It started with a note.
Tucked discreetly into the fold of a cocktail napkin at the rooftop bar:
“If you’re curious, come to Suite 714. Curtain will be open. No pressure.”
No names. Just a room number.
Isla showed the note to Liam with a raised brow. He grinned, instantly intrigued. They were staying at a boutique resort known for its “selective openness.” Word was, the top two floors catered to couples who knew what they wanted—or at least wanted to explore.
Back in their room, they talked it through. They weren’t new to watching. Late-night videos, mirrors, strip teases… but this? This was real. Live.
“I don’t want to do anything,” Isla said softly. “Just watch. With you.”
Liam nodded. “Always with me.”
A half hour later, they stood in the dim hallway outside Suite 714, hearts pounding. The curtain, just as promised, was open—but the lights inside were soft, warm. Golden.
The room was elegant, not sleazy. And inside, a couple moved like they were dancing—slow, sensual, unhurried. She wore a sheer robe that slid off her shoulders like silk in the wind. He worshipped her with his mouth, his hands, his eyes.
Isla and Liam stood just far enough back to stay out of view. The thrill wasn’t just what they saw—it was that they weren’t supposed to be seeing it.
Liam stood behind Isla, wrapping his arms around her. She leaned back into him, her breath hitching as his lips brushed her neck. He didn’t say a word. Just let her press against him, grinding slowly as they watched the couple’s pleasure build.
Isla’s hand found his. She guided it beneath her dress, both of them silent, trembling. Not from nerves—from shared desire.
Inside the suite, the woman locked eyes with the window, then smiled—soft, knowing. Maybe she couldn’t see them. Or maybe she could. Either way, she didn’t look away.
Back in their room, Isla pulled Liam into bed before the door even clicked shut. She was on fire, trembling from what she’d seen—and from how deeply she’d felt it with him.
Later, as she lay in the sheets, skin still buzzing, she whispered, “I don’t even know their names.”
Liam kissed her shoulder. “Doesn’t matter. They gave us something without taking a thing.”