Back from holiday

Back from holiday I met Jo for drinks and that easy talk you fall into after time apart. She leaned in to admire my tan, but her palm slid higher on my thigh and I felt the shift. Her touch lingered. Heat pooled between my legs as her fingers traced the edge of my shorts. She didn’t ask, just pressed further, cupping me through the thin fabric until my breath caught. I spread my knees, offering more, and she took it. Two knuckles rubbed slow circles over my clit until my hips rolled, seeking the friction she refused to rush. My swimsuit bottoms were still damp from the pool and clung now with fresh wetness she could feel. Jo smiled against my neck and slipped a finger beneath the elastic, sliding it through slick folds in one steady stroke. My cunt clenched at the sudden fullness, greedy, as she worked deeper, thumb never leaving my clit. Every breath turned into a half-whispered plea. She added a second finger, stretching me, curling just right until I pulsed and dripped around her knuckles. My orgasm hit sharp, tight, then melted into aftershocks that left me trembling against her. She licked her fingers clean and kissed me with the taste of salt and sex on her tongue.