Sophie meets Cherry

She arrives at the door with sun still clinging to her skin, a blonde too young for caution and too curious to wait. The room smells like salt air and clean sheets. She drops her bag and kicks off her sandals, looking over the place like she owns it already. Her hands move to the hem of her dress and she pulls it over her head in one clean motion. Nothing underneath. Just long legs, small breasts, smooth bare skin, and a neat little pussy already a little flushed from the heat outside. She lies back on the bed without asking, parts her thighs, and slides two fingers between them. The slick sound is quiet but clear as she rubs slow circles over her clit, breathing through parted lips. She plays like she’s alone at first, then looks straight ahead and starts moving faster, hips lifting, the bed giving a little with each push. Her nipples tighten as she brings herself close, thighs trembling, toes curling into the sheets. When the wave breaks she keeps stroking through it, slower now, smiling at the mess she’s made on her own hand.