Daydreaming

This spot is where she likes to unwind. She settles in every summer afternoon, letting her thoughts drift wherever they please. Sometimes those thoughts turn explicit. Her hand slips between her thighs. She knows exactly how she wants to be touched. Blonde hair spills across her shoulders as she parts her legs wider. Her fingers circle her clit in tight, deliberate strokes. She presses harder, chasing the heat that builds low in her belly. A soft moan escapes when she slides two fingers inside. She works them in slow, then faster, hips lifting off the seat. Her other hand cups a breast, thumb brushing the nipple until it tightens. Each thrust makes her wetter. She curls her fingers, searching for that perfect spot, and when she finds it her thighs start to tremble. Her breath comes shorter. She keeps going, chasing the edge, eyes half-closed, lost in the rhythm of her own hand until the tension finally breaks and pleasure rolls through her in long, tight pulses.