On the sunny side

Sunlight warms my skin. I spread a towel on the lounge and glance around the empty yard. Ginger shows up in a tiny black bikini, brown hair swinging against her shoulders. She drops her bag, flashes a grin, and steps out of her flip-flops. I sit up, knees apart, and beckon her closer. She settles between my thighs, smooth legs brushing mine, and our lips meet. Tongues slide, slow and wet. Her hands wander, cupping my small breasts, rolling the nipples until they stand tight. I tug the string of her top. It falls away, revealing pale skin against the tan lines. She arches as I lower my mouth, sucking one pink nipple, then the other. A soft moan slips from her. She pushes me onto my back, kisses down my belly, and peels my bottoms off. Her tongue finds my clit, flicking, circling, pressing. Two fingers slide inside me, curling just right. Heat blooms fast. I reach for her, twist her onto her side, and bury my face between her thighs. She tastes sweet, slick, and I lap at every fold until her hips jerk. Our bodies twist together, mouths busy, fingers deep. Sunlight glints on sweat. We move faster, breath short, until we come, one right after the other, thighs trembling against each other’s cheeks.