Cooling waves

Adriana stands at the edge of the water, the breeze lifting strands of her blonde hair. She peels off her top. Small, firm breasts meet the open air, nipples tightening from the wind. She rolls her shorts down her hips, steps out of them, and leaves everything on the rocks behind her. Now she is bare from head to toe, skin glowing in the late sun. Her hand slips between her thighs. She spreads her folds, finds the slickness already there, and rubs slowly, eyes half-closed as the waves break nearby. One finger pushes inside, then two, moving in the same rhythm the water sets. Her hips tilt forward, chasing the pressure, and a soft sound leaves her throat. The cool ocean keeps rolling in, but the heat building in her body starts to push against the chill.