International Cake Fight-Spring Break! (OPEN)

International Cake Fight-Spring Break! (OPEN TO ALL~)

Hello and welcome to the first annual International Cake Fight, hosted here on the beautiful beaches of Hawaii for the beginning of Spring Break. As young college graduates from around the world travel to take part in the competition, one has to wonder...who will win their cake, and eat it too?~

https://youtu.be/vWaRiD5ym74

The crowd has gathered around the center stage as a large crowd of young college grads gather to the beach where a giant building sized slice of cake sits on a plastic mat in the sand. The teams take to their sides, and as the flag waves, each person runs to the delectable sweet treat and begins to fling huge chunks at the opposing team.

The competition has begun. Will team gold, or team blue win? The crowds cheers, but the winner won't be decided until the last man standing~

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Not everyone has come to participate in the competition. Many of the college graduates have just come to enjoy the show, drink, party, and maybe get lucky. Which one are you?



[Link to the ooc: http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1518552]

Enter Natallie: A twenty year old college student fresh out of the dorms and looking to check off a few items on her bucket-list before the next semester starts. She stands a little taller than most girls in her class, coming in at five foot and seven inches. Her body is lean and athletic while also sporting some nice baby making hips and luscious thirty eight C cup sized breasts. Her natural light brown hair is tied up in a tight pony tail for the event, but it doesn't detract from her strong facial features and hazel eyes. She sports a pale white bikini with a strip of cloth flowers connecting the front two pieces. Her skin is naturally tanned from years of skinny dipping and sun bathing, and just above her ass, written in light rainbow ink, she wears a tattoo that reads: "A Party You're Not Invited To~

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Natallie stood at the line drawn in the sand for her team. She was on Team Gold, and while a part of her wanted to be in it to win it, she was really just here for the cake. She had a horrible sweet tooth after a night of partying and getting very little sleep, and she had the feeling that a delicious cake would help her cure that hangover.

She looks around the crowd, eyeing a couple hotties, but mostly just waiting for that flag to drop.

"Come on, come on..." She whispered.

Two more seconds passed in tense silence, and then it happened. The flag dropped, the crowd roared, and she was racing forward along with everyone else to get her hands on that sweet treat.

Will had been to a few Spring Break festivities back in the states but being his senior year
he had splurged and flown to Hawaii for five days. The afternoon had been generously warm
and Will spent only ten minutes in the hotel pool then elected to avoid the sun until after dinner.
At 6-1 and 180 pounds, Will had intentions of attempting surfing during the week. For tonight
he only needed to walk the beach wearing a tee shirt and swim shorts and watch that fabled Hawaiian sunset.

Only few hundred yards into the walk, he discovered a group destined to do a some kind of cake
fight. They were assembling two teams forty yards apart with some tables filled with sheet
cakes in the middle. Will filled in on the second row of the Blue team. There were some twenty
others, some singles and a few couples, mostly wearing beach apparel. The group had no
apparent leader as the rules were explained and then a "starter" with a 4-foot flag took a
position near the table. Will planned to hang back until he got a clear sense of how this was to
be played. The flag dropped and his group rushed forward.

The idea must have been somewhat familiar as both groups were quickly tossing handfuls
of cake and the raucous laughter filled the evening twilight. Ducking was nearly impossible.
The sheet cakes were quickly vanquished. Several girls on the Blue team were the favored
targets. They seemed happy although their $100 bikinis looked to be needing a dry-cleaning.
Two of the girls had very large racks.

Gradually, both teams became intermingled and the cake tins were empty.

Drobabes said:

Enter Natallie: A twenty year old college student fresh out of the dorms and looking to check off a few items on her bucket-list before the next semester starts. She stands a little taller than most girls in her class, coming in at five foot and seven inches. Her body is lean and athletic while also sporting some nice baby making hips and luscious thirty eight C cup sized breasts. Her natural light brown hair is tied up in a tight pony tail for the event, but it doesn't detract from her strong facial features and hazel eyes. She sports a pale white bikini with a strip of cloth flowers connecting the front two pieces. Her skin is naturally tanned from years of skinny dipping and sun bathing, and just above her ass, written in light rainbow ink, she wears a tattoo that reads: "A Party You're Not Invited To~

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Natallie stood at the line drawn in the sand for her team. She was on Team Gold, and while a part of her wanted to be in it to win it, she was really just here for the cake. She had a horrible sweet tooth after a night of partying and getting very little sleep, and she had the feeling that a delicious cake would help her cure that hangover.

