Miranda sighed and brushed her bangs aside. The figures didn't add up. She needed to rerun the whole report, and she had absolutely no interest in even trying. An August sun burned through the long, glass windows, and she leaned back in the chair and let the heat drive her thoughts toward more pleasant avenues.
Her hands lifted to breasts warmed and already tightening underneath her thin tank top. She brushed her thumbs across her nipples and wiggled her butt against the chair. It felt good, and it had been too long since anyone else had touched her. She continued to rub her nipples with one hand, but let the other slide down to the top of her shorts. She slipped her fingers inside and her pussy pulsed eagerly.
Footsteps on the stairs had her scrambling for composure. By the time the door opened, she was upright again, staring at the laptop screen and only slightly flushed. Her sister thumped into the room, scanned it as if she'd never seen their vacation house before and then shook her head.
"You need to get out, Miranda." She tapped one toe against the floor boards and scowled. "It's far too nice a day to spend working."
"The figures are wrong."
"I don't care about your figures. Get down to the beach, for heaven's sake. You need sun."
Miranda would have argued. The work did need doing, but her body still trembled for attention, and the beach was private, ringed in cliffs and touched by that lovely, summer sun. She'd been single for three months now, and damned if she didn't deserve a little pleasure before they had to go back to real life.
For a second she hesitated, but her sister pointed toward the door and shook her head. "Fine. I'll go, I'll go." She sighed again and stood up. Three months since her cheating boyfriend dumped her--the vacation didn't lessen the sting of it. Nor had it eased her burning desire to be fucked again, but at least she could find a little pleasure on the beach. Alone, maybe, but the sun and sand were waiting, and Miranda's nipples perked again just at the thought.
She slid past her sister without further argument.
A thin staircase wound down the cliff side to a little strip of beach. The vacation house perched above, but Miranda had checked the view more than once, and she'd discovered a strip of sand completely hidden from the overhead view.
She rolled out her towel there, tucked against the cliff and fronted only by smooth sand and the azure ocean. The latter rolled gently today, frothing against the shore and singing a soft rhythm. She eased out of her shorts and top, stood for a moment in only her white bikini, and then untied the top as well and tossed it to the sand.
Her breasts warmed immediately, nipples pointing up toward the sun as if in worship. Miranda rolled them in her fingers and moaned against the tingles she spawned. She'd brought oil as well, however, and she sat on the towel and dug the bottle out, tipping some of the liquid into her palm and then rubbing it liberally over her chest.
The touching felt so delicious. It was only her own hands lifting each heavy breast, her own fingers tweaking her swollen nipples, but the oil make her skin slick and responsive, and soon she had to spread her legs and wiggle against the fires sparking in her sex.
She slid her fingers under the bikini bottoms and stroked her pussy. The shorn hair tickled her palm. Her fingers slipped in between the folds and she gasped and arched her back, squirming against the towel and the slick sand.
It was good, the rubbing and the spasms as her cunt contracted, but she wanted to be filled, stretched and fucked hard, and that hadn't happened in over three months. Miranda bit her lip and pressed her thumb across her clit. Her other hand pinched one of her nipples until she whimpered. God, she needed this orgasm.
Something splashed in the water.
