My discovery.

While retrieving my bag, I suddenly became aware that I had left too many buttons open on my top... The entire time we were on the deck. I had wondered why every single one of the guys was watching my cleavage. While Heidi's friends had the odd glance when I leaned forward, Kyle and Pat had been less discreet, as I now realised, trying to catch sight of my bra.

The Memory of Kyle's looks gave me the creeps, just as they did at work. This was more than offset by the enjoyment I was getting from Pat's interest, luckily. Nicks reminder about the pool was now sending shivers both from knowing more of me would be revealed than either of my coworkers would have ever seen otherwise. The shivers were both in disgust at how eagerly Kyle jumped at his suggestion and the thoughts of how I could tease Pat and see more of him... So I played it off and got wet in anticipation. On my way back, I met up with Pat. "Kyle and Sara are using the guest room. Jen, you can use the bathroom." Then he smiles giving me a not unwelcome look over before headed upstairs while Heidi was seeing her guests off.

"One sec, I need to use the bathroom quick first," Kyle quickly and kind of awkwardly threw out there as rushed down the stairs, nearly barrelling into Pat.

"Go ahead," I said not really wanting to endure his increasing creepiness any longer than was needed. He took his time which in turn gave me time to fantasize about running upstairs, catching Pat getting changed and fucking his brains out. I was getting so wet I considered taking some time changing to relieve some of the sexual tension in the bathroom.

Kyle walked out just as Heidi went back outside, breaking me from my lewd musing. Another reason to hate his guts was his vile leering as he walked past had ruined a perfectly good daydream about Nick and Pat double-teaming me.

Walking into the bathroom I looked in the mirror to see just how much cleavage I had been showing all night. with a half-hearted sigh, I unbuttoned my shirt slowly pretending it was Pat's fingers as he stood behind me watching in the mirror. I ran my hand down the front of my body and looked slightly backwards still pretending he was behind me mouthing the words, 'Oh Pat'.

My hand ran into my shorts and then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw why Kyle had been in here so long. There on the hamper in the corner was Kyle's iPhone mostly covered by a towel. All except for the camera lens pointing right at me.

My head snapped forward and my hands gripped the edge of the sink. I felt like I was going to be sick at the thought of what just happened. I had walked head first into what was probably the most obvious trap imaginable but was too caught up in my own carnal thoughts to notice. Gut instinct made me want to just run out of here, followed by a desire to smash the phone, or simply just cramming it down Kyle's throat and watching him **** to **** on his own perversion.

I sat there frozen for a minute, my mind reeling from that phone watching me combined my pussy still throbbing at the thought of Pat behind me.