Sophie by the waterside

Cool water laps the rocks. Palm fronds bend over the shore like green curtains. Something feels incomplete until Sophie steps in. Blonde hair clings to her shoulders in wet ribbons. She moves with the slow certainty of someone who knows exactly what her body wants. Fingers trace the curve of her breast, then slide lower. She parts her thighs and lets the breeze touch her before her own touch takes over. A soft sound escapes her throat as she finds the spot that makes her hips tilt forward. Water laps at her calves while her hand works in a steady rhythm. Her breath shortens. Pleasure builds in small waves that crest and break and build again. She doesn’t rush. She lets each tremor settle before she chases the next. Sunlight shifts across her skin as she brings herself closer, then closer still. Her free hand grips a smooth stone for balance. The final shiver runs the length of her spine and leaves her flushed and breathing hard against the quiet sound of the water.