Poolside pleasures

The afternoon sun stretched across the pool like a warm invitation. She stretched beside me on the lounger, skin glowing, the tiny bikini straps barely clinging to her shoulders. We laughed over nothing, let our fingers brush, then linger. A quick dip to cool off turned into something else entirely. She pulled me close, lips tasting like sunscreen and summer. Soon those tiny bottoms were pushed aside, my hand sliding between her thighs, finding her already slick and ready. She moaned low, pressing into my touch, hips rolling while the water lapped at our ankles. Then she returned the favor, fingers slipping inside me, thumb circling until I gasped against her neck. We took turns, alternating soft kisses with deep, slow strokes until the tension broke and we came, trembling, bodies pressed tight. After, we floated side by side, bare skin against the tile edge, catching our breath, the sun still high and the day far from over.