"Outside, but not off to the side. In front of everyone. The people in the pool, the people at the table, the people inside. We're in view of everyone."
"Yeah?"
"You're in that gorgeous bikini. Barefoot. Sopping wet. I'm in jeans and a t-shirt."
I close my eyes and let myself drift to the scene.
"You undo the strap of your bikini. And everyone watches with rapt attention, desperate to see your breasts. Then the bottoms too. And you're standing there, naked, and wet in front of everyone."
"And you stay dressed."
"At first. I pull you against me."
"Even though I'm soaking wet?"
"Yeah. My shirt and jeans get wet, but I don't care. I hold you close and show you off to the entire room. Then I whisper in your ear, 'I want everyone to see how pretty you are when you come,' and I slip my hand between your legs."
"My head falls back and you press your lips to my neck."
"And I work you slowly, so everyone can watch the pleasure spread all over your face."
I can see it in my head. It's the perfect fantasy—too revealing to attempt in real life, so enticing here.
"You come hard and fast, and everyone watches with rapt attention, like you're they're favorite movie."
"Then?" I'm close. So close. I rub myself with the strokes I need, again and again.
"I undo my jeans and arch your back and drive right into you. Everyone watches as I fuck you, right there on the concrete. You're on display to the entire fucking room."
There. With the next brush of my fingers, I come. The tension inside me unravels. Pleasure spills through my torso, down my legs, all the way to my fingers and toes.
I can practically feel his body against mine, his cock inside me, those eyes on us.
I want that—
But I want this more—the two of us sharing this intimate fantasy together.
"Your turn," I say.
"I like it this way."
"Please."
He lets out a heavy sigh.
"I can narrate. Whatever you want to imagine."
"No. I want this. The two of us on the phone, you begging to hear me come."
"Please, Tricky."
A zipper releases.
"A picture. Please. I want to see you, how much you want me, how badly I drive you out of your mind."
His breath catches.
"I want to touch myself to it later."