Chill-out

She leans into the heat of the afternoon sun, pool water cool against bare skin. Blonde hair clings damp to her shoulders. The brunette beside her watches, eyes tracing every line the bikini top no longer covers. Nipples tighten in the breeze. Fingers drift lower—slow, lazy strokes over slick, bare lips. She parts her thighs, lets the water lap where her hand works, then slips two fingers inside. A soft gasp escapes. She rocks against her own palm, the rhythm building, the brunette leaning closer now, breath warm at her ear. The cool pool edge presses into her ass while her hips roll harder, chasing the wave that starts low and breaks sharp between her legs.