Caryn: 22, 5' 6" (5' 11" in her "fancy" heels when she dresses up), average body frame with muscle definition, modest 36B chest with large & sensitive nipples, long & wavy strawberry blonde hair, cat shaped emerald eyes.
David: 25, 5' 11", green eyes, dark hair, goatee,and a muscular build.
OOC ... I wanted you to email me about the other thread .... but its been worked out already ... no worries ....
IC Jenna, 25, green eyes, long red-blonde hair, 5'2"
I hear his car pull up in the drive and step out of my front door dressed in a shimmering crimson gown, the sleeves long and coming to a point at my wrists. The neckline covers my throat, the tight bodice completely covering my chest, lush breasts straining against the fabric. The skirt is long, reaching to my ankles. The dress, at first glance, almost prudish. My steps light, teasing, seductive. With each step the dress parts, revealing a slit to mid thigh, showing a quick glimpse of the lace top of my black fish net thigh thighs. I do a slow turn so John can get the foll effect of the dress. The demure looking dress has no back, the smooth curve of my back exposed, the dress dipping down far enough to expose the dimple of my ass just before firm cheeks, and then the rest of my body again covered by the shimmering red material. My 5'2" frame taller in the 5 inch red spike heels. Long red-gold curls hair brushing against my bare back, teasing the upper curve of my ass. My long nails and lips a briliant blood red, bright green eyes sparkling with wicked delight.
I slide into the seat and smile at John.
"I'm ready, you look great tonight Darling" I lean over and place a light kiss on his lips.
I think I'll wear the black collarless tux with a green and red paisley vest. White shirt buttoned all the way up with a Christmas tree pin at the neck. Naw, this vest doesn't have batteries. I said the vest doesn't have batteries! LOL. The driver is bringing the limo around so we can pick up Kitten Eyes and be on our way to the party. Let's see, champagne on ice, caviar, a little cheese and crackers. Perfect. What the heck, I'll stop and get a six pack of Red Stripe, just for kicks!
Vailyn: Admin Assistant
28 yrs old
Dark Green eyes with streaks of silver
Long blue black hair down to hips
5'4" with small full breasts, small waist, and curvy hips
IC: I walk into one of my favorite antique stores and wander around aimlessly. I still haven't found a dress for the Christmas party. None of the newer styles are satisfying. I have no desire to spend several hundreds of dollars on a cheaply made outfit that's only pricey because of a label stuck on it.
While walking pass one of the racks of clothes, something catches my eyes. A small sparkle... a shimmer of blue-green. My head tilts back a bit and I push my long hair over my shoulder by habit. Reaching out, I finger the shimmering material and sigh. It feels so silky. Hoping, I tentatively lift the hanger and draw out the dress.
A slow smile of wonder spreads across my full naturally dark pink lips. I found it! Eye's twinkling happily, I walk quickly to the mirror standing in the corner. Placing the dress in front of me, I stare at my reflection. It's perfect. Somehow I just knew that it was the right size. That I was meant to find and wear this dress. Warm feeling of completion and anticipation glows inside of me and my mind's already looking towards what accessories I need to complete my dress.
Without one bit of doubt, I charge the dress to my card and walk out of the store. Walking briskly, I head for the mall. I knew exactly where I wanted to go and what to get. I found the dress. Everything else just fell into place.
A knock at the door pulled my attention from the book I was reading. "Hmm, that must be Paolo with my gown," I murmured. Indeed it was, my old friend greeted me with a kiss as he swept in, assistants scurrying behind him.
"Darling, how are you?" he asked, taking my by my hands and turning me around in a pirouette.
"Fabulous now that you are here," I replied laughing. "So tell me, my dear genius, what have you created for me to wear this evening?" I reclaimed my seat on the chaise as his assistants unveiled a gown done in gold. A watered silk square-neck bodice went over a long, deeply slitted snug skirt of the same material. The skirt had an overlay done in whisper thin rayon, gored to give the illusion of a full skirt. The gown fit me perfectly, as if it was made for me, but then, it was. Being just over 5' 10", I took Paolo's suggestion and wore simple sling backs with a modest two-inch heel.
Brushing out my long chestnut hair, I asked, "Up or down?" Paolo shook his head and took the brush from me. Quickly, he twisted my hair into a very loose French braid, leaving a few tendrils free. A touch of gold to my eyelids and rose to my cheeks and lips, he stepped back to survey his masterpiece.
"Primo," he declared, "Now all you need are the finishing touches. I will return momentarily." While I waited, I fastened a gold and peridot choker around my neck. It had belonged to my grandmother and matched my eyes perfectly. I smiled at her memory as I added the matching earrings. Paolo returned and in his arms was a bundle of ivory velvet. With a quick shake, he held up a floor length, hooded cape. "Tonight, you will truly be a princess."
I hugged him, "You are a gem." Checking the clock, I realized Tighe would soon be here.
The limo finally pulled up at the front gates of Kitten Eye's home. They opened slowly and we pulled in and parked at the front door. The driver opened my door and I strolled to the front doors, bouquet in hand. I checked my reflection in the glass of the door to be sure my vest was straight, pulled my long, woolen overcoat tight around me and rang the bell. I took a deep breath as I waited for the doors to open, revealing my date for the evening.
The car stops at the entrance to the ballroom. I step out of the driver's, and walk briskly over Jenna. I open the door, and offer my hand to her.
She holds onto it, and holding on to her dress with the other hand steps out gracefully of the car. I caught a glimpse of her shapely thighs as the slit falls open for a moment. I smile.
