It was a blazing hot day, and I knew the pool boy was watching me. I laid back by the water, slowly slipping my hand into my bikini bottom, pretending not to notice him. But I wanted him to see. My fingers found my sweet spot as I let out soft moans, my body getting wetter with every stroke. I watched his eyes fix on me, his breath deepening. The way he stared made every touch more intense. I teased my nipples, spread my legs wider, and let myself go, knowing he was soaking it all in. The thrill of being watched pushed me over the edge. I came hard—loud, messy, and completely shameless. When I looked up, he was still there staring, hard, and breathless. I just smiled. I didn’t need to touch him to own him.