Nude picnic

Tricia spread the blanket on the grass and realized she’d brought nothing but herself. Sunlight poured over her, hot and lazy. She slipped out of her clothes, letting the air touch every inch of bare skin, and stretched out on her back. Her hands wandered. Fingertips traced the curve of one breast, then slid lower, between her thighs. The wet heat waiting there surprised her. She pressed two fingers inside, slow and steady, a quiet moan slipping out as her wrist rocked and her hips answered. Nothing else mattered but the sun, the grass, and the slick pleasure building under her own hand.