The Outlook

[Annisthyrienne]

Looks like I get the sand in my bum then.

I slip my dress on over my head and stand up, brushing the sand out of intimate and still tender places that sand should not ought to be in. (That's one clam that's not interested in making a pearl!) Grinning at the thoughts in my own head, I head for the steps to the balcony, passing near the two women. I think to offer to bring them drinks, but I can see they are busy. With a smile, I leave them to their fun and head up the stairs.

 

[Britwitch]

You have a choice baby doll. Either you remove your bothersome garments or I will.

A shiver at her smile.

Either way, you end up nude, on my lap, thighs open and waiting. Your choice.

A blush. Knowing others are or were around, unsure if they are watching, not sure whether I care or whether the fact that they might be makes this all so much more intense.

Rising off Luna's lap, thin straps are pulled from shoulders and black fabric slides down to pool around ankles. Revealing pale skin, narrow waist and rounded hips.

The witch settles back upon her lap, thighs parted as instructed, eyes bright. Cheeks pinked.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Such a lovely lil blush.

Mouth dips, catching her lips in a slow thorough kiss. Hand begins a new journey, from throat to breast, from breast to belly, from belly to sweet, moist , pinkness. Strokes. Once and again.

Breaking the kiss, mouth glides downward over throat and collar bone. The other hand returns to pretty hair and tugs. She arches up and it is the easiest thing in the world to taste lightly freckled breast flesh.

The other hand strokes, thumb circling a hard nubbin that begs for contact.

 

[Britwitch]

Such a lovely lil blush.

The colour intensifies at her words and the witch returns the kiss eagerly.
Kisses interrupted by a quiet squeak, then another, as a hand trails down her body and finds it's target between her thighs.

A deep groan as hair is pulled, a silent instruction that is obeyed just as wordlessly. Back arches and breasts are offered.

Torn between focusing on the mouth on her breast and the movement of fingers against her hungry, needy sex. Hips rocking ever so slightly against her thumb. Quiet sounds of pleasure and frustration mingling as the witch longs to touch and taste but must, for now, be content to be played with, toyed with, however is desired...and the witch knows she will love every torturous moment.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Two fingers slip inside hot, tight confines and begin a steady in and out, one that counters the tickling slide of thumb over clitoris.

Mouth moves to the deep valley between luscious breasts and bites down, leaving teeth imprinted on pale flesh. Tongue sweeps out, tasting , soothing. A moment before full lips move to the other breast and suck rose colored nipple into warmth.

In and out. Circling. Again.

 

[Britwitch]

The witch's next sound is wanton and nothing else. Somewhere between a groan and a growl as her tightness is invaded. Hips moving instantly trying to lengthen, to deepen, the contact, the pressure inside her body.

A yelp as teeth catch on flesh then another moaned noise as nipple is enveloped with wet warmth. Her hands rise to rest on shoulders, as much to keep herself upright as to touch the woman making her feel the things she is feeling.

Hips rocking shamelessly against her palm, grinding as lips part to let a steady stream of whimpered 'thank you's fall from between them

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Such a greedy Witchling.

Dark, secret laughter as a third finger slips inside. I change the angle of my hand so that the palm rides her clit with each inward stroke.

Now kisses. Slow. Seductive. Hungry. Teeth and tongue and full lips working in concert, swallowing her whispers and moans. My hand had released her hair, curving round her to pull her closer. It slid between her arm and side, fingers plucking a hard nipple.

So tight, pretty one. So wet. What do you need, hmm?

 

[Britwitch]

She is right. The witch is greedy but only because of who she is with.

...I want so many things...to do so many things...to have so many things done...

The witch's words are feverish and breathy, voice slightly shaking from the symphony of sensations her hands are creating.

But...sadly, very sadly...I must leave for now...

Her voice now is nothing short of bereft.

...I want nothing more to stay here but I cannot...but I promise, I promise to come to your Den soon and we can either continue where we left off or...

Her cheeks burn a little brighter

...if you so desire, I can atone for leaving you in such a way...

Arms curl around her neck, kissing her hungrily, trying to convey just how much she wishes she didn't have to leave.

But the RW is hard to ignore in times like these and with a whispered sigh and a flex around thrusting fingers, the witch disappears into the ether.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A soft sigh as the Witchling leaves me to tend to real world things. I know she will find me when she can and so I relax, a soft smile playing over my lips.

