Instead of gardening

The sun touched my skin the way I wished fingers would. I stood there naked, letting the light stroke me until the warmth turned to hunger. The garden could wait. I went inside, grabbed my favorite toy from the drawer, and lay back on the bed. The first slow hum between my legs made my thighs tense. I spread wider. Blonde hair spilled across the pillow as I circled my clit, pressing harder when the pulses sharpened. My breath caught. Heat built low and heavy, spreading through my belly and up to my breasts. I slid the toy lower, easing it inside, feeling the stretch and the slick pull. The brunette girl in the mirror across the room watched me fuck herself with the same desperate rhythm. My free hand pinched a nipple. The toy kept working, steady, relentless. I came with a sharp cry, hips lifting off the sheets, legs shaking, cunt pulsing around the toy until the aftershocks left me limp and flushed.