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I'd like to start a new thread, spin a little fun sexy tale.

Not sure where I want it to go, guess it depends on who offers to join me on this little adventure. probably an adventure while on vacation alone.
 
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idea removed, forgiveness begged:)
 
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interesting and confusing

is this intended as a starting point if so, your gender is unclear you seem to have laid out Eileen more clearly making me think that is the role you would pursue, which makes it confused to respond as I am not a guy.

you have laid out eileen's personality so much that I would not want to try and walk in her shoes either. the idea has promise and if you are looking for the mysterious stranger i suggest you use the post to start a new thread
 
You are correct, the male character and his writer was vague, I had hoped to play him and write with you. Also I over developed the female in hoping to increase the mysterious aspects of the male, leaving his characters development to follow.
I will refrain from persuing it further and thank you for your critique.Thank You

Garras
 
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OOC:

As Rod Serling would say, "Presented for your consideration..." *s


IC:

I'd worked very hard for this forsaking deep relationships for those more shallow, but at least physically satisifying. Now I'd achieved the goal. Now I was fully retired at the age of 43. I no longer had to fight and slave or skrimp to make this or that investment or buy a piece of property. Now I could reap the fruits of my labors for the rest of my life, a life of very comfortable leisure.

It was my second week on the small neighboring island I'd rented through a travel agent off Tahiti's coast. I could just see Tahiti near the horizon. The power boat let me go there in a few hours if I wished, the Hobie Cat type sailboat in a longer but quieter time and time was no longer all that important to me. Both craft were anchored in the lagoon waiting for their first use.

As my cabin/hut was the only one on the small atoll, I'd decided to not bother with clothing unless the supply boat was do on one of it's weekly trips to restock and bring me fuel for the generator that supplied electricity.

I'd wandered the atoll naked and had explored very inch of it. I'd even found the small cave and tomorrow would pull on jeans and a shirt and, flashlight in hand, would explore it too.

However, today was for snorkling along the reef with a speargun to select the fish to cook for supper tonight. For this I wore a cock and ball sheath thong for I'd been warned that just brushing against the fire coral would be agonizingly painful and I certainly didn't want that happening to my penis as I swam looking at the fish and reef.

There are many who think it's silent under the sea. I'd been one, but nothing is farther from the truth. There are all kinds of sounds, sounds I had no clue who or what made, but it wasn't silent that's for sure.

My dedication to good health and fitness during the 'dog days' of my struggle had paid dividends and been worth the work and frequent muscle aches. Now my 5'11" inch darkly tanned body was well muscled with little body fat. While not a body builder, working out does build and develop muscle none the less and the swimming and running I also did developed my stamina and flexibility.

I'd let my hair grow out and now it was below my shoulders and streamed out behind me as I swam along seeking dinner and enjoying the ever changing sights on the reef.

I was just crossing the sole entrance to the clear as glass azure lagoon when I heard the sound of a motor coming from beyond the reef. The reef must have blocked the sound until I was at the break.

When I turned seaward and moved to an upright position, fins keeping my head above the water, the swells entering the lagoon from the South Pacific pushed me away from the reef farther into the lagoon. As I was lifted on to the crest of a swell I saw ...


*OOC: If you're interested I'll wait to see what I saw beyond the reef.
If not then I'll just watch and read along ... *s
PP
 
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It's interesting to see what a vague and simple opening can bring. replies and pm's promising mystery and magic. but as this reply is here i feel compelled to respond and for those that pmed me i'm willing to start another thread to pursue those ideas that interested me.

now for the post

As a child growing up I had always wondered what lay over the next hill, where I would get to if I just kept driving. Joining the peace core seemed the perfect way to explore the world. Here I was enjoying my first vacation in a long time, on a friends boat, which I had next to no idea how to operate. The open water called to me and I had a radio and locator beacon if I strayed too far. For now I was enjoying the smell of the air off the open water and the murky depths. I had grown tan during my work and it had helped trim my body. I stood on deck hand on the rudder, letting the wind ripple through my hair that had turned red from sun.
 
