Cleaning

A girl comes out back to clean the pool. Daddy’s gone for the day, so she has the place to herself. She gets wet while she works—hair clinging, bikini soaked through—and decides the clothes have to go. She peels off the wet suit, steps onto the warm tiles, and runs her hands over her smooth skin. No rush. She teases herself with slow strokes, fingers gliding between her legs, while the afternoon sun glints on every bare curve.