All alone

The house creaks around her, empty. She feels the fear crawl in and decides to push it out with something better. She slips into a tiny bikini, steps outside, and stretches out by the pool. The water glistens. She slips a hand under the fabric, fingers pressing and circling, slow then quicker. Breathing hard, she slides two fingers inside, rocking her hips against her palm. The quiet makes every wet sound sharper. She pushes deeper, chasing the heat that builds between her legs, letting the pleasure drown the silence.