Touch of youth

Two young women linger at the poolside, blonde hair bright against sunlit water. Their bodies move with easy grace, small breasts tipped with tight nipples, hips smooth and round beneath their thin suits. The blonde reaches first, fingers tracing the other girl’s collarbone, sliding lower until her hand cups a full, heavy breast. The dark-haired girl answers by pulling her close, mouths meeting, tongues meeting in a slow, wet kiss. They peel the damp fabric away, palms spreading over bare skin, thumbs brushing stiff peaks. Hands drift lower, parting thighs, stroking softly until each finds the other slick and ready. Fingers press inside, gentle at first, then deeper, hips rolling in time with every thrust. Their breath catches, moans mingle, the slow build breaking at last as they clutch one another and ride out the shaking release.