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where I’d gotten used to her touch. She stretched herself, reminding me how
long she’d held her leg against me.
    “Will you take a walk with me, Lori?”
    I could only nod.

 
    Part Five
     
    I HAD TO STEADY MYSELF on the chair as I stood. My naked bush
and my thighs were dripping, but the chill I was feeling there was thankfully
cooling me off a little bit.
    As we left the restaurant by way of the equally candlelit lounge,
I had to fight the urge to take Serina by the hand, to drape myself around her.
I saw her greet a few staff members she knew. They all nodded to me in turn,
but there was no hint of questioning in their looks.
    Beyond the lounge, wide glass doors opened up onto a broad patio
set with wicker. Fires were burning there in standalone metal fireplaces, but
the night was cool and only a dozen or so people were taking advantage of an incredibly
cloudless night sky above.
    Serina led me past them, then down a curving flight of steps that
I vaguely remembered seeing from the trail when I’d taken my walk earlier that
day. When we were out of sight of the patio, I felt her hand find mine in the
shadows. The feeling that shot through me at her touch was like the most
amazing endorphin rush. A flood of warmth made the chill at my soaking sex send
the most delicious shivers up my spine.
    “Isn’t it too dark to walk the trails?” I said, conscious of the
patio lights behind us beginning to fade. The stars were bright but there was
no moon, and the footpath ahead was a ribbon of rapidly fading shadow.
    “We’re not going far,” she said.
    Off the main trail where I’d walked, Serina took a right turn
onto an unmarked path I hadn’t noticed before. It disappeared into a stand of
sweet-smelling pine, then curved up and around a rise before opening up to a
sheltered grassy hillside.
    I looked up to the light above. I gasped.
    We were directly below one wing of the resort, a continuous
expanse of light and glass. My room was up there somewhere, I judged from our
position relative to the patio, backtracking from there to the elevator in my
mind. The same window where I’d stood naked that very morning, confident that
no one could see me where the hiking trails slipped around and below this very
sheltered spot.
    Serina pulled her shoes off as she dropped to her knees, then lay
down on the grass. She motioned me down beside her and I followed without hesitation.
No thought of how badly both of us were vandalizing our outfits even got close
to my mind. Her hand locked to mine again, and I wanted so badly to pull her
closer, to feel her body against me. But she had a surprise for me first,
pointing up to the lights above.
    “Check it out,” she said.
    A few of the windows above were dark. At most of the others, a
faint haze of white showed where people had their roller blinds down against
the night. A few suites had only the screen blinds drawn, the room beyond
visible in the light but showing only blurry details. At a dozen windows, the
blinds were wide open.
    In half of those openly visible rooms, less than fifty feet away
from us, people were naked.
    In three of those rooms, the naked people were going at it with
carefree sexual abandon.
    I don’t know long I lay there in wonderful shock. I was only
conscious suddenly that Serina’s hand had migrated to my butt and was rubbing
it gently.
    “They think we can’t see them,” I whispered.
    “And they’d be wrong.” When Serina giggled in my ear, it made me
laugh in return.
    I asked her the question again, though the context was a great
deal less threatening this time. “Do you do this a lot?”
    “You’d better believe I do…”
    At this distance, there wasn’t much to be seen in the way of intimate
detail. But the sheer illicit nature of what we were doing had me trembling
where I lay. I was feeling all the incredible sensual weight of the moment, and
of where that moment stood on the absolutely wild progression of moments that
had carried me