Chilling Out

The heat in LA pressed close, thick and slow, so Sandy slipped upstairs. She stretched out beside the pool, letting the sun stroke every inch of her bare skin. The new swimsuit, sent by a fan named Jacob, barely contained her curves. She smiled at the thought of him watching, then slid one hand between her thighs, fingers tracing the thin strip of fabric that covered her. Her ass lifted slightly as she pressed harder, breath quickening, the water nearby gleaming under the same relentless light.