Fingers in my pussy

I stood at the pool's edge and let the thought settle—someone could walk up any second. That possibility made me slick between the thighs. My fingers found the hem of my top and peeled it up, baring my flat stomach first, then my small breasts to the sunlight. I dropped the fabric, pushed my shorts down, and stepped out of them, completely bare. Legs apart on the warm tiles, I slid two fingers straight into my pussy, moving in a steady rhythm that matched the quick beat of my pulse. Every soft squelch sounded loud in the quiet afternoon. The idea of a neighbor catching me kept me wet and open, so I worked my hand faster, rubbing my clit with the heel while my fingers stayed deep inside, chasing the rush that only the risk could bring.