Alone by the pool

Blue Angel liked the pool after closing. Tonight she brought someone else. She wore nothing much beneath the robe. The other girl moved the straps off her shoulders and let them fall to the concrete. They kissed without hurry. Fingers slipped inside lace, found damp heat, and started working in tight circles. Blue Angel lay back on a lounge chair and spread her thighs. The first wet drag of tongue across her clit made her hips twitch. She grabbed a handful of hair and kept the girl there, riding each slow stroke. The girl slipped two fingers inside her, curled them, sucked the swollen nub at the same time. Blue Angel’s breaths shortened, quickened. She tasted herself when they kissed again, swapped places. On her knees she nuzzled in, parted soft folds with her tongue, licked until thighs trembled around her ears. Water lapped against the tiles. The lounger creaked in rhythm. They switched again, mouths slick, hips rocking, neither one caring how loud they got. Risk was part of the thrill.