Warm-up

I stepped onto the deck in nothing but a tiny black string bikini, ready for that morning swim, but the chill breeze woke something else in me. Stretching felt good until it felt too good, thighs brushing together, nipples pressing against the thin fabric. Soon my hands took over. Fingers slid under the bottom piece, found my slick pussy, and started to rub slow circles around my clit. The blonde strands of my hair fell across my face as my breath turned shallow. I slipped two fingers inside, pumping them while the heel of my hand pressed on that sensitive nub. My other hand pinched a stiff nipple, twisting just enough to make my knees tremble. Every stroke pushed me closer, wetness coating my fingers, until I came in short, breathy bursts, hips rocking hard against my palm.