Wrapping my arm around her waist, I felt the bareskin exposed by her gown, as I start a slow caress of her back.
I smiled, leaning into John for a moment, hugging him as his hands caressed my bare skin. A shiver ran through me, and I whispered in his ear. "We have to get inside to the party"
I stepped back from him, and with a sparkle in my eye we walked hand in hand to the front door ....
I arrive early setting things up making sure everything is perfect, my full skirt rustles as I wisk from one place to another. Putting last touches on the tree making sure mistletoe is in view, and smiling as music plays and food is brought out. I glance at clock my date and rest of the Literotica family should be arriving any moment
Hand in hand, Jenna and I step into the ballroom. I take a moment to take in the wonderful decor of it, before my mind and attention returns to the beauty just beside me.
'Looks like we are early,' I smiled, spotting the hostess making last touches to the room. I see Jenna catching my glance, and we start walking towards her, to greet her.
I know its the 4th and we were supposed to ask by the 1st but Im new and adapting slowly. If anyone still needs a date or your willing to let me play backup character or npc , servant or guest. then tag me please
(late guests are always welcome as long as they have a date)
"Jenna, John, you look amazing as usual." I state the obvious and Jenna and I do the kiss kiss thing, careful not to touch for risk of leaving lipstick behind. "Enjoy yourselves. There are hors d'oeuvres and drinks in here and the ball room is through those doors. Dinner will be served when everyone gets here." Glancing at my watch, "and look out for the mistletoe." I smile as John looks at her, "We've reserved enough rooms for everyone to stay the night, with this weather and such I don't want anyone out on roads without a good night's sleep." I pause one moment knowing I'm forgetting something. "After dinner gifts will be passed around. It just doesn't feel like Christmas without a little giving." I warmly smile and look towards door. "I just hope my date shows up before the festivities get under way."
My smile blossomed as I heard John's whisper, my cheeks a little flushed. I turned a dazling smile to him and tocuhed his cheek, before turning back to Intriguess. My lips curled as I heard the bit about rooms for the evening. So many possibilities, I winked at John. My glance slid to the door at her last comment.
My voice a soft southern draw I said to her "Darlin, if any man stands you up, why he's just plain stupid."
OOC: My apologies to both intriguess and ninian. Have to be away for the moment, RL stuff. Hope the rest of the guests will be back when I get back too yea...looking forward to rp somemore with the two beautiful ladies.
5'11"
SHining Jet Black Hair, cut to mid back, layered, and messy wavy, as is the style...
Green eyes
caramel skin
Features of Indian descent
High Cheekbones
36-24-36
adorned in Long simple silk black dress
front cut, covers breasts with a part to the middle, showing my belly button, same cut in back... but rounder.... (think v, but low...and covers my breasts completely), chunky shoulder straps, and silhouttes.
my skin glistened with the light dusting of bronzer i had applied earlier, and i was awaiting my date. Running the brush through my hair, I applied a last coat of of light colored lipstick to my lips, my high arched brows were perfectly shaped, and i was wearing just enough makeup to make my long lashes stand out on my face and my eyes to glow along with my lips. my cheeks glowed as i fluttered my lashes. They all knew me as Tyrana the quiet office girl. Business suits, and long skirts for me, an old spinster. no makeup what-so-ever. But at 23, i had to put up the front to get ahead, without getting there through dirty work. Wouldn't he be surprised. I believe he asked me just because he didn't have a date. i pinned half of my hair up in an upsweep. I finished just as my door bell rang...
Walking into the hotel lobby with a large leather bag, Geode looked about the room. He lifted the camera he had about his neck up and took a shot of the large christmas tree set up in the far corner. Then he let it rest back against his chest as he set about securing his private room. He was here as Literotica's photographer, but also had invited a woman as per the rules of the get together. He smiled as he spotted the woman going about the few arivals. Walking up to her he extended a hand out to her.
IC: The bell rang and I opened the door to find my date standing there. Kissing him, I admonished, "Come in darling, it is freezing outside!" Encircling my wrist was a thin velvet ribbon with a small sprig of mistletoe on it. Placing my hand on the wall above our heads, I kissed Tighe. Moving my hand to the side of his face, I kissed his neck. Perhaps this was a little forward, but as an only child, I was used to getting my way. My father held a large portion of stock in Literotica.com and I sat on the Board of Directors in his stead, no was not part of my vocabulary.
Putting on my cloak, I took his arm and we headed out to the limo. Snuggling close, I placed my hand on his knee and whispered, "You know, you're supposed to kiss under the mistletoe. Think of the lovely ways this game could be played out."
Spying my shutter bug date I sweep over and warmly kiss him. Telling him that there will be plenty of photo opportunities throughout night even though I didn't want to let him out of my sight. As i moved to greet new arrivals
OOC: Kept passing this thread up for some reason. To late to join the Party? I'll be someones date or maybe a computer geek, ready to come out of his shell. Let me know, either way, I'd like to join. Your call.
Hanging close to the hostess Geode smiled. He was not used to having a woman, even if they had a date of sorts, kiss him so freely. He was sure that he had turned a shade of red. He lifted his camera and as she walked on in front of him he took a quick shot of her. She peeked back at him and gave him a waggle of her finger as if to scold him for that snap shot. He only smiled in return. In some sence he found taking photo's gave him a sence of power. To be able to capture such images was, at times, erotic for him. Even if the subject was clothed. Didn't really matter. Just the thought that with the slightest push of a button he had locked a vision of something so beautiful, yet so fleeting, away for all time... Or for many years beyond what it should last... He bit his lower lip as he looked about once more for another oportunity. So many... So hard to chose...