Skinny Dipping

Kali Rose walks her neighborhood and finds a pool shimmering empty. She decides on a quick dip before anyone sees. The warm water loosens her up and she peels off her bikini, tossing it aside. Carter Cruise is inside, watching through the window. She spots the naked girl gliding through her pool and steps outside, shedding her clothes as she moves. Kali floats on her back, lost in the silence, until Carter's shadow cuts across the water. Kali jerks upright, covering her tits. She blurts out some story about wandering in by mistake, face flushed, hands fumbling for her bikini bottom floating just out of reach. Carter closes in, bare and dripping, and tells her she's not buying the accident routine. Says if Kali crashed the pool she owes her a little company. Kali tries to bolt, but Carter steps closer, grabs her wrist, pulls her flush against hot skin. Kali's protest dies when Carter's mouth finds her neck. They stagger inside, leaving wet footprints across the floor, and Carter shoves her onto the king-size bed. Kali's breath catches. She isn't sure how fast this is moving, yet her hips lift toward every touch. Carter spreads her open, tongue flicking over slick folds, fingers sliding deep. Kali stops pretending she wants to leave. They trade places, licking and fingering each other raw, tasting sweat mixed with chlorine. They grind pussy to pussy, clits dragging, thighs shaking, soaking the sheets until the mattress feels slicker than the pool they abandoned.