Nelly's hobby

Nelly picked up two things this summer. English lessons and the urge to come whenever she can. Books lay open on the table while the sun hits her bare legs. She steps outside, skirt already hiked up, and settles on the edge of the lounger. One hand slips between her thighs. Two fingers part her lips and stroke slow circles over her clit. She keeps the rhythm easy, letting each breath deepen as the heat builds. When the tension breaks, her body jerks once, hard. A soft moan leaves her mouth. Then she stands up, straightens her skirt, and walks back to the desk, skin still flushed and ready for more studying.