Wet

She stretches out on the lounge chair, sunlight sliding across bare skin as she lets the afternoon heat sink in. Cool water glistens on her thighs, but it isn’t just the pool making her wet. Her fingers drift between her legs, slow at first, then firmer, chasing that sweet tension. A soft sigh slips out as she circles her clit, hips tilting, chasing the release. Each stroke pulls a deeper breath, a sharper tremor, until the pleasure crashes over her in hot, wet waves.