All wet

She climbs out of the pool and water runs down her in clear sheets. Her soaked clothes cling, outlining every curve of those heavy breasts. She peels the top away, nipples tight from the cool air. The bottoms stick next, sliding over smooth skin until the fabric drops in a wet heap. Naked now, she sits on the warm tiles, legs falling open. One hand cups a full breast, thumb brushing the stiff nipple, while the other slips between her thighs. Her fingers find the slick heat waiting there. She rubs slow circles, breath catching, then faster, hips rolling against her own touch. The need builds fast and tight; her moans grow raw, thighs trembling, until the orgasm breaks through her in long, pulsing waves that leave her glistening all over again.