Horny Picnic

Paula spreads the blanket under the open sky. The sun warms her skin while she reaches under her lingerie and slides two fingers between her legs. The pie can wait. She works her clit in steady circles, palm pressed firm, breath coming sharper with every stroke. Her other hand slips beneath the lace, cupping one breast, thumb teasing the nipple until it tightens. Clear blue above her, nothing else around. She pushes deeper, knuckles disappearing, hips lifting off the blanket as the pressure builds. Wet sounds rise with each thrust. Her thighs tense, toes curl into the grass, and the first wave hits hard, rolling through her in long, tight pulses. She keeps moving, slower now, savoring the last tremors before the afternoon heat settles again.