The Lounge's Summer Pool Party

groggily wakes up....

rolls over to her side....her back toward everyone
 
*A thousand thoughts crash about all at once ... air - there's not enough of it, your tongue - I like the taste of it, madness - I never do this. I can feel them all swirling about dizzying and relentless, and yet I pay them no heed.

In this moment all that matters is touch, taste and feel. My hands come up to cup your cheeks, my mouth parting beneath yours to deepen our kiss, my body shifts slightly beneath you as I accept your weight atop me. My hips writhe beneath your palms, my hest arching to press against yours.

I'm breathless by the time you pull away, lips full and slightly swollen, eyes glazed and filled with heat. A blush creeps into my cheeks at your declaration.*

Now who's trying his hand at divination? *I whisper teasingly, my lips at your ear as your lips brush along my neck. My tongue snakes out to lick quickly at the outer shell of your ear* I guess we'll find out if there's any truth to that sort of thing.
 
He feels her body wriggling underneath his as he kisses and teases her, enjoying her softness against him. He feels her chest pressing up against his, her breasts crushing up against her chest as her breathing causes them to rise and fall with increasing rapidity. Her hands on his cheeks. And the way her hips squirm beneath his tough make his own hips press down against hers, teasingly, with some degree of excitement.

He smiles as he feels her tongue one his ear, sliding one of his palms down to brush against the bare skin of her thigh.
I attempting to pierce the veil, or see into the beyond... his lips drag down the side of her neck and then push into the hollow of her throat before he slide his tongue out, and lets his teeth nip very softly at her skin. ...I was simply declaring my intentions.

His palm on her thigh is stroking, caressing, his thumb sliding out and kneading against the skin as he moves his hand high, his knee pressing up between her thighs as he suckles on soft, tender flesh. Well, at least some of them. I could be a bit more brazen, if you like.

He chuckles softly before turning to kiss her soft neck, and then tops of her shoulders.
 
Pierce the veil, you say... Interesting choice of words there. *My voice full breathy laughter, as I arch my neck while your tongue traces the hollow of my throat.*

It would appear your intentions are less than honourable... *Gasping as your knees presses in between my thigh. Whimpering a little as I part my thighs ever so slightly allowing your knee a much better fit and myself the opportunity to press against it.*

Not that I mind...
 
His presses higher, feeling her thighs part slowly but willingly for it. He drags his teeth down past her shoulder and back up to her throat before pressing them into her skin, biting at her throat, pulling the flesh into his mouth and sucking it as he nibbles on it. Then his knee presses up between her thighs, right up against her crotch, and grinds up against her, feeling her hips shift as he presses it down against her.

He sucks on the flesh, leaving it marked with his lips and teeth before releasing it.
Mmm, for some reason, I doubted that you would mind my dishonorable intentions. After all, I was unusually honorable, at least by my standards, last night.

He laughs softly as he strokes her flesh a bit more with his palm, and then drags his other hand up her side. He feels the side of her breast pressing against his fingers as he drags his hand past her chest, then sliding higher, until fingers wrap around her throat. He gives a light squeeze as he kisses at the line of her jaw, nibbling. Then he slips his hand boldly back behind her neck and starts tugging at the tie of her sarong, pulling it free...
 
*Soundlessly sucking in air, trembling somewhat as your teeth nibble at my flesh and as your knee presses ever more boldly up against me. I find myself grinding back against you, as you teasingly grind against me.

Giving a half moaning sigh as your hand slides over my breast; my own hand drifting down your arm, my fingers digging into your bicep. My eyes flutter closed as I suck in and bite at my lower lip.

When your fingers deftly undo the knot of my sarong, my eyes snap open. My hands instantly flying to my chest to hold the fabric in place.*

Im not... that is, I didn't ... *my words are hard to get out, even as a fierce blush creeps up my neck as I look up at you*

I hadn't planned on taking it off *I offer lamely Ina hurried rush* I didn't plan on swimming but I wanted to keep cool as well...
 
He can feel her sweet body beneath his, enjoying the warmth and closeness. The exciting, teasing touch of bodies against each other, as his heat rises and shares with her body heat. He continues to sample the soft flesh of her jawline, leaning up next to her hear, kissing it as he unties the sarong. And then he smiles as her hands suddenly dart up in panic. He pulls his mouth away from her skin and looks down into her eyes, narrowing them wickedly.

My dear Duchess...surely you're not nude beneath there? That would be quite an audacious gesture on your part.

