Night swim

She stands at the edge of the pool, moonlight catching on pale skin. The brunette peels her swimsuit down slowly, fabric sliding over full breasts, narrow waist, the soft curve of hips. Fabric pools at her feet. She steps into the water naked, and the dark surface swallows every inch of her. The blonde follows. She slips her suit off with less ceremony, letting it drop, then sinks in until only her shoulders break the surface. Warm water touches her bare cunt, and a soft breath escapes her lips. She floats on her back, legs parting, letting the gentle current move over her. Her fingers drift lower, find her clit, and circle it in slow, steady strokes. Ripples spread outward with each movement. The brunette watches, then mirrors the touch. Both girls float apart, legs open, hands working between their thighs. They breathe harder, mouths parting, water lapping at exposed nipples. The night stays silent except for the soft sounds of their breathing and the faint splash each time a hand breaks the surface. Their bodies tense at the same moment. They come quietly, thighs tightening, backs arching, then sink a little deeper, weightless and spent.