Tanning time

Summer finally arrived. She had waited all winter for this moment. The tiny bikini came out of the drawer, strings thin enough to disappear between her cheeks. She spread her towel on the grass and let the sun warm every inch of bare skin. When the straps dug in too tight she slipped them off, one shoulder then the other, until the fabric lay beside her and nothing covered her at all. The blonde stretched, knees parted, hips tilted toward the light. A soft breeze slipped between her thighs and she sighed, fingers already tracing slow circles over her clit. The other girl watched from the lounge chair, brunette hair falling over one eye, hand inside her own bottoms, rubbing harder every time the blonde added a second finger. She rolled onto her stomach, reached back, and eased one slick finger into her ass, slow and steady, her breath catching. The brunette pulled her bottoms aside, exposing a glistening cunt, three fingers pumping in time with the motion of her wrist. Both girls kept their eyes on each other, hips rolling, skin flushed from more than just the sun. The afternoon stretched on, the only sounds their soft gasps and the wet slide of skin against skin.