Super Soaked

Lulu and Tamzin blast each other with water pistols in the afternoon sun. Their white cotton shirts turn see-through, nipples sharp against the fabric. Soaked denim clings to their thighs. Laughter echoes, high and breathless. One kiss catches, then deepens. Fingers hook fabric. Lulu takes Tamzin’s breast in her mouth and sucks until the nipple stiffens. The game breaks. They peel sticky clothes away and head inside. Hot water hits skin in the shower. Tongues trace warm lines down wet bellies. Hands slip between legs, finding slick heat that has nothing to do with the spray. One slick press of fingers and a sharp gasp signals the first climax. The second follows, louder, thighs shaking against porcelain. Steam fogs the glass as they press close, riding every last pulse of pleasure.