Holiday pleasures

Snow clings to the windows, but her memory drifts back to St. John. A lone lounge chair sits in the shade of a palm, its white slats stark against dark wood. She steps into the frame wearing nothing but a string of beads around her waist, skin already golden from two days in the sun. The curve of her ass, pale where the bikini bottom rode high, catches the light as she turns. She stretches out on her stomach first, legs parted, hips raised just enough that the swell of her cheeks parts and the soft cleft appears. Her fingers slip between, tracing the seam, then she rolls onto her back, knees bent, soles flat on the wood. Two fingers part the lips, already slick, and she circles her clit with slow, deliberate strokes, eyes half-closed, mouth parted. The video cuts to a closer angle: the same hand glistening now, two fingers pumping in and out while her thumb works the swollen nub above. A soft gasp leaves her when the pace quickens, thighs trembling. She comes with a sharp arch of the back, ass lifted, the afternoon light glinting on her wet fingers as they keep moving through the aftershocks. Another still shows her on all fours, back curved, looking over her shoulder at the lens while one hand reaches back to spread herself open. The final clip is brief: her lying on her side, one knee pulled to her chest, the motion of her wrist steady as she rubs herself to a second, quieter finish, breath fogging the camera lens for an instant before she smiles, satisfied.