The swimming pool

I asked my brunette friend over for the day. The pool looked perfect under the sun. But I wanted more than a swim. I kept two dildos on the deck chair, covered with a towel. If she gave me the sign, I was ready. We slipped out of our clothes. I watched her, tall and pale, her skin catching the light. Her long black hair fell straight down her back. My own blond strands stuck to my neck. We stepped into the cool water and drifted close. Fingers brushed thighs. A soft laugh turned into a slow kiss. The heat between us rose fast. We climbed out, wet and shining. I pulled the towel away. She saw the toys and smiled without a word. I took the smaller one first, ran it along her stomach, then lower. She opened her legs on the lounge chair, hips lifting to meet it. I pressed it inside her, steady and shallow, watching her chest rise with every breath. She reached for the second toy and slid it between my thighs, finding me already wet. We worked each other in rhythm, slow then quick, the only sound the slap of water on skin and our quick, broken sighs. The pool stayed empty. The sun burned on our backs. We kept going, one toy after the other, until her thighs trembled and my own breath caught hard in my throat.