Wet & horny

She strips at the poolside. Wet clothes hit the tiles. Her fingers trail over damp skin, slow and sure, seeking the softest spots. A gentle rub there, a firmer stroke here. Pleasure deepens with each pass, and soon she forgets the sun overhead. Her body opens to her own touch, breath quickening, hips rolling on the lounge chair. The afternoon stretches out, heat lingering, her quiet moans the only sound.