The Lounge's Summer Pool Party

[Belladorma]

*Gives a whistle and grins as she watches Shark walk off.*
Now that's a master. Finally found one.
*laughs and leans back to enjoy the show, drink in one hand, the other coursing over her still singed skin.*

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

His fingers dig a little deeper into her flesh, his grip a little more firm when her nipple responds, pressing into his palm. With the fingers in her hair, her head is tipped back so it is against his shoulder, her view now more of the sky than the pair in front of them, though the sound of them made their actions rather unmistakable.

Releasing her hair, his hand moved around to cover her throat, his grip there firm but not restricting. Not yet.

He is about to speak when the other couple find their climax together, and instead he simply waits, letting them ride out the moment while his fingers narrow their focus to the tightened bud of her nipple, fingertips plucking at it through the thin fabric that covers her.

"Perhaps so," he says at last, his eyes focused on the other two as he speaks. "Perhaps lucky in other ways, instead..."

He grins at LS as he collects himself in preparation to leave, returning the nod he's given.

"Always," he says, punctuating it with a swipe of his thumb across Brit's nipple.

 

[Britwitch]

Her hips almost cease their motion at the feel of his hand around her throat. So many memories, so many sensations, buffeting her brain she jolts slightly in his arms.

As the couple on the other side of the bar come to a rather loud conclusion she whines softly as her nipple throbs between his fingertips. Cursing, not for the first time, her swimsuit. Wanting nothing more in that moment to feel his fingers on her skin...or better yet his mouth...

Then somewhere in her heady daydream she's aware there are goodbyes being said and she forces herself to pay attention just as Shark leans over the bar to kiss her farewell.

"We'll see each other again very soon, I'm sure..." She smiles before sighing in the arms of the man still holding her against him, doing so a little louder as his thumb torments her nipple once more. Her distinctly quieter voice carrying back over her shoulder and up to his ear. "And I know you know I'll be grateful for whatever might happen."

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

"Mm. Yes."

His hand tightens around her throat for a moment, precious seconds of air taken from her. His voice drops to a point barely above a whisper, words that barely slip through the ambient noise around them to find her ear.

"You are always a grateful girl..."

He releases her throat then, releases her breast and his hands move to her shoulders to turn her quickly so she's facing him. They are close together still, her breasts nearly brushing against him as they each breathe in, and the world hangs there for a moment, each holding the other's gaze.

Lifting his hands, they find her chest and he pushes her back from him, increasing the space between them until she's pressed back against the bar behind her. A glance down would show her the reaction her hips caused showing through his loose shorts, and his own eyes take a moment to travel her curves before finding her face again.

"You wear far too much, freckles."

 

[Britwitch]

The tightening of his hand brings the thrill of excitement she's missed for longer than she'd care to admit, followed immediately by that delicious moment of something like panic. Although that's probably not the word for it at all. Vocabulary wasn't really her focus at the present time.

He moved her away and she fought the urge to fidget under his gaze, she stood still and let him look wherever he might wish to undisturbed. The moments of silence drawing out and making her heartbeat seem louder and louder in her ears.

"Too much by far."

She nodded at his words, hands rising almost instantly to untie the bow behind her neck where the straps of her suit met. Letting them drop before slowing peeling away the black fabric that had concealed her curves from public view.

Tanned and freckled shoulders and chest gave way to relatively paler, unmarked flesh as her generous chest was exposed. Nipples pink and puckered, almost embarrassingly hard as she continued to remove her swimwear.

Lower the suit was rolled to reveal the narrowing of her waist and then over the flare of her hips. Nothing but smooth flesh on show by the time she'd finished. Rounded lines revealed against the hard lines of the bar. The damp bundle of no longer needed fabric dropped by her feet.

Naked and trembling ever so slightly she stood before him, hands held lightly before her.

"Better?"

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

It was not the first time he'd seen her shed clothes for him. It wouldn't be the last time he did, they both knew. Each time brought a new excitement, a new desire to take her, use her. Remind her.

But it was not the familiarity with her body that kept his eyes up. It was not the urgent knowledge of her every curve, gained over many days, weeks, months, years, that kept him from taking in her body as it was revealed to him.

Instead, it was a desire to watch her, to hold her gaze as she bared herself. It was a desire to know she was being seen, being exposed for him, and for any that may pass through in that time and place. It was to show her that the exposure of her body to him was, while eagerly received, entirely expected. He didn't expect a question, or hesitation, and he was pleased when he received none. But he also wanted her to know that he knew, and expected her body. He wanted to watch her give it over to him, willingly. Eagerly.

