The Outlook

[scribe_m]

"Oh? And pray tell what could such a delightful device be, my friend? Could it perhaps be a stainless steel beverage flask?

My joy's delightful squirm does naught but drive me to further wantonness. My prick becomes wonderfully hard as she shivers to my touches. "Oh? And pray tell what could such a delightful device be, my friend? Could it perhaps be a stainless steel beverage flask?" my dear friends says, her skin glistening under the sun. She cannot see my smile, but she can feel my touches. I squirt a little coconut oil lotion into the palm of my hand and gently massage her neck. My fingers slide up down her arm to her fingertips, and I clasp her hand, gently. I, too, am on my side, my chest facing her back, a gap between us. I slowly lower her oiled fingers behind her back to my manhood.

"Well, you could definitely say that," I say, just placing the palm of her hand against my tumescense. "Like steel, it is quite hard." I slowly stroke my manhood against her palm, the full force of my thrusts hinted at, as I touch her. "This flask contains a liquid," I continue, my precome oozing out, mixing with the coconut oil I applied to her hand. "It is warm, delicious, and tasty." My descriptions become whispers, as I kiss her ear, lick her neck, and squeeze her hand around my cock. "Turn around and taste me," I breathe.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I awaken....somehow I had strode into the waves in days past and only awakened here...on the rocks today. Glancing down at myself, I wonder about the lack of sand or salt drying upon my skin and give a light laugh as I recall a storm from the previous night...one that washed away all hurt, all pain, all desire and left me...clean.

I climb down from my space on the rocks and scrabble about, looking for clothing. Oddly enough, my stashed clothing is gone. Giving an impotent little sigh, I make my way up toward the Outlook proper, in the hopes of finding a robe...or something.

 

[Avellan13]

Walking under the pier, I spot Luna and notice her looking around for something. I walk over to her and wave.

Hello Lady Luna. How are you today?

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Turns with a low growling whimper, light golden brown eyes glimmering in the light as small hands try....not very well....to cover all the various bits and pieces of my nudity. Seeing that it is Avellan, I drop my hands and grin up at him, teeth flashing.

"Good morrow, Avel. I am naked and in need of a towel. On my way into the outlook to find one...How are you?"

 

[Avellan13]

Not really embarrased but admiring her body, without appearing rude, I shrug.

Pretty well. Celebrating the 4th of July with family. Here let's go get you a towel, if that's what you really want.

I give her a small grin.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Links my arm through his and gives a light laugh...

I am homeless for the nonce and my clothes are packed away in my knap sack...at least until I can speak to scarlet or her Sir about me using Confessions as my home base.

Glancing down at myself, another low laugh...

and yes, I think I do need the towel...nudity is uncouth in the middle of the day on a public beach...

Pressing close to his side for a moment as we make our way up toward the Outlook...

I plan on enjoying my holiday....as soon as work releases me at 3 o'clock...

 

[Avellan13]

Pleased by her affection and niceness towards me, I smile at her and nod.

Well I'm sure Scarlet and Cgrins will let you us the Confession as a home. If not, you are always welcome to go to my Island where there are several houses, in the Village, uninhabited.

Walking to the Outlook, I grab a towel and hand it to her.

Here you go lovely. Though it's a shame to hide such a beautiful body.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A low chuckle, a blush that comes and goes as I release his arm long enough to wrap the towel around my body...

Ah me, you do know the proper way to make a woman feel sexy.

Sees the time in the RW and gives a little gasp...

I shall return anon, sweet Avel...but for now, I bid you adieu...

 

[Avellan13]

Smiling, I bow to her,

Three blessing to you and my good fortune and happiness follow you in the RW.

I give her a friendly kiss on the hand then sit down at a chair on the pier.

 

[Avellan13]

Leaning back in the chair, I sigh in content and listen to the sounds of the ocean. Then I get up, jump down to the beach walk to the shoreline, and lie down with my hands behind my head.

 

[Katiesub]

The captain's wife had been quite unreasonable about finding the captain's hands in my bikini. If she'd only known how many times other parts of him had been inside parts of me not covered by the bikini, she'd probably have thrown me off the boat. Or maybe she had known, for she had thrown me off the boat, 150 yards offshore the island.


She wandered along the beach and sat down glumly next to a large granite outcropping above high tide.

 

[Avellan13]

Looking out, he saw a figure sitting down at the outcpping of rocks. I get up from the chair and walk over to the lady.

Hello. My name is Avellan. Is everything alright?

 

[Annisthyrienne]

My joy's delightful squirm does naught but drive me to further wantonness. My prick becomes wonderfully hard as she shivers to my touches. "Oh? And pray tell what could such a delightful device be, my friend? Could it perhaps be a stainless steel beverage flask?" my dear friends says, her skin glistening under the sun. She cannot see my smile, but she can feel my touches. I squirt a little coconut oil lotion into the palm of my hand and gently massage her neck. My fingers slide up down her arm to her fingertips, and I clasp her hand, gently. I, too, am on my side, my chest facing her back, a gap between us. I slowly lower her oiled fingers behind her back to my manhood.

