OOC: Fire Stone Resort

[MissTaken]

Anna

After having read through the information concerning the resort, Anna was a bit intrigued and definitely experiencing some anxiety. Yes, the resort was designed to make every wish and desire be fulfilled. No, these desires weren't entirely sexual, but given the equipment and paraphanelia found in her cabinet, she had to assume that sex was one of the primary focus.

Feeling a bit out of her league, but too frustrated and bored in her daily life to care, she caught herself yawing. The trip must have taken more out of her than she had expected.

She smiled to herself at the thought of Juan in the very next room and remembered his inviting her to wake him. No time for a much needed nap, she decided to shower instead. A quick shower should see her throught the evening ahead.

She slipped out of her clothing and put on her pink satin robe. She gasped at the size of the bathroom. It was as large as her bedroom with an in floor jacuzzi, a wet bar, and a shower. It was decorated in shades of mauve and forest green. She noticed rather quickly that the commode and bidet were behind a partition probably because the far wall was entirely mirrored!

She slipped out of her robe, letting it fall to the floor, watching her every movement in the mirrors. Her body, less than perfect, was full. Her breasts baubled as she walked to the shower.

She turned on the water, always watching her image in the mirror. She assessed her grace and poise and felt that her movements were delicate and lithe. She smiled at the thought of sharing this room with someone.

The shower was encased in clear glass with a ceiling vent directly above the shower to avoid steamy build up. She could see her self in the mirrors as she tipped her head back and allowed the hot water to pour of her body.

Instinctively, her hands slid around her neck, down her sternum until her palms were laying upon her breasts. She watched her movements as she gently began kneading her breasts. While she was a virtual stranger to the intimacy between a man and a woman, she was no stranger to self arousal.

As her nipples began to harden, she slid one hand down her nearly flat, fleshy abdomen and placed it between her legs. She sighed at her own delicate touch. She reached for a fresh bar of soap and began slowly washing herself. The soap stroking back and forth over her labia and clit. She paid special attention to her pussy and enjoyed the bolts of electricity that began shooting through her abdomen.

As she massaged her crevice with the soap, she allowed a finger to stray to her clit. Touching it lightly at first, she watched her face in the mirrors as her arousal blossomed. The soap continued gliding over her pussy and labia as her finger toyed with her clit. Very quickly, perhaps due to the environment and the suspense of her vacation, her hips began to shudder.

As the tension was building in her groin, her thoughts returned to Jaun. Almost immediately, she began shuddering as her juices poured over the soap.

KNOCk KNOCK......

Oh no! That must be Juan. She very quickly rinsed, put her robe on over her still damp body and a towel in her hair.

She answered the door, her face flushed with the pleasure she had just experienced and her voice stammered as she said, "Oh! I am not r r ready yet."

Juan's eyes glinted with amusement at the remark. How innane! It was obvious she wasn't ready, but how sweet that she felt she needed to announce it. His eyes gazed at her face as she blushed with embarrassment. He held his breath in appreciation for the curves outlined by her damp body encased in the robe. All curves were visible and my, what a beauty!

 

[TWB]

Juan

I knocked on the door. There was no response for a while. “She must be sleeping.” Juan thought. He began to turn when the door swung open and a very wet and red faced Anna stood facing him.

"Oh! I am not r r ready yet." She stammered.

Her discomfort was a bit amusing. It was cute, in a quirky sort of way, the way she exclaimed something so obvious. There was something captivating about her, wet, with her robe sticking to her body lightly. She was not skinny, like so many models and women who are constantly starving themselves in order to look like one. She was a “healthy” girl, as his aunt who raised him used to say.” “Not so skinny you can’t see.” She would quip.

No, as he stood there he could see the gentle curves of her hips, waist, and breasts, her long moisture-spotted neck, and the gentle slope of her calves down to her well manicured feet. He imagined them all, soft, curvaceous, and captivating. It was only after he had taken in this scene before he realized that he had not been breathing.

He gasped for air and said “Oh, yes, I see that,” and looked into her eyes with a penetrating stare. “I will wait in my room for you.” He offered. “I will give you time you need.”

Anna “No, please stay, we are late and I won’t be a minute . . .” After a brief hesitation, he entered the room. It was somewhat similar to his in size, but decorated differently. She suggested a couch and he sat down while she went back to the bathroom.”

