Miami memories

Those hot afternoons in Miami still get to me. I remember the sand warm under my feet, the ocean whispering just loud enough to drown out everything else. The air felt thick. My skin started to prickle. I was barely inside before my dress came off. My big, round ass caught the light as I turned toward the mirror. I stood there a second, blonde hair falling over one shoulder, and let my fingers slide between my thighs. Just me. Slow strokes, nothing rushed. The heat built the way the tide comes in. I bent a little, spread myself, watched how my body opened. Fingers in, out, faster now, breath hitching. I didn’t stop until my legs shook and I leaned against the wall, panting, smiling at the mess I’d made of myself.