Alone by the pool

Blue Angel slips out to the pool after dark, blonde hair catching the lights along the water. No swimsuit in her bag tonight—just a sheer black set of lingerie that clings to every curve. Her brunette guest arrives in matching silk, straps already sliding off one shoulder. They meet beside the still water and start slow: fingertips tracing lace, lips brushing collarbones. Blue’s mouth finds the swell of full breasts first. She draws the brunette’s nipple through thin fabric until it stiffens, then tugs the bra down to taste bare skin. The brunette answers by sliding a palm between Blue’s thighs, pressing silk against her heat. They sink onto the wide pool lounge, bodies aligning, legs parting. Blonde and brunette hair tangle as their tongues meet, wet and eager. Hands roam freely now, cupping heavy tits, slipping under delicate edges to stroke slick folds. Blue arches when fingers slide inside her; she returns the favor, licking the brunette’s open cunt with long, hungry strokes. No hurry, no need to hide—only the soft sounds of desire echoing off the water and the soft rustle of lingerie sliding to the ground.