He laughs softly as he looks at her before kissing her chin and then sliding his hands down. He grips her own hands and then slowly begins to tug her hands down her chest as his knee grinds up a bit harder between her thighs. He enjoys the feeling of her tiny, lithe body rocking slightly and grinding against it as he watches her face....dragging the material lower, and lower, listening to her breathing.
 
*Giggling nervously, knowing that the answer to your question is written plainly on my face. Whimpering softly.*

Not so much nude, as topless *a foolish argument of semantics* ... that is if you continue as you were.

*I can't help but let out a mewling squeal as your hands cover mine and pull them away and the despite my efforts to resist your strength. As you press your knees harder against me, my rocking hips quicken in their pace my breaths growing more and more shallow.*

You aren't playing fair, Noon. *My voice sounds thick and tremulous to my ears.*
 
He chuckles softly, enjoying the soft gasping and whimpering sounds that he's eliciting from her. He takes a deep breath, pressing his nose against her neck, drawing in her scent as he keeps her body trapped in this fairly helpless state. His hips are pressed down against hers, letting her feel his arousal as he keep rolling his knee up against her, feeling her mewling as she grinds back against it, even overcoming the whining sounds as he pulls her hands away.

I don't think I need to restate my position on fair play, do I?

He growls the words out softly and then nips at her skin, as his lips trail down the surface of her shoulder, and then to the top of her chest, as his fingers begin peeling down the wrap, like opening a lovely, delicious Christmas present. At least he's being delicate with the wrapping paper this time. His lips trail down as the skin is reveal, the top curves of delicious looking breasts, his breath hot upon them. He moves lower as the wrap downs down pat them...budding hard nipples poking up and springing free. Then her whole chest lay uncovered.

He grins, rejoicing in this small victory as his lips slide down to find a nipple, gracing it with his tongue, flicking it around and circling it. One hand maintains its grip on the material as the other reaches up to graze fingertips against her delicate throat.
 
How could I forget? *I manage to gasp the words out, a shiver racing down my spine as your voice rumbles in my ear. I remember the words you spoke yesterday. In the interest of fairness you did offer full disclosure on the issue.

Though the issue is not much of an issue given how much I'm enjoying your kisses and the feel of your lips upon my skin.As your eyes discover what your questing hands have uncovered my cheeks turn a riotous shade of crimson.

I briefly close my eyes, trying my best to disguise the moan trapped deep in my throat. SO many emotions all at once - a surge of pride at the please look in your eyes as you survey your newfound treasure, a wash of shame for my being so wanton and a flood of arousal that I am certain you can feel pooling against your knee.

It's too much to bear when I feel your tongue circling my nipple, my back arches and the cry that escapes me reverberates against your palm as your hand circles my throat.*
 
His palm is smoothly stroking her throat as his tongue continues to tease that nice, budding nipple. His tongue slips around it and toys with it, seeing it almost tremble beneath his touch, and hearing her loud cry, wanton, needy, and agonized as he teases her skin. His eyes fall slowly closed as he loses himself in the teasing task, taunting her by brushing his lips against it without bringing it into his mouth.

After a moment he sighs, enjoying the feel of her wetness seeping out against his knee as he plays with her body. He can feel the bulge in his swim trunks pressed now against her thigh as he turns and then looks up at her, dragging his eyes open. Then his warm mouth slowly sinks down against her breast before wrapping up that soft bud and suckling at it, eliciting a moan from him as he does. He continues to watch her face as he suckles at it.

As he strokes her neck with one hand, his other, insidious hand is still dragging free her garment, peeling it open and sliding it off her hips, ready to finish unwrapping this delicious gift.
 
*Watching you through heavy lidded eyes as you expertly manipulate my nipple with your lips and tongue. My breathing is shallow far more so than before, only soft gasps escape me now timed perfectly with the rhythm of your suckling lips at my nipple.

My eyes hold your gaze as my hand brushes your cheek, before sliding between us and down your chest before finally coming to rest lightly or the bulge pressing against my thigh. Though my hand trembles, mischief dances in my eyes as if to say two can play this game...*
 
He sighs and then smiles as he looks up at her, grinning as he feels her hand wickedly attempting to keep pace. He responds by playfully rocking his hip into her questing touch as he releases her nipple from his mouth. He flicks his tongue against her and then pulls the material of the sarong free...before sliding it up to cover her chest once more as he leans forward to nibble at her neck.

Hmmm...perhaps we should continue this somewhere more private?

He grins wickedly as he leans up to kiss her mouth softly and then slides his hands down to her hips, holding the wrap up against her chest lightly as he begins to pull himself to his feet. You might enjoy the privacy to better explore certain....themes.

