Holiday hottie

She stretched out poolside in nothing but the sun on her skin, the glossy pages of a magazine open on her lap. The resort was quiet, the water lapped lazily at the tiles, and her thoughts drifted far from home. Her fingers found the smooth little toy she’d slipped into her bag—her secret travel partner. She switched it on, and the low hum cut through the warm air. Pressing the rounded tip against herself, she drew a slow breath as the vibration spread through her. The first gentle pulses teased her folds open; she sank lower into the lounger, knees parting. Each steady buzz drew another rush of wetness, and soon the toy was gliding slick between her lips, circling the swollen spot that made her hips twitch. She bit her lip, savoring the tight, liquid heat building fast. A soft moan slipped out, then another, her free hand gliding down to spread herself wider for the relentless little motor. Pleasure rolled through her in tightening waves, the magazine forgotten, everything else drowned out by the steady, wet rhythm of her own touch.