Sweat
covered her body like diamonds of decoration. She peeled away, slowly despite
the heat, layers of clothes, allowing herself to feel the sliding of material
against her feverish skin, the slight drying effect as the fabric moved, and
newly exposed skin prickling at the sensation of fan kissing it with air. She
undid her bra and tossed it to the side, the last of her layers, and the
burdening of breasts constrained, the heavy weight falling slightly, the
nipples puckering with the air circulating around them.
The dry
desert sky mirrored the blue of the inviting pool, not even a cloud in the sky
to give way which was which; it was so dry the skin cried out for moisture that
the pool offered. She slipped in a foot, ripples floating outward, blurring
both blues. Another foot, and then down a step where the water lapped gently
against her calves. As she proceeded deep enough where the water almost reached
her sex, the coolness became a sharp distinction against the warmth of her
inner thighs, and she hesitated. Breathing, she took another step, her heated
sex was licked with wet cold. Down, over the hips and waist, she delayed again,
placed her hands over her breasts, unable for a second to resist the urge to
play with the tight buds, and submerged the rest of her. The soft but
sweltering underneath of the breasts shocked by a cold they rarely feel, she
gave a gasp and then smiled as finally she was cooled down.
The navy water
served as a barrier against the red ball of fire beaming endlessly down, and
she was happily cocooned. Bare skin relished the divergence, open skies with
not even the whisper of wings overhead, she felt the only one in the unbroken desert.
She swam a few laps, enjoying the sensation
of the water skimming across her flesh, and then turned over and floated. Her
mount almost bobbing up, teasing with just the slightest peek, the peaks of her
breasts fully exposed to the warm sky.
The nipples
were still hardened points, and she put her feet down, fingers now skimming and
tugging at them. Concealed in the complete open, she began exploring her body
with pleasure. She touched her still
warm cheeks with cold hands, water cascading down her neck before reuniting
with the pool’s barrier. She lifted up the now heavy weight of her hair, a
slight warm breeze caressing the back of her neck. Her breasts were unusually
weightless in the water, slightly more than a handful, and as she pinched the
nipples, she felt the sensation traveling down and pooling at her sex.
Fingertips slowly traced the curve of waist to hip, and she moved with
deliberation to the inside of her thighs, still warmer than most of her skin.
Nails slowly slid up and down and back again on the inside, almost to her
wanton lips.
She traced
the inside of her lips with soft fingers, not parting them, teasing herself
with the anticipation. Her clit begging for an accidental touch, hardening
slightly, more exposed. She circled it softly, barely flicking the tip with a
finger, feeling an immediate tightening in her core with the touch. Two fingers
began massaging the sensitive bud, one on the side, sliding up and down
leisurely, occasionally the thumb pressing at the top between them, giving a
soft pinch. The sensation caused immediately sensitization, an electrical
current of pleasure making its way down her thighs, causing right below her
toes to throb, wanting to curl into the pressure there. Her fingers drifted
further into her lips. She parted them, and moved against the overwhelming heat
in the cold pool. Resistance at first due to the water not being as slippery as
her own juices, she pressed one finger into her depth, teasing in and out a few
times, before slipping in another finger. She curled her fingertips slightly,
her palm cupping her clit, and applied more pressure and moved slightly in and
out, up and down her wall. Waves rippled across the surface, echoing her
movement with a slight noise, the water between her clit and palm swished in
the most delightful way. Moving with more purpose, feeling a tightening around
her fingers, and a tensing in her core, she moved more frantically against and
in herself, the water continuing to assist adding to the heightened sensations,
her fingers strumming along a delicious spot.
Wave after
wave of pleasure continued to build until she became lost to her surrounding,
letting out a little cry, the climax crashed into her and she leaned against the
side of pool for balance. The water lapped in the same rhythm as her movement
had, and she smiled and slowly extricated her fingers, enjoying the cool
contrast around them where her fervor had been.
Now, she was
relaxed, letting her thoughts drift like her body, floating weightlessly in the
pool.
