Open air pleasures

She picks the sunniest spot and strips off her bikini. The fabric slips to the ground. Now she’s bare. Sunlight warms her skin. Her hand moves between her thighs. Fingers slide over slick folds. Slow at first, then quicker. She spreads her legs wider. Each stroke drags across her clit. Her hips lift. She circles the swollen spot. Breath quickens. Soft gasps turn into moans. The heat builds fast. She pushes two fingers inside. The rhythm grows urgent. Her free hand cups a breast. Nipple pinched between thumb and finger. Sun on her stomach. Sweat at her temple. She curls her fingers, chasing the pulse that climbs higher. Muscles tighten. The world narrows to the wet sound of her hand and the sun on her skin. Then it hits. A sharp cry breaks loose as pleasure crashes through her. Legs tremble. She rides the last waves until her hand stills.