Blue

Out of nowhere Trinity appears. Her body catches the light. Long blonde hair tumbles over her shoulders, slim waist, soft skin, wide blue eyes. She stands in delicate white lingerie, lace so sheer it barely counts as fabric. She lets the straps slide off her shoulders, lets the bra fall. Her small breasts rise and fall with each breath. A hand glides down her stomach, slips beneath the waistband of her panties. She parts her legs slightly, fingers finding her clit, slow circles. The fabric darkens where she touches herself. She pulls the panties aside, gives herself more room. Her middle finger slides in, pulls out, slides deeper. She rocks her hips, presses harder, thumb working her clit. Her mouth opens. A soft moan slips out. She leans back, knees opening wider. Her free hand cups one breast, thumb brushing the nipple until it hardens. The rhythm quickens. Wet sounds fill the quiet room. She bites her lower lip, eyes half-closed. Her hips lift off the seat. She comes with a sharp gasp, thighs trembling, fingers buried deep. For a moment she stays like that, breath still fast, then pulls her hand free and licks her fingers clean.