Tempt Me
Morning light caressed my open robe, tempting bare skin silently
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I wandered slowly through the sun-dappled orchard, the warm summer air kissing my skin beneath the thin sarong that clung loosely to my slender body. The fabric was light blue, scattered with bright tropical flowers, brushing against my thighs with every step. In my hand, I held a ripe apple, its skin glossy and tempting. I lifted it to my lips and bit down, the crisp snap echoing softly as sweet juice spilled over my tongue and trickled down my chin. A naughty little smile curved my mouth—I knew exactly how wicked I looked, and I loved it.
The orchard was quiet, just the rustle of leaves and the distant hum of bees. No one around. Only me, the trees, and the golden sunlight filtering through the branches. I paused beneath a heavy-laden apple tree, letting the sarong slip from one shoulder. The knot at my hip loosened with a gentle tug, and the fabric whispered down my body, pooling at my feet like an offering. I stepped out of it, completely naked now, my skin drinking in the warmth of the day.
My dark hair fell in loose waves over my shoulders, framing my breasts as I stretched languidly, feeling the breeze tease my nipples into tight, sensitive peaks. I took another slow bite of the apple, letting the juice drip deliberately this time—one cool trail sliding between my breasts, another tracing down my stomach. The sensation made me shiver with delight.
Ahead, beneath the shade of a broad, ancient tree, I spotted an old wooden bench. Perfect. I strolled toward it, hips swaying, fully aware of how the dappled light played across my bare skin. When I reached the bench, I reclined slowly, leaning back on my elbows, one knee bent, the other leg stretched out. My dark eyes half-closed in pleasure as the sun warmed my thighs and the gentle breeze danced over every exposed inch of me.
I finished the apple with a final, indulgent bite, then tossed the core aside. My hands were free now, and they knew exactly what they wanted. One slid up to cup my breast, thumb circling the aching nipple, while the other trailed lower, over the soft curve of my belly, until my fingers found the slick heat between my legs. I was already wet, swollen with need, and the first slow stroke drew a quiet gasp from my lips.
But I wanted more. I wanted to feel completely open, completely surrendered to the moment.
I turned over onto my knees, lowering my chest to the warm wood of the bench, my peachy bottom lifted high toward the sky. The breeze kissed me there—cool and teasing against my heated skin, slipping between my thighs to caress the most intimate parts of me. I arched my back deeper, spreading my knees wider, inviting the air to touch me everywhere. My fingers returned, sliding easily through my wetness, circling my clit before dipping inside. I moaned softly, the sound swallowed by the leaves overhead.
The sun warmed my back, the breeze cooled my slick folds, and my body rocked gently against my own touch. Pleasure built in slow, delicious waves—every stroke, every breath, every rustle of leaves adding to the bliss. I imagined eyes on me, hidden among the trees, watching this cute brunette lose herself completely in the orchard’s embrace.
When the climax finally crashed over me, it was perfect—quiet and powerful, my body trembling as I pressed my cheek to the bench, thighs quivering, fingers buried deep. I stayed there for a long moment, savoring the aftershocks, the warm sun, the teasing breeze still kissing my flushed skin.
Eventually, I rose, glowing and satisfied, my naughty smile returning as I retrieved the sarong. I tied it loosely once more, already knowing I’d let it fall again before I left the orchard.
Some apples are meant to be bitten… and some girls are meant to be savored by the summer sun.
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✧ A Soft Invitation ✧
The visual collection that inspired this piece explores intimacy through atmosphere, emotion, and the feminine gaze.