“There is a bar in the corner, if you want to fix yourself a drink,” she yelled from the bath. “Can I make you something” he queried? She answered not yet, so he made himself a gin and tonic. He went to the cabinet next to the bar and opened it, looking for a stirrer and saw the contents of sexual paraphernalia: condoms, lube, movies, magazines, books, leather and metal implements of pleasure of every shape and size. He quickly closed the door and jogged to his seat, leaning back, trying to look casual.

He wondered whether these things were Anna’s or whether each room was stocked with them. He regretted not searching everything in his room now. However, if the items did not come with the room, Anna was not the proper person he thought she was!

 

[HippieChick]

Twinkle Toes Sammy

The elevator passed up to the fourteenth floor uneventfully, and from there, it was a simple matter of finding his room. It really was a nice place. The bed was positively enormous, and whoever had designed the place certainly had a thing for mirrors. There was a panel on the wall with a vast array of buttons, switches, and dials. After some experimentation, he found he was able to control the intensity of every light in the room as well as some more interesting features. There were curtains that could be pulled accross the mirrors, windows, and even the television. The only control he couldn't figure out was a little switch labelled "Privacy." It started in the on position, and didn't seem to do anything when he turned it off. He flipped it back and forth a bit and left it off when he went to check out the television.

He tossed his hat onto a bed post and settled down amongst the many pillows on the bed. Picking up the remote, from the nightstand, he turned on the set. There were a whole lot of options to choose from on the main menu, including your standard channels, internet access, and movies you could order, both adult and otherwise. There seemed to be a lot of the former.

Sammy began channel-hopping. Unlike most hotels he'd stayed at, there were an awful lot of channels. He really didn't expect to be spending much time watching television, but he wanted to see what was there. Passing a channel, he noticed a bit more than a hint of flesh, and he went back to see what it was. It was an adult film, right there amongst the regular channels.

The sight of the young woman's body on the screen as she was slowly removing her cheerleader uniform for the heavily muscled and tanned guy that stayed mostly off-screen, had its effect on Sammy's body. To relieve the pressure of his increasing erection, he unbuckled his pants and pulled down the zipper. He pulled out his penis and began running his fingers up and down his shaft.

After about a half an hour of the hot, but rather boring show, he went back to the menu. That was when he noticed a feature labelled Executive Voyeur Service. He selected the option and was asked for a four-digit channel. Randomly, he typed in 2362 and was informed that he was out of range. He then chose 1129 and a blank screen appeared with the words "Privacy Enabled" plastered accross the center. Pressing the up button to go to 1130, he was greeted with the same screen.

Not understanding what was going on, he began flipping through these odd channels, each time getting the same message. Then, at around 1207, he saw something different. Flipping back to that channel, he was greeted with an array of different images of a hotel room, much like the one he was currently in. He was able to choose one of the pictures using the arrow buttons on the remote. When he pressed "ENTER", the image blew up to fill the whole screen. That's when he realized it wasn't a still image, but rather video of a room in which nothing was happening.

It took him only a moment to realize what was going on. Nervously, he entered in 1455 and was greeted with another array of pictures. There was a man sitting on the bed in one of the pictures, so he chose that image. The man was sitting on his bed, with his remote in hand, and his penis, slowly losing rigidity hanging out of his pants. And, of course, the man was Sammy.

Quickly, Sammy stuffed himself back into his pants and zipped up. He walked over to the panel and flipped the privacy switch back on. The television when blank and the words "Privacy Enabled" appeared on the screen again. He took a deep breath and wondered if anyone had been watching him.

 

[Merelan]

OOC Hahahaha...................

IC Ms Delaney

He had shown us to the masseur who had gotten his assistant and then gone on to his other guests. Leaving Kim and I alone with them. We were directed to go in the smaller rooms and undress to our level of comfort. There would be shorts and tanks on the shelf if that was what we so chose. I was not shy and comletely ndresses, simply wrapping one of the sinfully rich and thick towels around me. Then returned to the room.
"Does Ms. Delaney want room privacy or total, or shall she and her friend share?" Oh. I wasn't sure. Not knowing Kim.
"To me it doesn't matter, but you shall have to ask her. Her name is Kim. I didn't catch her last name."
"You are not together?" My only response was one reaised eyebrow. he backed away, knowing he had gotten too personal. I lay face down on the table and let the towel drop. Closing my eyes as he walked around me. Then wondered how he knew my name, and not hers.

