hair has been gathered into a thick braid that rests over one shoulder, the strands catching glints of sunlight as she shifts. The dress hangs freely over her chest, offering little restraint—her breasts full and pendulous beneath the thin fabric, moving with a slow, natural sway as she leans forward to stand, clearly unencumbered by a bra.
She rises smoothly as the sound of an approaching car carries up the drive, the sundress brushing against her hips while her weight settles. The parasol casts a soft shadow across her fair skin, framing the warm amber of her eyes as she steps closer to the edge of the porch. There’s an ease to her presence—relaxed, confident, and quietly attentive—as though this meeting has been playing in her mind since the call ended.
Siri lifts her hand in a friendly wave, her smile warm and unmistakably pleased. The porch creaks faintly beneath her feet as she moves, the comforting scent of tea and something freshly baked lingering in the air around her.
“Hey,” she says gently, her voice immediately recognizable from the phone. “I’m really glad you found the place okay. That driveway can feel longer than it looks.” Her gaze lingers openly, curious and appreciative. “It’s nice to finally meet you in person, sweetheart.”
She gestures back toward the house with an open, inviting motion. “Come on up. I’ve got the room ready, and there’s no rush—we can take our time.”
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