She looks around the crowd, eyeing a couple hotties, but mostly just waiting for that flag to drop.

"Come on, come on..." She whispered.

Two more seconds passed in tense silence, and then it happened. The flag dropped, the crowd roared, and she was racing forward along with everyone else to get her hands on that sweet treat.

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wow glad i got a nap in
a lot of these people look seriously hung over .this crazy race thing should be entertaining.
[sipping beer with my friends] hey man check out the hottie in the white bikini.
to bad this isn't a marathon i could watch her run all day and night.

Natallie had been hanging back for the most part, taking advantage of the free cake and enjoying giving the crowd some teasing poses as she occasionally flung some frosting at an opposing blue team player.

She was enjoying a particularly tasty vanilla cake chunk when her eyes landed on Will. He was a real cuty, a mega hunk with a surfer bod if she had ever seen one, and she wondered if she could catch his eye.

Using some of her team members as cover, she makes her way closer to where he was flinging his own portion of the cake. When he is looking the opposite way from her, she lifts the huge chunk in her hand, and using every sports skill she had gained over the last two years, lands it just below his face and on his broad chest.

She giggles at the shocked look that crosses his face, and as he looks over to her, she strikes a pose with one hand on her hip and bent over just slightly to put her breasts on full display for him. She licks the frosting from her fingers slowly, then smiles and winks.

He might shoot her down, and she wouldn't have hurt feelings if he did, but she would never know if she never asked. Or in this case, casually flirted.

The chaotic scene made very little sense as some attempted to clean up by wading in the surf.
Will kept a close eye on several girls that appeared to be unattached. Gradually the group
began to restore odder and conversations broke out.

[OOC, don't mind me here, can't figure out how to delete posts lol]

watch my beer guys im going jn

walking into the surf i go for a quick dip and pop back up
trying to catch the eye of miss white bikini

Well, Natalie thought, after her attempt at flirting had failed.

I might as well get this cake off me.

She makes her way to the beach with the others and dives in. After a few powerful strokes, she comes back up for air and wipes the water from her eyes. When she can see again, she notices someone looking at her.

She gives him a playful little grin and lifts her hand up, giving him a 'come hither' motion with her fingers. Once he gets close enough, she greets him

"Hey hot stuff. Did you enjoy the show?"

She smiles at him warmly, giving his body a once over.

Drobabes said:

Well, Natalie thought, after her attempt at flirting had failed.

I might as well get this cake off me.

She makes her way to the beach with the others and dives in. After a few powerful strokes, she comes back up for air and wipes the water from her eyes. When she can see again, she notices someone looking at her.

She gives him a playful little grin and lifts her hand up, giving him a 'come hither' motion with her fingers. Once he gets close enough, she greets him

"Hey hot stuff. Did you enjoy the show?"

She smiles at him warmly, giving his body a once over.

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i did indeed
i normally don't have a craving for cake
but i think i am developing a taste for it now

"Oh is that so?"

She swims a little closer to him.

"It is sweet stuff. Not everyone can handle sweet little treats."

Her smile turns coy as she reaches up to remove the band that was holding her hair up, wrapping it around her wrist and letting her long hair cascade into the water.

"So what brings you to Hawaii?"

little unexpected vacation
my team ran headlong into the hottest goaltender on the planet and his very talented friends
so instead of invite to the frozen four
i get to play beach bum and babysit my parents house out here

[ooc: tried to describe your character correctly with the info you gave me, yaturtle. If I missed anything, let me know and I'll edit my post]

Natalie listened intently as he spoke, taking the opportunity to check out his face under the guise of making eye contact. His eyes were as blue as the sky they swam under, and though she didn't usually care for mustaches on men, his seemed to fit him. It complemented his long brown hair and the small scar across the bridge of his nose.

"Your team? Who do you play for hunny?"

She kept her body afloat easily, the salty waters warm against her skin and easing some of the ache of the hangover. The man's voice wasn't too bad itself, either.

"I'm Natalie by the way; I don't think I caught your name?"

that's because i never told you
the names bob
i play for the screaming eagles up in Boston
please don't tease me about my accent
[winking ] i am a very sensitive guy.
[pausing ]
any chance i can take you to dinner
[winks again] remember i've got feelings

"It's a pleasure to meet you Bob."

