Dreamtime

The sun lingers on her skin like it knows her. She stretches on the lounge chair, the pool still rippling from her last dip. A cold glass of something sweet sweats beside her, but the drink can wait. She peels the wet bikini away without ceremony, fabric clinging for a moment before it gives. Bare now, she reaches for the slender glass dildo resting in a towel. It catches the light, smooth and heavy in her hand. She runs it first across her thigh, cool against flushed skin, then lower. Her fingers part herself. She drags the rounded tip along her slit, pressing until her body opens and lets it in. The chill shocks her at first, but the sensation melts fast into heat. She works it deeper, slow at first, then with a steady rhythm that matches the rise of her breath. Her free hand finds her breast, thumb circling a nipple until it tightens. When her hips start to lift, she moves faster, angling the toy just so. The sun keeps watching. A quiet moan slips from her throat as the pressure builds, tightening low in her belly. She presses harder, rides it until her thighs tremble and the first sharp wave breaks through her. Her climax rolls out in long, pulsing shivers, leaving her slick and lazy under the bright afternoon light.