Fresh Green

She sat in the pine shade, letting the cool air slide over her skin. The garden smelled like summer had just been cut open. Her blouse lay open, big tits rising with each breath as she teased herself. She pinched one nipple, slow and steady, watching the pink swell between her fingers. A soft moan slipped out when she slid her hand lower. Two fingers traced the seam of her panties, pressing just enough to feel the heat beneath. She eased them aside, found herself wet already, and circled her clit with deliberate strokes. The brunette beside her leaned in close, eyes fixed on every move, lips parted like she could taste it. The blonde’s back arched. She worked faster, thighs parting wider, breath breaking into short, sharp sounds. Her fingers slid inside, pumping slow and deep while her thumb kept pressure on her clit. The breeze caught her hair, and every rustle of pine needles seemed timed to the rhythm of her hand. She came with a low, liquid cry, hips rolling against her own touch, the scent of crushed grass rising around her.