She pulled a hand from the water and offered it to him warmly, her slender fingers shaking his gently. At the mention of his accent, she gave him a fake hurt expression.

"I would never make fun of someone's accent. I actually find them quite endearing."

"any chance i can take you to dinner"

She couldn't help but let loose with a loud laugh, her smile beaming and showing off her perfect teeth.

"You're quite bold, aren't you?"

She swims a little closer to him and looks up at him with another coy smile.

"Alright. I'll let you take me to dinner...if you let me take you to dessert~"

sounds like a deal .. i am really hungry.
we have a few options close to us on the beach
however with the sun setting and this wind direction its going to cool down quick
and with the spring break crowd they will be packed
there are some other nicer places depending on your food preferences
but they mostly have strict dress codes for the evening witch would mean driving home
getting cleaned up and coming back through here to get you so maybe two hours or so before we eat.
or plan c my friends own a very nice Chinese place it's a five minute drive
for witch we are also not dressed. however i can call ahead for take out
and ten more minutes up the mountain is place to eat our food
it comes with a hot shower a warm robe a nice wine selection a full bar a fireplace
a really enthusiastic host. and if your nice to him maybe a foot rub

She listened as he went over their options, trying to watch his face for any signs that he liked a particular place more than the others. Because, after all, he was offering to take her out, possibly paying for the food and drinks as well.

"and if your nice to him maybe a foot rub.."

"Oh yeah? I do enjoy a good rub, but maybe I should warn the host, I'm a little ticklish."

She gives him a little wink before laying on her back in the water for a moment. When she comes back up, she gives him that warm smile once again.

"Well, I should probably go get ready. Us girls like to take a little longer in the shower.

...

My room number is 80, second floor up in the Blue Skies Hotel. I'll see you later this evening?"

Her hand touches his shoulder briefly as she waits for his answer, then she swims to shore, her ass on full display for him as she glides expertly through the water. Once she hits the beach, she gives him one last look over her shoulder and a little wave, then starts walking back to her room.

watching her walk up the beach i know she is giving me a show
and it has its intended affect of an immediate stirring below the belt
i am not a fan of the feisty tattoo but everything else is oh so perfect.
i will have to ask her about that at some point.
oh well just a name and a room number no phone no exact time.
guessing at a minimum of an hour and half
so i head for my land rover and head for home .thinking maybe she filled up on cake but
i need something to hold me over so i wont chew on the table waiting for dinner.
at the house i notice the cleaners have been in.i keep it clean to begin with but they put some nice touches to it everything. folding all the towels and linen perfectly flowers and so on.
i polish off half of a sub sandwich i had left wash it down with some milk and head for the shower.
all cleaned up i pick out a blue polo shirt and old girlfriend got me she said it made my eyes pop.
tan khaki slacks some boat shoes ,gold chain with the cross 'touch of cologne and done.
oops almost forgot reservations for two at the grand volcano now i am set.
as i enter the hotel and head for the desk it's probably to early.
i ask the clerk to sen a message up to room eighty
i will be at the hotel bar whenever she is ready.
the bar is empty except me and two women a redhead and a blonde down the end engaged in conversation.i no sooner get my bourbon on the rocks when the redhead turns around with a smile and pats the stool next to her.she introduces herself as barb an her friend as sandy
they are here for a convention and then asks what brings me to the hotel.and i tell her i am there to pick up my dinner date.she gives me a little frown and shame your busy sandy and i are going out as well.then she reaches into her purse and pulls out a business card and says however we are here for another ten days give us call when your free.i am stunned as i watch them get up and head for the door.

Natalie hit the shower the minute she got into her apartment because she knew that her hair was going to take the longest amount of time. She didn't use a whole lot of make-up, just the basics to highlight the features of her face that she liked-like her eyes, cheeks, and lips.

Once she was showered and had her hair completely dry, she spent a moment brushing it and letting it's natural curves settle, then she tied up in a high pony tail with a soft scrunchie. If things went well, she didn't want her hair snagging on the tie if he decided later that he wanted to let her hair down.

When she was done in the bathroom, she picked out her outfit. She chose some white bakini style cotton underwear that had a tiny little pink bow adorning the front of it, then picked out one of her lacy, white, push-up bras. She wanted her ladies looking good for the gentleman that was so kind and offering to take her out.

When she turned and got a good look in the mirror, she smiled. Her tattoo was just peeking over her underwear, like a little tease, and her breasts popped up through the top of the bra. Perfect.