Thomas Crown:

I saw the sailboat as it tacked toward the lagoon and hoped that the person I could sense more than see was smart enough to drop the sail and motor into the lagoon rather than trust the ever shifting wind as they tried to negotiate the channel.

Laying on my back, I began to kick toward the beach as I watched the sailboat and it's passenger(s) approach.
 
The wind stirred around me and seeing an island ahead, I decide to see if I can maneuver into a safe landing. I trim down the sails and engage the motor. Luckily I have an excellent memory and was able to safely navigate into the lagoon.

I spotted a dock and wondered who had built it. I had checked out my maps and this place was not on it. Evidently I wasn't the first or the last person to find this bit of paradise. I dropped the anchor and went below to get a few things before venturing out onto the island. I snagged my camera, slipped a wrap around my waist, checked out my reflection in the mirror. My purple tank suit fit closely to my curves, and my hazel eyes sparkled. I smiled as I gathered up a small bag of art supplies and grabbed my sketchpad.

I basked in the warmth of the sun before moving closer to the dock. I wondered how I was going to tie off by myself. I shrugged and grabbed the line and jumped to the dock. I tied it off and hoped I'd remember to leave before nightfall.
 
Thomas Crown:

Wading ashore, I watched as the boat motored to the small dock and bumped against it. A figure disappeared below deck as I strolled that way only to reappear again, and now being closer I could see it was a woman. She hopped from the boat to the dock and I lost sight of her behind the rise of the cabin as I grew closer to the dock, speargun over my shoulder kept there my a wrist draped over it.

As I passed the bow of the boat and reached the foot of the dock she stood again and I saw she'd tied off to one of the cleats snugging the boat tighter to the dock than advisable at this time since the tide was coming in.

"Hello. Welcome to paradise," I called out just loud enough to be heard over the lapping of the wavelets and creaking of the dock and boat, "I'd loosen your mooring a bit if I were you. The tides coming in and a bit more slack in your mooring line would be a good idea."

Finished speaking I stood watching, taking in my visitor from head to toe and back again, as I'm sure she was also doing.. especially since I was far more scantily clad than she.
 
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I glance up quickly scanning the obviously masculine figure shaded by greenery and more hidden than visible. I untwine the rope and tie it off again. Paradise sounded really good about now, and he did welcome me, so at least I wasn't intruding. I stepped lively along the dock, enjoying the feel of creaky board under my feet. It brought back memories of fishing off a dock with my dad.

The memory quickly rolled away as I hit land and took in the lush vegetation and beauty of this place. For the moment forgetting about the man who greeted me. I had plenty of light to work with and I finally turned my attention back to the person who had greeted me.

"I hope I'm not intruding, I just couldn't resist the lure of a mysterious island." I smiled creases showing around my eyes, as I kept looking around taking deep breaths.
 
Thomas Crown:

"Not at all. I've been here alone for awhile now so company is very welcome. Especially attractive company," I say with a smile.

"There's plenty of daylight. Care for a tour of this little slice of tropical Paradise?
"Oh, by the way, my name is Thomas Crown and I've rented the island and all it holds so we can wander anywhere you choose without worrying about disturbing anyone. I'm the only one, or was the only one on it until your arrival," I say chuckling.

Then pluck a large bloom that would look good in your hair and hold it out to you. "I've been told the old traditions were; wear it behind the right ear if you're single and available, behind the left ear if you married and unavailable and on top of your head over your forehead if you were married but available anyway," I say with a smile and twinkle in my blue eyes.

If my state of dress, or really undress makes you uncomfortable please tell me and I'll pull on some shorts. The only reason I have on this much is because of the fire coral. Wouldn't want the pain I've been told it causes by merely brushing against it so a degree of protection was called for as I swam. Normally, since I've been here, I don't even wear this much."
 
