Morning dew

I stepped into the garden this morning. The sun grew hotter, but dew still clung to the grass, catching the light. I sat on the bench, felt the warm air brush over me. I slipped out of my clothes. Sun and breeze touched me at once. I let my hands follow that feeling, tracing down between my thighs. Fingers parted the soft skin, found the heat already there. I stroked slowly, circled the swollen spot, then pushed two fingers inside and felt myself clench around them. The wet sound rose as I moved faster. My hips lifted off the bench. Dew glistened on my skin like the grass. I spread my legs wider, rubbed harder, thighs trembling. One last deep thrust and I came, breath caught, cunt pulsing around my fingers in the open air.