Countryside stay

The air feels different out here, cleaner, thicker with that open-sky scent. She drops her dress without ceremony. Sunlight finds every inch of bare skin as she stretches out on the old wooden porch. A soft wind slips between her legs and she smiles to herself. Nothing urgent, no rush. Just the quiet need that always shows up when she is alone and free. Her fingers move lazily at first, tracing the curve of her stomach, then lower, parting soft blonde curls. Heat builds slow and sure. She opens wider, rocking against her own hand, breath catching each time her fingertips circle that tender spot. Her other hand cups a breast, thumb brushing the tight nipple. She presses two fingers inside, feeling herself clench around them. The breeze cools the wetness on her skin while the sun warms her face. Every stroke draws a little more sound from her throat. She bites her lip, hips rolling faster, chasing the tight coil building deep in her belly. When it finally breaks, her thighs quiver and a low moan slips free, carried off by the same wind that had started it all. She stays there a while longer, fingers resting between slick folds, breathing the open air like she belongs to it.