He grins wickedly as he slides off of her, pressing his feet to the ground, and then kissing her nose before offering his hand.
 
*Clutching the light material to my chest as I take your hand.*

Privacy does sound like a good idea *my cheeks burn with slight embarassment as I look around the very on pool area.*

We could always go back to my place, it's not that far away...
 
Brit arrives with various boxes balanced in a high pile in front of her, so high in fact that she can't really see where she's going. At all. It's by pure chance and muscle memory that she manages to make it without tripping over. Wobbily she sets them down on the bar and surveys the deck, hands on hips and a look of determination on her face.

After a pause her hands clap loudly together.


"Alright, time to decorate!"

Grinning like a child who's just woken up on Christmas morning to find the Easter Bunny's been and it's inexplicably also their birthday, she starts unpacking the boxes.

After a while the bar area and the decking are looking suitably festive.

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There are red, white and blue streamers and ribbons strung up high enough to look pretty but not to endanger the taller visitors to the pool. Various beach balls with similar colouring are bobbing about in the water. Fairy lights have been wound around the beams of the bar, also tri-coloured, as well as stuffed into some jars and of course there are plenty of balloons too.

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Along the bar are various looking goodies, some sweet, some savoury, and a large bucket of ice with bottles poking out of top.

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A chalkboard has been propped up listing some cocktail suggestions and to the far end of the bar Brit has somehow dragged a large gas powered grill. The fridge behind the bar is now full of meat of all kinds and vegetables all ready to be cooked as and when people might like.

She's even spread out some red, white and blue towels on the loungers.

A boat moored a fair way off shore is loaded with fireworks, ready to be set off when the time calls for it.

Brit tidies the boxes away and looks over her handy work.

A nod and a smile.


"Yep, I think that should do it."

Grinning she skips away to go change into something a little more suitable.
 
Brit returns, clearly dressed for a party. A pretty dress and equally pretty shoes, in colours to match the decor, and in her small bag is a suitably coloured swimsuit for later.

Heels clack across the boards as she moves behind the bar and tries to decide on a drink.
 
With a merry smile on ruby red, glittering lips, a girl walks on on the decking in a little gun dress.

Well, what a job you've done with this place. Like my dress? I thought, what's more freedom than the second amendment...

giggles and hops up to the bar, hanging her swimsuit off the back of her stool

You know... I'm marrying an American. Guess I have to make the effort. And look at you! You're always so festive, Brit. I love it.
 
"I think you look awesome," Brit grins, "And thanks! You know how much I love the chance to dress up for things like this." Hands smooth down her dress before she finally decides on a glass of rosé.

"Can I pour you one? Or get you something else?"
 
Rosė would be lovely! I'm actually off tomorrow morning. Can you believe it? I'm going to get a lie in and I'm beyond excited. I've been working like a trooper since Fiancé left last month, one day off in 25.

shrugs a little

It keeps me out of mischief though! Are you enjoying the summer holidays?
 
A second glass of rosé is pouring and passed over, her glass lifted towards her friend's and allowed to clink before a sip of the fruity wine is taken.

"You deserve a day off, heck you deserve several!"

Brit pushes the cork back into the bottle and slips it into an ice bucket, clacking her way around the bar to hop up onto a stool beside Serps.

"And I'm having a lovely vacation so far. Busy but in the best of ways!"

She grins excitedly, she certainly feels very fortunate at the moment.

"Anything planned for your own summer time or is it all save, save, save for matrimony and moving?"
 
You've got it in one. It's all save, save, save from this point in.

takes a sip of the wine, obviously enjoying it

I've a friend's wedding on the first weekend in August, treated myself to a lovely silver dress and new heels. That'll probably be my next outing to be honest. So many people in work are off in the summer so I'm going to end up doing quite a bit of cover, I would say.
 
Giggles at Zy before looking back to Serps

"Weddings are always fun though. I have two this summer any they're my first two where I'm the official photographer so I'm pretty excited about both of them. And then another wedding in the Autumn, Mr Brit's little brother is getting married and so this necessitates a trip to the UK." She gives a slightly weary sigh and take a long slow drink of wine. "But it's not for a while yet and I'll only have to be around the evil in-laws for a couple of days so no need to panic just yet!"

She tries to stifle a yawn but doesn't do a very good job of it.

"But, I think I shall go and grab some sleep before the party really gets going. Enjoy the bar and do fire up the grill if you get hungry!"
 
Oh god... Your in laws.

cringes sympathetically

Well, enjoy your sleep, beautiful. And hello, Zy!
 
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