 

[missla]

Kim

Ms. Delaney and I got the massage room and began to prepare. There were outfits to wear if we wanted, but I had nothing to hide, so I completely undressed and wrapped a towel around myself. She was already there, also wrapped in a towel. The man asked her if she wanted a private room, or would we be together. She looked at me as she said it didn't matter - I shrugged "OK with me to share."

As I climbed on the table, my towel dropped from my body as I lay on my stomach, the cool air feeling great on my body. I glanced over at Ms. Delaney, who had done the same, the back of her body now exposed the same as mine. We waited...

 

[MissTaken]

Anna

...dresses quickly. She choses a comfortable, yet elegant sleeveless dress. She is breathless with her efforts and the anticipation of spending time with the somewhat ordinary, but very extraordinary man in her sitting room.

The dress slides across her curves as she hurried into the room.

"I am ready."

She walks into the sitting room to find Juan watching television. In an effort to make conversation, she asks Juan what he is watching.

"I am not sure. But I think....", Juan replies.

Anna was astounded to see the somewhat familiar image on television, touching his cock while watching tv. Then, suddenly the image was gone.

"Wasn't that the Sammie?" she askes.

Juan grinned and nodded. He then, proceed to show her the privacy options.

She giggled like a school girl as they left the room.

 

[Merelan]

The two men who came in were silent. One to my table and one to hers. Only speaking to ask if we had a preferance as to style.
"I just need a quick rub down. But i have a knot right above my right shoulder blade. And oils, I prefer vanilla please. Lightly scented." Giving my orders curtly, as usual.

 

[missla]

Kim

I looked over at her as the masseurs came in. As tough as she talked, I would be willing to bet that she was not near that tough when she relaxed. Her eyes were closed as the masseur ran his hands over her body. My own masseur's hands felt wonderful as they worked their magic on my body.

I continued watching her, her eyes closed, just the hint of a smile as I knew she was enjoying the massage. She had a fantastic body - why she hid it under those stuffy business clothes was beyond me - she really looked great.

I found myself getting a bit warmer from all the movements on my body, and watching Ms. Delaney receive hers as well...

 

[Merelan]

Once relaxed my mind opened a bit. Yes, maybe I had needed this. But any thought of the way "this" had happened infuriated me all over again. My masseur stepped back, wiping his hands on a towel.
"I have done what I can Ms. Delaney. But I have failed. Might I recommend a shower, dinner and maybe then try again. Though I did get the knot out."

I nodded, knowing it wasn't him, but not admitting it. "Yes, that would be fine."
Sliding down off the table and into the towel he held open for me.

"Could you have someone show me to my suite." My brisk tone back. But my gaze wandering over to Kim. She looked so gentle and relaxed. When was the last time I had truly relaxed.

 

[missla]

Kim

Our massages were done all too quickly, and I watched as Ms. Delaney stood and wrapped a new towel around her. As I watched I noticed that she had a great body, and I wondered why she hid under her stuffy professional attire. As she turned to look toward me, I got up from the table as well, and stood and stretched, before taking the towel and wrapping it around myself. She smiled at me - I think she was beginning to open up - and I thought I should continue the friendliness.

"Now that's the way to start a vacation - a massage to loosen us and relax us." Looking over to her I asked "I would love to have a cocktail - would you like to join me?"

 

[Merelan]

Ms.Delaney

"I need to shower and dress for dinner. It is served?" asking it of the masseuse. he quietly replied 7 as he continued cleaning up his towels and bench.
"So why don't we meet at say, 6:30 at the bar for a drink." Keeping my voice cool and schooled. I didn't want to appear too friendly but didn't want to be alone. It dawned on me I had never had a female friend. Just someone to have a drink with, talk with. I wonder what they discussed? Women. All I knew was work and the small talk that went with business functions.

 

[HippieChick]

I hate to hit everyone with this so unexpectedly, but I have discovered that SRP takes up way too damn much of my time. Too much time that I need to use for other things in my life. I sincerely apologize for not giving advance notice. You may write my character out of the story or give the character to anyone who wants it. I've enjoyed writing with all of you, but it's a bit too much work for me. Thank you all, and again, sorry.