Sporty

I keep my body tight. Training keeps the lines sharp and the muscle firm. After the last rep, heat spreads fast. My skin is slick, my breath still racing. I reach for the cold bottle, twist the cap, and let the water spill across my chest. It runs down, cooling me, teasing me. My free hand slides between my thighs. Two fingers part my lips and find the wet heat already waiting. I press the bottle against my clit, roll it slow, and gasp when the chill meets my pulse. One finger slips inside, then another. The contrast of cold plastic and hot skin makes me shudder. I fuck myself in steady strokes, hips rocking, ass flexing on the mat. Each thrust pushes deeper. The bottle tips again; another icy trickle slides over my belly and down to where my fingers work. I spread wider, chasing the edge. My thighs tremble. I bite my lip, circle my clit with a wet fingertip, and come hard, pulsing around my own hand while the last of the water drips between my cheeks.