The Outlook

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*Another day for introspection has found him heading to the rocks at the edge of the Outlook. Dark green swim trunks are his only attire, bare feet leaving prominent prints in the sands. The trail moves to the largest of the outcroppings, disappearing where the crags overtake the beach.

He settles down at the very edge, legs folded beneath him, hands palm-up on his knees. There is a light drizzle spritzing his figure, and his eyes are closed. The saline scent of the waves fills his nostrils, and he smiles broadly as relaxation takes hold of his mind*
 
She chuckled, "Are you trying to avoid answering that same question?" Her eyes sparkled with amusement, but she nodded and gazed back out to sea, "I'm well enough."
 
"I whispered to you of my problem earlier." I say softly.

She sighed, laying her fingertips on his arm gently, "Did you? I must have missed it. I'm sorry, Glad." She pressed her fingers into his arm lightly, "What do you say we go up to the Outlook and get a drink? Maybe there will be others there that can help you forget for awhile."
 
*Another day for introspection has found him heading to the rocks at the edge of the Outlook. Dark green swim trunks are his only attire, bare feet leaving prominent prints in the sands. The trail moves to the largest of the outcroppings, disappearing where the crags overtake the beach.

He settles down at the very edge, legs folded beneath him, hands palm-up on his knees. There is a light drizzle spritzing his figure, and his eyes are closed. The saline scent of the waves fills his nostrils, and he smiles broadly as relaxation takes hold of his mind*

From where they sat, her eyes caught the movement of someone below. She watched him idly while chatting with Glad. Someone else who found the surroundings relaxing.
 
*The symphonic sounds of the area are quite enthralling, and after a time he opens his eyes to further his immersion. The tide is high this evening. He stands slowly, joints bemoaning holding his previous position for so long. Stretching, he positions himself to dive into the chill waters below. Before doing so, he opts for a less graceful entry. Jumping high and tucking his legs against himself, he cannonballs into the water, sending a surge of spray in all directions, quickly lost in the ebb and flow of the rushing waters. He breaks surface a few yards away from the outcropping, treading water and reveling in the frigid temperature against the warmth of his core*
 
Returning to the Outlook, mostly rested, very relaxed. I feel completely at ease and in need of a drink. Soft footsteps, barely heard, take me to the deck and I wave at the other denizens as I settle myself at the bar.

"I would like a sloe screw please. Light vodka, heavy sloe gin, light OJ."

I turn around and allow my eyes to land where they may.
 
boucing in to the view of everyone, Zy tries to quietly steal Dragon's nachos...
 
Returning to the Outlook, mostly rested, very relaxed. I feel completely at ease and in need of a drink. Soft footsteps, barely heard, take me to the deck and I wave at the other denizens as I settle myself at the bar.

"I would like a sloe screw please. Light vodka, heavy sloe gin, light OJ."

I turn around and allow my eyes to land where they may.

I wouldn't mind giving a slow screw...er << >>
 
I wouldn't mind giving a slow screw...er << >>

*grins*

I found our thread. Worked on an opening post for her but it won`t be up until tomorrow night. Will be so happy when I get back to a normal friggin schedule. (my boss says the end of the week)
 
*grins*

I found our thread. Worked on an opening post for her but it won`t be up until tomorrow night. Will be so happy when I get back to a normal friggin schedule. (my boss says the end of the week)

Heh heh. I highly recommend the Secret Plot and Secret Plot Deep mangas btw. In fact, I'm seriously considering rereading them.
 
following my favorite waitress to my table...making sure she can feel my eyes on her pretty, soft, ass
 
Teleports in the Lookout.

4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42. I mutter to myself, then looks around at everyone.

Oh, ave everyone.

Walks over to a couch and sits down on it.
 
She snuck in earlier...thought you saw her.

Eyes focus on Vail as she enters. She looks lovely~like soft, wet sex. My lips quirk upward and I give a wave from my spot by the bar.

sandal dangling from toes...feeling soft...wet...scented...though sex remained to be seen
 
sandal dangling from toes...feeling soft...wet...scented...though sex remained to be seen

eyes gaze at dangling sandal and the perfect arch of a mostly nude foot. Mouth opens slightly, tongue tip touching bottom lip. Picking up my drink, I take a swallow, eyes never leaving that perfect foot.
 
bouncing ever so slowly...a perfect rhythm...broken only by the sound of the sandal dropping quietly to the floor
 
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