Sexy slumber

I drifted off during my afternoon swim, and that's when the dream hit—two of my girlfriends sliding into the room where I dozed. Their fingers traced my skin in slow, teasing lines. At first I thought it was sleep playing tricks, then the touch turned firmer, unmistakable. I opened my eyes to their flushed faces and hungry stares. No dream. Their mouths replaced their hands, lips pressing hot against my throat, my collarbones, the swell of my breasts still damp from the pool. They peeled my suit down and let it bunch at my hips, exposing me completely. One knelt between my legs while the other held my wrists above my head. A tongue flicked over my nipple, sharp and wet, and another traced the inside of my thigh until it found my clit already throbbing. I arched, shameless, grinding against the steady, skilled pressure. Two pairs of eyes watched me come apart, greedy and pleased. I came once with a sharp cry, then again, softer, drawn out, shaking between their bodies like I'd been waiting all week for exactly this.