His brows lifted slightly at her question, lips curling a bit at their corners, and he nodded slightly.

"Much."

His eyes held her gaze still. Steady, unwavering. He was nearly ignoring her nakedness. Refusing to dip his eyes to take in her curves.

"Touch yourself."

 

[Britwitch]

So many times and in so many places they'd been like this. It was a dance that sometimes when unrehearsed for a frustratingly long time and yet they fell into step with one another with very little effort on either part.

She smiled to see the approval in his eyes, to know that she hadn't disappointed, to see that he wanted as much as she did.

Then came the instruction.

Her eyes never left his as her hands rose to first cup and then hold her breasts, fingers circling and teasing the stiffened peaks causing her lips to part in a soft sound of pleasure and her eyes to brighten ever so slightly.

One hand strayed lower, sliding down her front and stopping between her thighs. Leaning back against the bar a little more obviously she began to press between the already damp folds to find that bundle of nerves that was hot wired to the rest of her body.

With eyes all of a sudden slightly hazy, she stroked herself. The fingers of one hand teasing a nipple while the finger of the other circled and rubbed her clit. She wasn't quiet any longer either. A steady stream of whimpered sighs and groans left her lips and every one of them for him. Every touch, every reaction, every shaky breath. All of it was for him. It always was.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

His tongue swiped across his lips, and in his peripheral he was aware of her hands dropping to her breasts. The temptation to let his eyes drop, to take in the sight of her making herself feel good for his entertainment, was becoming immense. Still, he resisted. For a few moments longer, at least, he resisted.

A grin flickered to life on his lips when she reached lower, his eyes narrowing slightly. He could feel himself growing harder even as he still held her gaze, and he made no effort to hide it. She knew him. Knew him more than well enough to know the way he responded to her.

Suddenly, he crossed the narrow distance between them, a step and a half and he was close to her once more. His arms spread around her, hands reaching for the bar she leaned on. He was close enough that they could feel the breath of the other, but still he didn't touch her. He leaned closer, their cheeks near, his beard seemingly reaching out for the freckles that dusted hers.

"Tell me how it feels, freckles," he breathed into her ear, careful not to touch her. "Tell me what you want. What you are. Let me hear you, freckles."

 

[Britwitch]

The constant teasing of her fingers combined with the unwavering connection of their eyes ensured it didn't take very long for her to become very wet and rather flushed in the face. She was breathing heavily and she was very glad of the bar at her back. Even more so when he suddenly moved almost against her, she felt her knees buckle at the chance he might touch her.

He didn't. Somehow that made it all worse. His arms on either side of her surrounding her but not holding. His lips close to her face but not touching. She could feel her own breath bouncing back from his skin while his own danced wickedly across her neck and made her shudder before him.

"It...it feels good, very good..." she groaned, her fingers never stopping their ministrations. "...but not as good as I know it would feel were your hands where mine are...your fingers touching and rubbing..." Another groan, louder this time and a shiver that shook her whole body.

"And that's what I want. All I ever really want. Your hands on my body, touching and teasing and using."

She pulled her head back just enough that their eyes met once more.

"Using what's yours. Because that's what I am. Yours. In every sense. To enjoy. To destroy."

Her words were cut off by a particularly loud whimper.

"Please. Please, use me. Use your needy little freckles as she should be used. As she needs to be used."

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

He sighed quietly. Exhaled with a small shudder. She'd hardly touched him, and he was already acutely aware of how hard he was. The insistent throb of his cock was like a beat in the background of his mind, the driving force behind his every move now. Slowly, slightly, his head began to nod as she spoke, describing the feeling of her working fingers, a silent approval of her words. A silent urging for more.

Their eyes were sharp, alert, bright with need as she pulled back and their gaze met once again. He swiped his tongue across his lips quickly, wetting them.

"Yes, freckles... Mine."

One of his hands left the bar, and he reached between them, taking hold of her wrist. Pulling her hand from between her thighs. Enough distance was created between them to lift her fingers up into the line of their sight, her wetness glistening on them in the sunlight. Her arousal obvious.

"Mine. To use."

Still holding her wrist, he brought her fingers to his lips, his tongue curling around each one, taking her wetness, her taste, before releasing them. Moving forward, he captured her mouth with his own, his tongue invading, seeking between her lips, sharing the taste of her on his tongue. The kiss was quick, the taste fleeing, his eyes opening again.

