I look across the lake, smiling. You can’t see me from the island, but imagining you can is titillating.

Perhaps you’re on the porch of the hotel, doing some consulting work, watching me sitting in front of the sliding glass door, naked with my legs spread, my vibrator creating delicious sensations for my sensitive clit.

I imagine you staring, cock aching, while my nectar pools, then drips on the chair.

My phone buzzes as I climax.

“You’re being naughty, aren’t you?”

“Can you see me?”

“We all can, darling.”

I’m mortified!

“I’m teasing. I just know my decadent redhead.”