The abandoned resort pool was our secret—hers and the pulsing water jet that knew exactly how to make her scream. After dusk, she’d slip into the dark water, yank aside her swimsuit’s crotch, and let that relentless current lash her clit until she came shuddering under the stars. It was perfect… until the night a …

Renee’s lazy afternoon at the limestone quarry—naked under the sun, fingers circling her clit as memories of Janet’s hungry lips flooded back—left her damp and aching. When the older woman’s call summoned her to a suburban house pulseing with unspoken desire, she didn’t hesitate. Married and lonely, Janet poured wine… …