Babes in bikini

Hope stepped through the gate. Jasmine watched the way sun slid over her friend's shoulders and knew the pool wasn't the main event anymore. Hope peeled off her wrap, the tiny bikini barely containing her heavy tits. She turned toward Jasmine, nipples tight against the fabric, and admitted the heat was hitting her in all the wrong places. Jasmine's mouth curved. She'd counted on it. The winter had left her aching, wet every time she thought about Hope stretched out beside her, and now the sun was giving them both the excuse they wanted. Hope closed the distance, the scent of jasmine blooms mixing with the chlorine, and slipped her hand along Jasmine's hip. Their bikinis came undone in quiet tugs. Hope's breasts spilled free first, full and flushed, and Jasmine bent to take one nipple between her lips, tongue flicking slow until Hope moaned. The lounge chair creaked as they pressed together. Jasmine's hand slid down Hope's stomach, found her already slick, and pushed two fingers inside while Hope's thigh rode up against her own cunt. They moved in a lazy, deliberate grind, the kind you only do when you've both been waiting months for the right afternoon. Hope's hips rocked, chasing every curl of Jasmine's fingers, her breath breaking into short, hungry sounds. Jasmine pulled back just long enough to spread her legs wider, inviting Hope's mouth to finish what her hand had started. The spring air felt cool against heated skin, but neither of them cared. They had sun, skin, and finally the chance to taste what they'd both been missing.