The days after that rainy night turned into a secret game. Vicky would catch Luke watching her from his balcony while she worked outside in short sundresses. He’d send short texts at random hours — “Balcony. Now.” or “Wear nothing under it tonight.” Every message made her p***y throb instantly.
One Thursday night he sent a simple text: “Rooftop. 11pm. My place.”
Vicky’s heart raced as she slipped on a short black slip dress with nothing underneath. She climbed the private stairs he told her about and stepped onto his rooftop pool area. The city lights sparkled below like diamonds. The pool water glowed soft blue. Luke stood waiting in just black swim trunks, his body looking even more powerful under the moonlight.
He didn’t speak. He walked straight to her, pulled her close, and kissed
