Retro chick

She sinks into the waterbed. Soft ripples meet every move, creaking under her weight like an old memory. Her slim fingers slide under that tight polyester skirt and find the bare curve of her ass. She squeezes the plump flesh once, just to feel it. Blonde hair fans across the pillows. She lifts one leg, the platform shoe still on, heel sinking deep into the mattress. The other hand slips between her thighs, finds the wet heat waiting there, and starts a slow circle. Her hips roll with the water, chasing each tiny wave she makes. Teeth catch her lower lip. She doesn’t rush. Another stroke, firmer now, and her breathing deepens. The lava lamp pulses orange behind her, throwing lazy shadows across the room as her fingers work faster, wet sounds mixing with the soft slosh beneath her. She turns onto her stomach, ass high, knees spread, and reaches back again, never stopping the rhythm that keeps the bed swaying.