"Mine to break. Come break for me, freckles."

He straightened up, his body half turning before he paused and turned his full attention back to her again.

"Show me where your hut is, freckles, so I can use your holes the way they're meant to be used."

He grinned then, a quick and terrible expression on his face, and one she'd seen enough to know what it meant.

"Crawl there for me."

 

[Angeleyz]

Wanders back towards the pool, carrying a small tote with her writing supplies and large bottle of water. Wearing a pair of rather beat up denim shorts and a simple white tee shirt knotted over a purple one piece and sporting the darkest shades she owned, she flopped onto one of the lounges before spotting the other couple looking rather intensely at each other.

Not wanting to intrude, she arranged her petite form on the chair before closing her eyes and murmuring, "Don't mind me... I'm trying to deal with the rum/tequila/scotch from last night."

 

[Britwitch]

She whined as his hand moved hers away. For a second she thought the torment was going to continue but instead her shining fingers were taken up to his mouth and tasted. Her teeth caught on her lips as she watched his lips part, his tongue was soft and warm against her fingers and she ached to feel it again, and she then suddenly she did. The kiss was burning and intense and altogether too short. But they both knew this was just the end of the overture. The real show was about to begin.

"Yes, Daddy..."

She smiled softly, the expression would have been coy were it not for the blatant lust painted on her face. Smoothly her hands and knees found the wooden floor of the decking and she started to crawl. Around the drinks counter and across the planks suspended over the ocean to the lounger where she had tossed her bag on her arrival - smiling a little excitedly as she passed Angel. She wasn't really in the position to explain what was happening but she was sure the latest arrival at the poolside would work it out for herself. A key was quickly found and, because she suspected it would widen the smile on his already bowed lips, put between her teeth. Then she continued.

The two of them leaving behind the unbelievable azure scenery, the sky and the sea vying to outshine each other with their brilliance, and heading along a little wooden walkway that was half sheltered by trees. The air cooler here out of the direct glare of the sun, a breeze pushing short strands of hair back from her face on the brief journey.

Her hips rolling lewdly from side to side, her breasts swaying in time with the rest of her, she led him to the small wooden cabin that was hers. Her lips smiling all the way, knowing he was behind her, knowing he was watching her...knowing that once that door shut behind him all the time lost since they'd last been able to be together would melt into nothing. Knowing things were soon going to be the way they were supposed to be.

 

[Angeleyz]

She hadn't been able to stop herself from peeking when she heard his command to crawl. One of these days her curiosity was going to get her in serious trouble, but she was confident in the opaqueness of her shades.

She watched as the lovely Brit immediately complied with a tone that bespoke of much, much more to come. Her lips twitched unconsciously as the other woman made her way past, grace and sensuality mixed with every movement forward.

Her eyes closed when he came into view, and she kept them closed for the duration. Her ears, however, picked up on every shuffle forward, every creak of the planks as the couple made their way past. Oooo, to be a fly on that wall...

 

[LitShark]

*wanders in, feeling confident and looking fabulous. The shades have returned and he's wearing a different set of board shorts and a sleeveless Tshirt.*

Good afternoon, beautiful people.

*smiles to Brit and Angel.*

 

[Angeleyz]

*Jumps at the sound of the deep, having been totally engrossed in her scribbling, she turns to look at LitShark.*

Afternoon to you too, handsome...

 

[LitShark]

*Jumps at the sound of the deep, having been totally engrossed in her scribbling, she turns to look at LitShark.*

Afternoon to you too, handsome...

*Smiles at Angel and joins her on her lounge chair, peeping over her shoulder at what she was working on.*

What have you been working on so intently? Hm?

*smirks as he moves closer than he needs to, beard hairs tickling her shoulder.*

 

[Angeleyz]

*Smiles at Angel and joins her on her lounge chair, peeping over her shoulder at what she was working on.*

What have you been working on so intently? Hm?

*smirks as he moves closer than he needs to, beard hairs tickling her shoulder.*

*closes the notepad with a decided snap as she feels the wiry hairs brush against her shoulder, making her shiver for a moment*

N-nothing.... Just outlining some new potential RPs.... Nothing ready for prime time.

 

[LitShark]

*closes the notepad with a decided snap as she feels the wiry hairs brush against her shoulder, making her shiver for a moment*

N-nothing.... Just outlining some new potential RPs.... Nothing ready for prime time.

Well, that muscular girl you've been posting pics of on your Fear to Tread thread looks pretty prime to me.

