“Do you see that man? The woman at the edge? He can’t take his eyes off her.”
Lena leaned back against the balcony railing, her hands resting loosely on the balustrade. The evening sun bathed her skin in a warm copper tone, making the fine hairs on her arms shimmer gold. She wore only a thin, white linen dress that the light wind pressed against her body, revealing every contour and hinting at the hard tips of her breasts. Lukas stood close behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder. His gaze followed hers.
“He’s not the only one,” he murmured, his lips close to her ear. “The guy with the sunglasses, two loungers over. He hasn’t turned a page in fifteen minutes.”
Lena laughed softly, a deep, vibrating sound that Lukas felt directly in his groin. “Maybe they’re just reading very intently.”
“Maybe,” he replied, letting one hand slide lower, over the fabric of her dress, until his fingers grasped the curve of her hip. “But I bet they’d rather be looking at something else.”
She turned her head, seeking his mouth. The kiss was gentle, almost hesitant, then more demanding. Their tongues met, and Lukas felt her body go limp in his embrace. Around them lay the sound of splashing pool water, the clinking of ice cubes in glasses, the indistinct murmur of the other guests. The balcony was on the first floor, directly above the lawn. Everyone sitting by the pool had a clear view of their silhouettes.
“Do you like it?” Lena whispered as she pulled away. “That they see us? That they can’t look away?”
Lukas’s hands pulled her tighter against him. “It drives me crazy. I want everyone to know who you belong to. To see how I touch you.”
She nestled against him, feeling his breath on her skin. The wind carried the scent of sunscreen and salty water up from below. Down by the pool, the water was still lively, but most guests had retreated to their loungers, drinks in hand, gazes fixed upward. A middle-aged couple sitting side by side on a double lounger had stopped their conversation and were openly watching them. The man with the sunglasses still held his book, but his eyes were fixed on Lena.
“Turn around,” Lukas said quietly but firmly. “Let them see your face.”
Lena obeyed. She turned in his arms, her face now facing the spectators. Her dress billowed in the wind, stretching taut over her breasts, their outlines clearly visible beneath the thin fabric. She looked directly down at the man with the sunglasses, held his gaze for a moment, then hinted at a smile. The man didn’t move, but his jaw muscles bulged as he clenched his teeth.
Lukas’s hands traveled from her waist upward, cupping her breasts through the dress. His thumbs brushed over the hard tips, and Lena gasped sharply, her body jerking at the touch. She pressed her back against his chest, letting her head fall back. Her hands grabbed his wrists, guiding his fingers in circular motions over the sensitive spots.
“The woman by the pool,” Lena panted, her voice a breath. “She hasn’t closed her mouth. She’s staring.”
Lukas’s fingers found the hem of her dress, slowly pushing the fabric upward. Inch by inch, he exposed her thighs, letting the spectators’ gazes glide over her bare skin. The fabric rustled as he bunched it around her hips. Her breathing quickened, her pulse fluttering under his hand.
“Should they see how wet you are?” he whispered. “Should they know what you do to me?”
She didn’t answer with words, instead sliding a hand between her legs, pressing his fingers against the damp warmth already seeping through the thin fabric of her panties. Lukas groaned softly. He pushed her panties aside, dipping a finger into her wetness. Lena flinched as he touched her, biting her lower lip to stifle a cry.
Down by the pool, the scene had frozen. The middle-aged woman had grabbed her husband’s hand, pressing it tightly into her lap. The man with the sunglasses had sat up, taken off his glasses, his eyes wide. A young waiter carrying a tray full of glasses had stopped halfway to the pool, his gaze fixed upward.
Lukas slid his finger into Lena, slowly, feeling her close around him, her inner muscles gripping him. He moved it in rhythm with her breathing, while his other hand massaged her breast, rolling the hard tip between thumb and forefinger. Lena’s moans were soft, but they carried across the balcony, mingling with the splashing water, filling the evening air.
“I want to feel you,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. “Now. Here. In front of all of them.”
Lukas hesitated for a heartbeat. The balcony was open above, but the railing offered little privacy. Anyone looking up would see everything. That was exactly what she wanted. He stepped back, released his hands from her, and opened the belt of his linen pants. The pants fell to the ground, and his erect penis stood free in the golden light of the setting sun, the glans gleaming. Lena let her dress fall, standing naked before him, her skin bathed in the light of the low sun, every muscle, every curve visible.
She turned around, placed her hands on the railing, offering him her back. The soft curve of her ass, the delicate line of her spine, the damp triangle between her legs—everything lay open to the spectators’ gazes. Lukas stepped behind her, placed his hands on her hips, and entered her in one slow, fluid thrust. Lena moaned loudly, a sound that echoed across the pool and tore through the summer stillness, burrowing into the guests’ ears.
Down by the pool, all movement had completely ceased. The waiter had set the tray down on a table, now standing with crossed arms, eyes wide. The middle-aged woman had let go of her husband and was staring upward with her mouth open. The man with the sunglasses had stood up, stepped closer to the pool edge, hands buried in his pockets, shoulders tense. No one spoke. Only the water splashed, and above it all, Lena’s rhythmic moans, the slapping of bodies, the soft creaking of the balcony railing under their weight.
Lukas moved deep inside her, his hands firm on her hips, his thumbs pressed into the hollows above her pelvis. He looked down at the spectators, saw
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