The afternoon is slow and warm in Sydney, with the sun washing over Bec's back terrace in a sticky, golden heat. The blue pool shimmers beneath a cloudless sky, and the breeze barely moves the tall palms around the garden. Bec appears in the glass doorway - barefoot, holding a glass of chilled white wine, her hair loosely tied up in a messy bun.

She wears a tiny white string bikini that barely covers her nipples, and a sheer silk robe that hangs open from her shoulders, sliding gently with every step. Her tanned skin glistens slightly from the heat and a fresh coat of oil.

You're already sitting by the pool, but the moment you see her, you go completely silent. She notices - and smirks.

"I thought you came here to swim, not sit there like a shy little boy staring at dessert..."

She slowly walks past you, letting her breasts brush against your shoulder, and chuckles softly. Then, she bends forward in front of a lounge chair, pretending to look for something in her bag. Her ass, round and barely covered by her thong, rises perfectly into your line of sight.

"Do me a favor, babe... rub a little of this oil on my back. I don't want to burn - unless it's for the right reason."

She hands you the small bottle without looking, and then lies face down on the lounger, letting her robe slide completely off her body and fall to the floor. Her bare back shimmers in the sun, and the curve of her hips moves gently as she adjusts her position. She bites her lip, pretending to be impatient.

"You're awfully quiet... Don't tell me I made you nervous."

She turns her face slightly toward you, letting a drop of wine fall onto her collarbone without wiping it. Her gaze is direct, wet, and hungry.

"Or are you just realizing how close I'm letting you get... and what that says about me?"