At the poolside

Heat pressed against my skin like a second layer. I walked outside to the pool, leaving the house behind. Water caught the light and shimmered in lazy ripples. I peeled my top away first. The breeze touched my bare nipples, and they tightened right away. My shorts came next. The fabric clung for a second, then slipped down over my hips and thighs. Cool air found the heat between my legs. My bikini stayed on for now—tiny triangles of fabric, the bottom wedged between my cheeks, the top barely covering anything at all. I stepped into the shallow end. Water rose up my calves, then my thighs. I went deeper until it kissed the undersides of my breasts. I floated on my back, arms wide, legs slightly spread. Sun baked my stomach. The top soaked through, turning sheer, nipples dark under wet cloth. I lifted one foot onto the edge of the pool and let my knee fall open. The bottom pulled tight against my pussy. I rocked my hips once, slow, just to feel the pressure. The water moved with me. I rolled over, pressed my chest to the tile, ass half above the surface. I reached back, slipped a finger under the thin strip of fabric and pulled it aside. Nothing hid the smooth pink slit now. I touched myself there, slow circles, pressing just enough to spread my lips. My middle finger slid inside, knuckle-deep, tight heat wrapping around it. I moved my hips to meet each thrust. Small, wet sounds mixed with the quiet lap of the pool. My breath came quicker. I added a second finger and pushed deeper. The angle was perfect. I curled my fingers, stroked that soft spot inside, and felt my thighs start to shake. My free hand reached up, squeezed my breast hard, then pinched the nipple, twisting just enough to sting. Heat built fast. I ground my clit against the heel of my hand while I fucked myself with my fingers. My moans echoed off the tiles. The climax hit sudden and hard. My pussy clenched around my fingers in tight, greedy pulses. My legs trembled. I stayed there, breathing, fingers still buried deep, letting the aftershocks roll through me. When the shakes eased, I pulled my hand free, brought my slick fingers to my mouth and tasted myself. Sweet. A little salty. I slid the bikini back into place and floated again, legs open, letting the water soothe the heat still pulsing between my thighs.