“Wait. Aren’t Yvonne, Elsa, and Euphie right there?” I hissed, not daring to turn around. Rosie stilled, her hand on my c**k ceasing to move, and I felt rather than saw her head turn. Her wet hair brushed against my back as she did so, then I felt the brush of hair again as she turned back around.
“No. They’re getting ready to leave,” she whispered, standing up on her tiptoes in order to speak into my ear.
“Okay. Then we’d better hold off until they do so,” I whispered back. Rosie huffed, but she let go of me. I did like s*x, yes, but being an exhibitionist wasn’t quite what I was aiming for. I dove underwater, swimming a short distance away from everyone, taking the chance to enjoy the solitude. Back in the city, I would have considered myself lonely. But now, with five women around me
