Chapter 5 The Voyeurism That Filled The Air

• The beat dropped again and this time it vibrated in through the teak deck and into my feet as his grip on my hips grew stronger. No longer was it just me being held by him, he owned the rhythm, swaying his body against mine in slow, deliberate, rolling waves that went along with the music and all its deep beats.
• The fabric of his board shorts did little to hide the impressive length of him pressed against the curve of my ass.
• Even that way, I could feel the size of him, I knew it was going to be huge.