"Well, you could definitely say that," I say, just placing the palm of her hand against my tumescense. "Like steel, it is quite hard." I slowly stroke my manhood against her palm, the full force of my thrusts hinted at, as I touch her. "This flask contains a liquid," I continue, my precome oozing out, mixing with the coconut oil I applied to her hand. "It is warm, delicious, and tasty." My descriptions become whispers, as I kiss her ear, lick her neck, and squeeze her hand around my cock. "Turn around and taste me," I breathe.

* I love the smell of coconut oil and it adds another stimulus to my senses, adding to my pleasure as he rubs the lotion into my skin. The massage feels so good! He brings my hand behind my back to rest on something long and stiff, and I giggle, listening to his description of it.

I can feel the warmth of his breath on the nape of my neck, then his kiss, and a gentle lick, making me shiver despite the warm sunshine. His hand covers mine as I squeeze him. His naughty suggestion makes me chuckle under my breath as I turn over to face him, still holding his member, giving it a little squeeze.*

"You do know this is a public beach, don't you? Anyone could come along at any time."

 

[Katiesub]

Looking out, he saw a figure sitting down at the outcpping of rocks. I get up from the chair and walk over to the lady.

Hello. My name is Avellan. Is everything alright?

She looks up and apprises the man before her before she shrugs and answers:

Well, I think they used to call this being marooned. See that big catamaran out there? The captain's wife didn't like me for some reason and they just threw me off. So, here I am, wherever I am, with nothing but a few scraps of material to my name.

Oh ... my name is Katie. And, where am I, anyway?

 

[Avellan13]

He felt sympathy for her as she told him her tale.

Well your at the Outlook. A place for people to gather for socialzation, meeting, idea blogs, and... other things.

He looked out at the ship with a frown then turned back to Katie.

Do you wish for me to take care of the people on the ship there for you?

He held his hands up.

I won't harm them... but I'll scare them for you.

 

[Katiesub]

She chuckled at the thought of his scaring the people on the cat.

No, no ... I had some good times on there.

A place to gather? Well, right now, all I want is a place to sleep, as I was almost doing a few minutes ago.

And maybe a bathroom.

 

[Avellan13]

I smile at her.

Well the bathrooms are inside the building there and I'm sure ere are bedrooms in there as well, though I have never used them. I don't need to.

 

[Katiesub]

She raises her eyebrows at the "I don't need bathrooms" but says nothing.

Can you sneak me into one of the bedrooms and maybe ... get me a robe or something to wear?

 

[Avellan13]

OOC: Meant I don't use the bedrooms. I have my own lounge area.

Steal? I'm not sure. This isn't my lounge setting so I don't own anything here. The owner.. well she'd probably get mad. Though you might want to ask the employees here and they probably will give you something to wear.

 

[Avellan13]

Coming back from a shore, I had a robe to Katie.

Here you go. Sorry for the delay.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She chose to walk the shoreline tonight, hair unbound, a plumeria blossom pinned up on one side of her head along with her hair that had been pulled away from her face. Her bare feet walked over the wet sand and she found it comforting. It was a warm night and if she had any energy left, she would have stripped down and sought a midnight swim. Instead, she lifted her face to the soft gentle breeze that spilled over what skin of hers wasn't covered by the dark red sarong.

Where her mind should be letting go of thoughts, she found it, instead, churning over a scene drawn for her. Images flashed, like pictures being quickly snapped. Now all she had to do was draw them altogether, weave them together with words. He was damn good. His images were sharp, crisp, bold. Brilliant strokes of color across an empty canvas. Now, she needed to add to it, compliment it.

Summer nights. Crickets singing. Frogs speaking. She always kept an ear listening for them because when they stopped, she knew she wasn't alone. So far, they were a concert to her ears in the ensuing otherwise silence. Tonight was just hers alone. No one wanted her. No one needed her. There was just the living nightly concert, the soft sound of the surf and the beat of her own heart.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The real world has released me for this little while and I find myself making my way toward the Outlook and it's bit of beach. I have much to think on this day, much to contemplate, and I need the silence the Outlook has always provided.

Small feet lead me past dunes and hillocks as eyes search the space in front of me for people. Luckily for me, no one is about. Eventually I end up by the rocks that usually provide my hiding place. With no thought, I clamber upward and get comfortable...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Eyes drift closed~thoughts swirl through the darkness as I ponder things, debate ideas, decide what I should be doing...and how I should be doing it...

The flashes come faster than ever before~colors, scents~ plumeria, wisteria, gardenia. White, sick green, dark blue, royal purple...And stars...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Centered. Calm. A happy smile as I think on early morning conversations. Slipping from my spot on the rock, I ease down to the sand and strip away my clothing~ folding each piece and placing it neatly on my rock.

Then out...into the water.

Bliss.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Swimming up from the dark green abyss, limber limbs cutting through cool silk, wallowing. Breaking the surface, head above the waves, gasping for air. Looking inland, seeing the beach, the great empty. Stroking towards it until feet can touch the ground and hold me upright against the current.

I sit, nude in the sun. Unashamed. Happy. Content on so many levels, in so many ways. Fingers trace words in the sand....words I had given to someone else...long ago....

Quiet strength believes
in sunrise, sunset painted
the gold of summer.​

A wave comes up and washes the words away....