Toe-tally yours

Sunlight falls across the balcony. She lifts one foot, flexes the toes, then peels the fishnet down her thigh. The silk slips away. Bare now, her soles greet the warm air. She settles back, knees spread, the tiny lace between her legs stretched thin. Fingers slide over the damp fabric, pressing, circling. She pulls the crotch aside. Two fingertips dip inside, come out glossy, then trace slow circles around her clit. Her other hand cradles her foot, thumb stroking the arch, bringing the toes to her lips for a lazy lick. Every breeze makes her nipples tighten against the thin bra. She works herself faster, hips lifting, heel of her free hand rocking against her mound until the balcony railing is the only thing keeping her steady.