On A Clear Day
Who knows what you'll see.
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 move...