I am looking for new projects, though I'm not exactly caught up on current commitments, but I've wanted to write with you for a while now.

 

[Angeleyz]

Well, that muscular girl you've been posting pics of on your Fear to Tread thread looks pretty prime to me.

I am looking for new projects, though I'm not exactly caught up on current commitments, but I've wanted to write with you for a while now.

*grins cheekily*

Isn't she though?! I so want to lick those abs... I'm a sucker for musculature. *shivers*

And I can relate... I'm a bit OCD about taking care of my current stories in the order they get replied to before I can open new ones, although I'm getting a wee bit better on relaxing that as some of my partners write shorter replies, preferring a more collaborative storyline, while a couple others like to take awhile before serving me up their latest challenge.

*a faint tinge touches her cheeks*

You have? That's very kind of you to say... I'm a bit of a story slut, so I'm always open to new ideas. Give me a whisper whenever you want to scheme...

 

[LitShark]

*grins cheekily*

Isn't she though?! I so want to lick those abs... I'm a sucker for musculature. *shivers*

And I can relate... I'm a bit OCD about taking care of my current stories in the order they get replied to before I can open new ones, although I'm getting a wee bit better on relaxing that as some of my partners write shorter replies, preferring a more collaborative storyline, while a couple others like to take awhile before serving me up their latest challenge.

*a faint tinge touches her cheeks*

You have? That's very kind of you to say... I'm a bit of a story slut, so I'm always open to new ideas. Give me a whisper whenever you want to scheme...

*uses his nose to brush your hair back behind your ear, placing a hand gently on your thigh and whispering in a husky bedroom whisper that resonates from deep in my chest.*

...I want to scheme...

 

[Angeleyz]

*uses his nose to brush your hair back behind your ear, placing a hand gently on your thigh and whispering in a husky bedroom whisper that resonates from deep in my chest.*

...I want to scheme...

*shivering at the way her hair is brushed to the side, wishing it wasn't such an easy thing to do - making her shiver, that is. Her pulse raced as he placed his hand on her thigh, wondering nervously what he was going to do next, knowing she had always sucked at playing chicken in school. She felt him take a breath and giggled when she heard his words*

That's not quite what I meant....

*wetting her bottom lip*

But I think you already know that...

 

[LitShark]

*shivering at the way her hair is brushed to the side, wishing it wasn't such an easy thing to do - making her shiver, that is. Her pulse raced as he placed his hand on her thigh, wondering nervously what he was going to do next, knowing she had always sucked at playing chicken in school. She felt him take a breath and giggled when she heard his words*

That's not quite what I meant....

*wetting her bottom lip*

But I think you already know that...

I may not get the chance to sit at a proper keyboard today, so for now it will have to suffice. I'll chat you up soon enough though.

*hand creeps higher up her thigh.*

We can still enjoy each other's company though. Can we not?

 

[Angeleyz]

I may not get the chance to sit at a proper keyboard today, so for now it will have to suffice. I'll chat you up soon enough though.

*hand creeps higher up her thigh.*

We can still enjoy each other's company though. Can we not?

*sucks in a breath as his fingers inch higher, shivering despite the warmth of the afternoon sun*

C-certainly....

*tries to come up with a safe subject*

Ummmm, didja get your room packed up?

 

[LitShark]

*sucks in a breath as his fingers inch higher, shivering despite the warmth of the afternoon sun*

C-certainly....

*tries to come up with a safe subject*

Ummmm, didja get your room packed up?

Not even close. I took an end table and it's drawers though...

I need to clean out my car before my next trip so that I can move more. I have until the 1st, I'm most worried about getting rid of my bed and my desk. Both are messy. I think next time I'm going to pack out books and clothes.

*casually unbuttons her cutoffs and begins to pull down the zipper.*

 

[Angeleyz]

Not even close. I took an end table and it's drawers though...

I need to clean out my car before my next trip so that I can move more. I have until the 1st, I'm most worried about getting rid of my bed and my desk. Both are messy. I think next time I'm going to pack out books and clothes.

*casually unbuttons her cutoffs and begins to pull down the zipper.*

*makes the appropriate listening sounds all the while distinctly aware of what his hands were up to. When he starts to tug her zipper down, she jumps up with a nervous giggle, taking care to step out of reach*

Ummm, too early for a drink?! I don't think so... Lemme get you something from the bar...

*pivots on her heel and all but speed walks to the safety of the bar*

What's your poison this afternoon?