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(OOC: This thread is a sexually explicit thread involving 2 characters from a far less sexually explicit story called "The Island", which is being written in the Online Role Play forum. My writing partner and I are writing it here separate from the other thread so that the other characters can continue their story without waiting.)
OOC: This first post is the reposting of the post from the other thread that leads to this thread and, thus, this post. (Were you able to follow that?)
Lenny Carmichael
36-year-old American Ex-Pat; now Australian Citizen
Former Professional Rugby player (Australia/New Zealand)
Outdoorsman, Big Game Hunter, etc.
The pig had been roasting over the fire since early afternoon. Lenny would have preferred that the beast be ready to eat for dinner, but he hadn't killed it earlier enough in the day. Instead of building his normal fire to produce an extremely high-temperature bed of coals, Lenny built a smaller one that would have the meat ready for consumption as the sun and camp both rose.
"Hey," a female voice sounded from nearby.
Lenny looked up to find a beautiful woman in a sexy summer dress approaching from the opposite side of the fire. It took a moment for him to recognize her as the farmer lady who'd talked earlier in the day about feeding the camp long term. He couldn't help but ogle her and smile both.
She must have understood his surprise at her very different appearance, smiling and responding, "Different. Yeah, I know."
"Different," he confirmed, adding, "but nice ... very nice. You should dress that way more often."
"Candice," she introduced.
"Yes, I remember," he said. Who could forget? he thought to himself.
Before he could speak his own name, she asked, "You're Lenny...? Or is it Leonard?"
"For you, Lenny," he told her, his tone intentionally flirtatious. She smiled to him, causing him to do the same. He glanced around, finding no one accompanying her. He asked, "Out for a stroll ... or ... looking for company?"
He was, of course, hoping for the latter option. Her response was only another wide smile. She called the pig and pig impressive, then joked about the nickname he'd gained, the Great White Hunter. He agreed with her about the racial inappropriateness of the phrase, saying, "I'd be concerned about it if I was commanding a horde of African porters to pack around my rifles, khakis, and bottles of Port."
She chuckled, which led Lenny to do the same. Candice went quiet for a moment, and even in the relative darkness, he thought he could see her face darken with a blush. To Lenny, Candice seemed uncomfortable with the flirting taking place between them. He wondered -- and rightfully so, it was -- if maybe flirting wasn't second nature to her.
They talked about the pit, the pig, and the delay of eating it. About the carcass, Lenny said, "It isn't the biggest of pigs, but it'll feed all of us breakfast and lunch. I mean, it probably won't be as much as some people will want ... there won't be any seconds, depending on how many pork enthusiasts we have ... but as Greg said earlier, we're all gonna have to get used to smaller and potentially fewer meals."
They chatted a bit more until Candice started talking about calling it a night. "Others are sleeping, too. I wouldn't want to keep them up ... you know ... talking. Probably better to go to bed."
"You could come to my bed," Lenny said boldly. He nodded toward the woods and the corner of the camp opposite of the trail down which he'd seen that Flight Attendant sneak a few minutes earlier. "I have my own tent. Not one of those tents--" He looked toward the expanse of identical, military-styler tents. He explained, "I used one of the parachutes to construct my own tent ... just a bit inside the forest. I prefer not to be out in the open for a variety of reasons."
OOC: This first post is the reposting of the post from the other thread that leads to this thread and, thus, this post. (Were you able to follow that?)
Lenny Carmichael
36-year-old American Ex-Pat; now Australian Citizen
Former Professional Rugby player (Australia/New Zealand)
Outdoorsman, Big Game Hunter, etc.
The pig had been roasting over the fire since early afternoon. Lenny would have preferred that the beast be ready to eat for dinner, but he hadn't killed it earlier enough in the day. Instead of building his normal fire to produce an extremely high-temperature bed of coals, Lenny built a smaller one that would have the meat ready for consumption as the sun and camp both rose.
"Hey," a female voice sounded from nearby.
Lenny looked up to find a beautiful woman in a sexy summer dress approaching from the opposite side of the fire. It took a moment for him to recognize her as the farmer lady who'd talked earlier in the day about feeding the camp long term. He couldn't help but ogle her and smile both.
She must have understood his surprise at her very different appearance, smiling and responding, "Different. Yeah, I know."
"Different," he confirmed, adding, "but nice ... very nice. You should dress that way more often."
"Candice," she introduced.
"Yes, I remember," he said. Who could forget? he thought to himself.
Before he could speak his own name, she asked, "You're Lenny...? Or is it Leonard?"
"For you, Lenny," he told her, his tone intentionally flirtatious. She smiled to him, causing him to do the same. He glanced around, finding no one accompanying her. He asked, "Out for a stroll ... or ... looking for company?"
He was, of course, hoping for the latter option. Her response was only another wide smile. She called the pig and pig impressive, then joked about the nickname he'd gained, the Great White Hunter. He agreed with her about the racial inappropriateness of the phrase, saying, "I'd be concerned about it if I was commanding a horde of African porters to pack around my rifles, khakis, and bottles of Port."
She chuckled, which led Lenny to do the same. Candice went quiet for a moment, and even in the relative darkness, he thought he could see her face darken with a blush. To Lenny, Candice seemed uncomfortable with the flirting taking place between them. He wondered -- and rightfully so, it was -- if maybe flirting wasn't second nature to her.
They talked about the pit, the pig, and the delay of eating it. About the carcass, Lenny said, "It isn't the biggest of pigs, but it'll feed all of us breakfast and lunch. I mean, it probably won't be as much as some people will want ... there won't be any seconds, depending on how many pork enthusiasts we have ... but as Greg said earlier, we're all gonna have to get used to smaller and potentially fewer meals."
They chatted a bit more until Candice started talking about calling it a night. "Others are sleeping, too. I wouldn't want to keep them up ... you know ... talking. Probably better to go to bed."
"You could come to my bed," Lenny said boldly. He nodded toward the woods and the corner of the camp opposite of the trail down which he'd seen that Flight Attendant sneak a few minutes earlier. "I have my own tent. Not one of those tents--" He looked toward the expanse of identical, military-styler tents. He explained, "I used one of the parachutes to construct my own tent ... just a bit inside the forest. I prefer not to be out in the open for a variety of reasons."