Midnight Tease at the Rooftop Pool

I still remember every detail of that summer like it was burned into my skin. Fresh out of college at twenty-two, broke as hell and crashing at my wealthy aunt Fiona’s high-rise condo while I figured out what the fuck to do with my life. The place was all glass and marble, way above my pay grade, sitting thirty floors up with a view that made the city look like it belonged to someone else. Aunt Fiona was gone half the time on business trips, which left me rattling around those huge empty rooms with nothing but my laptop and a growing case of restless horniness.

That’s when I met Vanessa.

She lived next door—forty-six, freshly divorced, and so goddamn gorgeous it hurt to look at her too long. Dark hair that always seemed a little tousled, full lips, and a body that hadn’t gotten the memo about aging. Thick thighs, a round ass that filled out everything she wore, and these heavy, natural breasts that swayed when she walked. The first time she knocked on Aunt Fiona’s door to introduce herself, wearing a silky robe that barely closed over her cleavage, I almost forgot how to speak. She just smiled like she knew exactly what she was doing to me.

It started innocent enough. One evening she caught me in the hallway looking miserable and said, “You’re welcome to use my private rooftop pool anytime, Damon. Especially after midnight. Building’s quiet then. No one around to bother you.” Her voice was low, smoky. “I go up there myself most nights. Helps me unwind.”