And for now, being alone and quiet...is good.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*Walks up the back stairs to the Outlook, heading straight for the bar; sets out a glass, reconsiders and simply swipes a bottle of whiskey from under the bartop; several deep drinks before slumping heavily into a recliner facing the railings, followed by more swigs after settling into the seat. A heavy sigh echoes into the assault of the waves against the shore, fading quickly*

 

[dragonrazor]

*An Italian Chicken sandwich slides down the counter to FS*

 

[fr33ks33k]

*Spots Dragon's offering from the corner of occupied eyes; gestures for one of the waitstaff to keep it warm for him. Whiskey's the only meal he wants at the moment*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

*slips up to the deck of the Outlook and sees fr33k drowning himself in whiskey. Debates saying hello and bitchin about not getting to see his afro...but decides to let it go. Strong legs carry me close enough to brush soft lips over his cheek before I retreat to another corner*

 

[fr33ks33k]

*Another movement to his periphery, his bottle momentarily forgotten. Her lips graze his cheek and as he turns he sees Luna retreating to a corner. He smiles at her retreating form, finding his voice a little louder than usual thanks to his liquid lunch*

Hello Luna. How are you? You don't have to sit so far away, you know...

*Contemplates his bottle, the amber fluid rolling easily inside, much like the waves below. He decides to set it down for now, but to keep it close, should the need arise again*

 

[princesssexci]

*An Italian Chicken sandwich slides down the counter to FS*

Oh oh! That sounds yummyyy I want some. <3

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

*A slow sweet smile as fr33k`s words hit my ears*

Just thought you needed some QT with your friend and didn`t wanna intrude.

*stands up and moves to a closer seat. Leaning over, my hand touches his knee and glides up to his thigh before returning to my lap*

I get that way too...

 

[fr33ks33k]

*Her gentle touch is much welcomed, and he smiles as she settles into her new seat*

Yeah...just one of those days. Oh, and I'll send you a link to my pic. I just didn't want to leave it up too long.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

*My voice is quiet, husky and my eyes glow with pleasure*

cool~i just wanna see if you look like i think you do. My own ethnic background is varied too. And one of my fave cyberpunk sci fi novels SNOW CRASH has a half black half japanese main character. And i wanted to MOLEST him.

*laughter*

ETA~ i wanna braid your hair and french kiss your dimple *nods*

 

[dragonrazor]

Oh oh! That sounds yummyyy I want some. <3

Tis. It's one of BK's new sandwiches.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*My voice is quiet, husky and my eyes glow with pleasure*

cool~i just wanna see if you look like i think you do. My own ethnic background is varied too. And one of my fave cyberpunk sci fi novels SNOW CRASH has a half black half japanese main character. And i wanted to MOLEST him.

*laughter*

ETA~ i wanna braid your hair and french kiss your dimple *nods*

Who's the author of Snow Crash? I like cyberpunk, so I might want to find it and read it.

*A bit of laughter at the mention of molestation*

I'm sure it might start that way, but it wouldn't end with much protestation...

Heh, I've had my hair braided. I don't like it...not my style. French kiss my dimple eh? That would be interesting...*grins*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Who's the author of Snow Crash? I like cyberpunk, so I might want to find it and read it.

*A bit of laughter at the mention of molestation*

I'm sure it might start that way, but it wouldn't end with much protestation...

Heh, I've had my hair braided. I don't like it...not my style. French kiss my dimple eh? That would be interesting...*grins*

Neal Stephenson. He also wrote THE DIAMOND AGE. (awesome book which I loved containing some cool idea on nanotech.)

And I love your hair, all curly and shit but the dimple? *husky sigh* definite french kiss waiting to happen.

I used to be a splatter punk fanatic but those books are GORY! There is another really good writer Kathleen Goonan? She did a series based on nano and jazz. Too friggin cool.

 

[Veroe]

I've come to spend the evening on the outer deck and watch the sunset over the ocean.

 

[fr33ks33k]

Neal Stephenson. He also wrote THE DIAMOND AGE. (awesome book which I loved containing some cool idea on nanotech.)

And I love your hair, all curly and shit but the dimple? *husky sigh* definite french kiss waiting to happen.

I used to be a splatter punk fanatic but those books are GORY! There is another really good writer Kathleen Goonan? She did a series based on nano and jazz. Too friggin cool.

*Makes a note of the authors to research later, continuing to grin; perhaps even wider at the husky sigh she makes*

There's a series of books by Peter F. Hamilton that are pretty cool. The Greg Mandel Trilogy (Mindstar Rising, A Quantum Murder, The Nano Flower) is the one I've read. I need to read the Night's Dawn Trilogy...

*Makes another note, looking up from it to wave a greeting to Veroe*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

*standing up, stretching, yawning*

Why do you always show up when i have to go to bed? *laughter as I leave for the real world*

 

[xOxCherryxOx]

Peeks in with a whisper and impish grin

Told you your dimples were amazing Fr33k.