Cynthia gets seen by two trainers in the lake

Cynthia's breath hitched as splashing footsteps approached from behind. Before she could react, two male trainers emerged around the bend of the lakeshore, their laughter dying mid-sentence when they spotted her. The taller one dropped his fishing rod with a splash, his mouth falling open as his gaze traveled down her bare shoulders to where the water barely concealed her breasts.

Ryder stiffened beside her, his fingers tightening possessively around her waist as he pulled her closer against him. The second trainer—a younger man with scruffy brown hair—blinked rapidly, his face flushing crimson as he took in Cynthia’s nudity.

"Uh…" the taller one stammered, eyes darting between her and Ryder.

Cynthia’s breath caught as the two trainers froze, their eyes locked onto her bare shoulders and the tantalizing hint of her body beneath the water’s rippling surface. The taller one swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing, while the younger one fumbled to pick up his dropped fishing rod, his fingers clumsy with shock.

Ryder’s grip on her waist tightened, his thumb pressing possessively into the dip of her hip. "Enjoying the view?" he called out, his voice edged with a challenge.

The taller trainer's lips curled into a smirk as his eyes raked over Cynthia's flushed skin. "The view could be better," he said, voice rough. "You can fix that." His calloused fingers twitched at his sides as the water lapped against Cynthia's collarbones.

Ryder's hand slid lower, fingers splaying across the small of her back as he leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "He's right," he murmured, tugging her just enough to make the water ripple around her breasts. "Stand up. Let them see what they're missing."

Cynthia’s pulse hammered in her throat as Ryder’s words sank in. The water clung to her skin like a second layer of shame, every ripple betraying the way her breath shuddered. She hesitated, her toes curling into the silty lakebed, but Ryder’s grip was insistent—warm and unyielding against the chill of the water.

Slowly, she rose, the surface tension breaking around her in tiny waves. Droplets cascaded down her collarbones, over her breast and nipples, and along the trembling flat of her stomach. The cool air made her shiver, her skin goosebumping as the droplets clung to her damp flesh.

Cynthia felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she noticed the two trainers gawking at her. She wanted to cover herself, to hide her nakedness from their prying eyes. But Ryder's grip held her in place, keeping her standing tall and exposed.

The taller trainer licked his lips, his eyes raking over her body hungrily. "Fuck, she's gorgeous," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. Cynthia felt her cheeks flush even deeper as she watched him, his gaze making her feel even more exposed than she already was.

Meanwhile, the younger trainer had recovered from his initial shock and was now staring at Ryder with narrowed eyes. "What are you doing to her?" he demanded, his voice laced with anger.

Ryder smirked, "Just having a little fun," he replied nonchalantly. "She lost a bet, after all."