Yellow bikini

She steps into the room wearing nothing but the yellow bikini she found on sale. The top barely contains her full, firm breasts, the thin fabric stretched tight across each curve. She runs her fingers along the edges, then slips out of it, standing bare under the lights. She stretches out on the bed, one hand drifting between her legs. Her fingers move slowly at first, circling, pressing. A soft moan escapes her as she works faster, hips lifting, thighs tightening. Her breath comes quicker. She reaches the edge and falls over it, body trembling, mouth open, back arching against the sheets.