Pink mermaid

She loves being watched. That’s what pulled her to the rail of the boat in the first place. Sun on bare skin feels better when eyes are on her from the shore. She slips off her top, lets her shorts fall, then stretches out naked across the deck cushions like she owns the water. Fingers trace down her stomach, slow and sure, and she opens her legs just enough to feel the warm air between them. Every slow circle she draws makes her wetter, because someone out there might catch the sight of her slim blonde body arching, hips lifting, chasing that sweet rush she knows they can see.