Summer joys

Finally, summer. Sunlight warms her skin as she steps out into the garden. The air carries the scent of flowers she planted herself. She settles into a quiet corner, bare legs stretching across the grass, fingers sliding beneath the hem of her sundress. No one around to watch, and that freedom pulls at her. She touches herself slowly at first, teasing the soft heat between her thighs, then with growing purpose as pleasure overtakes hesitation. Her breath quickens. The blonde strands of her hair fall over her shoulders while her free hand cups her breast, thumb circling the stiff peak through thin fabric. She parts her legs wider, chasing every sweet pulse of sensation, lost in the private rhythm of her own desire.