She didn't want to appear trashy, or desperate, though, so for her outfit she chose a modest summer dress.

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She loved the way the dark green complimented her tan complexion and hazil eyes, and she almost always got compliments on it when she wore it.

She swapped out her white straps that held her bra up for the invisible clear ones so that it wouldn't detract from the piece, then she slipped the dress on and grabbed some black, flat dress shoes with an open toe. She hated having her feet constricted, and while she looked killer in heels, she didn't feel like going through that pain tonight.

A few minutes later she received the message that he was waiting for her at the bar, and she smiled, grabbing her purse. She made sure she had a good amount of cash on her, plus some lady condom, two small tubes of lube, and a little lipstick vibrator-just incase. Her ID and other such items such as mints and deodorant were also in her purse, in a different section, but she wasn't too worried about those. She rarely got carded.

Not wanting to keep him waiting, she quickly made her way to the bar. When she spotted him, he was talking to a couple of gorgeous looking women. Instead of making her way over to them right away, she waits by a table within ear shot and digs around in her purse with her back to them. She was curious how he would react.

Was he a player? Trying to have a little fun on his vacation and keeping multiple women on his call list? She couldn't blame him, he was quite hansom after all. As she listen, she picks up that he politely declined them and a small smile picks the corners of her lips up. So he was a gentleman then.

When the women walk away, she zip up her purse and saunters over to him.

"Good evening hansom. You look even better than the last time I saw you, and I don't think I'm the only one noticing."

Her smile is genuine, and she gives him a little wink after looking over her shoulder at the women who had given him her card.

as barb and sandy exited the front of the hotel a soft voice from behind snapped me out of my trance.i think she said i was handsome. I turned on the bar stool to face her and for the second time
in the last couple of minutes i was happily stunned.I could feel the heat in my face like my mother had caught me reading playboy. no way of knowing how long she had been behind me so i had to just wing it. after what seemed like an eternity i finally managed to say wow...... i guess i wont worry about dressing to casual no one will be looking at me.
we have just enough time to make our reservations .i got up and started to the door with her as i deftly palmed the card and slipped into my pocket.

"wow...... i guess i wont worry about dressing to casual no one will be looking at me."

Natalie gives him a small, pouty frown before speaking.

"Did I over dress? I tried to keep it semi-formal because I'm not used to the restaurants around here."

The grown doesn't stay on her face for very long, though, because she was delighted that he had complimented her choice of outfit.

She follows him as he gets up and heads for the door.

your not overdressed at all your just perfect. i hope you don't mind me holding doors for you
it's one of those old fashion things i was trained from a very early age.turning out on to the road.
we are heading for the garden on the volcano.I hope you are hungry they turn out a variety of great
dinners.

She stepped through the door as he held it open for her.

"You're quite the gentleman aren't you? No, I don't mind at all."

She held his gaze as he spoke and they walked, listening to where he had chosen to take her.

"The Garden On The Volcano. Now doesn't that sound romantic?"

She gave him a playful little smile.

"Oh I'm absolutely starved. The cake was delicious, but bread and sugar doesn't do much to fill you for long."

entering the restaurant we are greeted by several staff members
good evening Mr mac good to see you again.your fireside table is ready.
thank you jack its great to see you as well.he turns an leads us to the back
our table is away from all the other diners in front of huge ornate fireplace
already lit and crackling away .i pull out your chair for you and catch the scent of your shampoo as you sit down.i have the urge to bend and kiss your cheek but just tuck your chair for you and seat myself.
jack asks if we would like a drink

Natalie was a bit overwhelmed by the service and quality of the restaurant, being led to the back and a more private area. She recognized that it was one of the finer things that money could buy. She had expected perhaps maybe just a nice dinner date, nothing too fancy, but this was...wow.

After Bob helped her to be seated, she peeled her eyes away from the beauty of the place and gave him a soft smile before answering the waiter.

"I'll be honest, I've never been to such a fine restaurant. What would you recommend for someone who isn't too familiar with wines? I think I would like to try something new tonight."

Her eyes linger on Bob's gaze as she says this. While she wasn't exactly poor, Natalie wasn't rich either. She was putting her way through college to try and land herself at least a somewhat well paying job so that she could live a life of, if not luxary, than at least comfortable security. Hawaii was her last little treat to herself before she planned on throwing herself into the books and becoming a workaholic for a few years, and she wanted to enjoy each day she was here to the absolute fullest.