Hot summer

Katy Caro leaves the city behind, heat still clinging to her skin, and steps into the quiet garden. She stands barefoot on the grass, blonde hair catching the light, and lets her shorts drop to her ankles. Her fingers slide between her legs, pressing and circling until her breath hitches. She drops to her knees, then stretches out on the lawn, legs parted, every motion slow and deliberate. Her hand works faster, hips lifting, and a wet stream arcs across the green as she keeps rubbing, lost in the feeling. The sun warms her stomach while her fingers move without pause, drawing another sharp pulse from her body and another wet mark on the grass.