When wonders happen...

Sun warmed my skin as I lounged poolside. She stepped out in a white bikini, sunlight sliding over the fabric. Fingers found my hip first, light and slow. Eve traced upward. Her touch settled beneath the curve of my breast, thumb circling the thin material. I told myself I only liked men, but the claim frayed when her other hand parted my knees and pressed. Heat pooled. She leaned in, breath across my collarbone, and teased the strap of my swimsuit aside. Her palm covered the nipple she freed, squeezing just enough to pull a quiet sound from me. I stayed still. She worked lower, slick fingers slipping under the damp crotch of my suit, parting my lips and circling my clit in firm, lazy strokes. The bikini stayed on—only shifted to grant her access. Two knuckles eased inside me, then three. She pumped deep, the wet sounds loud under the open sky. My thighs clenched around her wrist while she kept rubbing that tight, aching spot above. I came with my hips lifted, fingers curled tight on the lounge chair. Eve kissed the side of my neck and withdrew, leaving me flushed and exposed to the afternoon light.