Pause just outside

You pause just outside the heavy glass pavilion doors, letting the cool alpine air hit your skin as Lauren continues walking a few paces ahead toward the main lodge, completely unaware that you’ve stopped. Turning back under the guise of adjusting the door handle, you look through the large pane of glass into the sunlit space.

Inside, the warmth of the room remains palpable. Anne is still lying limp, draped in white linens, thoroughly heavy and relaxed from the massage. But the quiet stillness changes instantly the moment they think they are entirely alone.

Jack moves with a sudden, deliberate intensity that replaces his previous rigid tension. He doesn’t hesitate. Stepping over to Anne’s table, his commanding presence fills the space. Anne lets out a soft, surprised murmur as Jack reaches down, smoothly gripping the edge of the crisp white sheets and drawing them back. His large, steady hands find her thighs, spreading her legs wide across the edge of the padded massage table.

Anne’s back arches slightly off the linen, her fingers gripping the edges of the table as she surrenders instantly to his touch. Jack steps in close, leaning over her frame, and lowers his head between her thighs, his mouth pressing directly against her warmth, intimately and intensely.

From your vantage point just outside the glass, you can see the heavy, rhythmic rise and fall of Anne’s chest, her head tilting back as she lets out a silent gasp into the empty room. Jack’s shoulders move with deep, focused breaths as he consumes her, completely caught up in the raw, competitive heat of the moment, emboldened by the lingering scent of the massage oils and the heavy, voyeuristic atmosphere still hanging in the pavilion.