Tropical Fever Part 1

Sun warms the terrace. Katsuni steps outside, dark hair catching light. The breeze brushes her skin and heat builds low in her belly. She sinks onto the lounge, slides one strap down, then the other. Her hands follow the sudden rush of want: cup her breasts, roll the nipples until they stiffen. She parts her thighs, finds the slick warmth between, strokes slow circles at first, then quicker. The quiet house should be empty, yet something makes her glance over her shoulder, fingers never stopping their rhythm.