Fresh from the shower, I slip into my robe, grab a glass of wine and step out onto the balcony.

Across the way, movement captures my attention. One hand slowly strokes a thick shaft. Licking my lips, I can almost taste the drop of fluid gathering at the tip.

The hand moves faster, his eyes meeting mine.

“Join me,” he mouths, the hand becoming a blur.

My robe falls and I touch myself, soon teetering on the brink.

More movement and I realize he’s not alone.

My phone pings.

“Wanna come over? We’re just getting started.”

“Be there in five.”