Bikini Off!

Kristy meets Whitney on the terrace. Their bikinis are still damp from the pool. Whitney tugs the string at Kristy’s neck, and the triangles fall. Kristy does the same for her friend, the knots slipping loose without a word. Sun-warmed skin meets, nipples stiff from the cooler breeze. Kristy leans in first, mouth finding the soft swell of Whitney’s breast, tongue circling, tasting salt and lotion. Whitney’s hand slides between her legs, fingers parting the thin fabric still caught at her hips before it drops away. They taste each other, slow and greedy, lips and tongues gliding lower until each has the other’s cunt open under the last heat of the day. Juices mix with sunscreen on their thighs. They keep going until the light fades and the only sounds left are soft, wet, and hungry.