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I reach out my hand to take the flower and finally introduce myself, "Michaela Callahan," I twirl the flower in my fingers, studying the blossom and wonder what kind of man rents an entire island for himself and then spends his time roaming around naked. I wondered about the fire coral, thinking it would be just as painful if it brushed any other body part. I chuckled inwardly and smiled. "So what if you are single and unavailable?" She joked as she moved closer, thinking about the last time she had a live model.

"Well if you don't mind and have the time, I'd love a tour, otherwise I'll be happy to explore and keep out of your hair."
 
Thomas Crown:

Chuckling in my moderately low voice, "You know that was never mentioned. Since that's the case I'd wager there isn't any wa to wear a flower that way as it was never needed.
"Where first lovely guest, what passes for a mountain top here, the pond by the small water fall or just a stroll?"


"Gods, where are my manners. Have you eaten? Care for a bite to eat first or something to drink perhaps? My cabin is just a short walk that way," I say pointing into the undergrowth.

Glancing up at the sun, "We have about 5 hours until sunset, which I suggest you see from the top of the big hill or small moutain." Eyeing the art supplies, "I think you'll find it very spectacular from up there."
 
Michaela

"I'm fine, and I'd like to see the pool first and then make it up the mountain in time for the sunset." I arrange my camera and snap a few quick shots, dropping the flower into the water in the process. I find myself following him along, eyeing his nice bare ass. I resist the urge to snap a photo and focus on the surroundings snapping a shot here and there. Looking forward to finding a nice spot to sketch for a while.

It was a relief to get some time in a quiet spot far away from tragedy and terror.
 
Thomas Crown:

The stroll along the path is calm and peaceful. Flowers abound, the undergrowth is minimal but is home for many colorful insects and lizards. There are Land Crabs and birds all contributing to the sounds we hear as we walk quietly, neither intruding on the other's head space or privacy.

A detour past the cabin/hut to drop off the spear gun, grab a jug of juice with a touch of Stoli in it from the refrigerator and two large beach towels and we're off again.

As I was picking up things to take along you saw the living room with it's tv, stereo, two boxes of books-several with bookmarks and a two-way radio. All, except the television and vcr/dvd player were plugged in. The plugs for those two lay on the floor under an outlet.

Back outside and along a trail behind the cabin until you can hear the sound of rushing, falling water getting closer and closer. At last we emerge onto a clearing facing a pool of water with a small cascade of water flowing over a ledge about 20 feet above it's surface.

"Well here we are," I say over the sound of the waterfall. "Lovely isn't it? Care for a swim? I'm going to take one to wash off the salt water and get it out of my hair."

As I've been speaking I've tossed the towels onto a nearby rock in the sun so they'll be nice and warm and without thinking strip off the cock and ball sheath and head for the edge of the pool. After jumping up onto a large rock at the edge of the pool, I stand in the sun for a moment and turn toward you and call out, "Well, come on in. The water's wonderful I promise and I won't bite... unless you want me to that is."

Laughing I turn and dive into the crystal clear water and you can see me swimming underwater toward the waterfall.
 
Michaela

I spread out the towel and lay out my art supplies, camera and such. I undo the tie at my waist and let it fall to the towel. I unclip my hair and let the sun touched mahogany strands to fall to my waist. I take off my shoes and head up to the rock and taking a deep breath I dive off into the cool refreshing water.

I break the surface and take a deep breath, treading water as I glance around, seeing Mr. Crown. "I can see why you rented this place. It's fabulous," inwardly I can only imagine what it must be like to want privacy so much that you have to rent it.

"So what do you do Mr. Crown." It didn't seem quite right to call him Thomas yet, I had seen more intimately into his life than anyone in a long time I was sure. "On the other hand, forget I asked. Mystery befits this place." I smooth back my hair and swim to shore, enjoying the feel of the sun on my skin drying me. I used my wrap to wrap up my hair as I picked up my watercolors and began painting.
 
Thomas Crown:

Laying on my back and using my hands for minimal propulsion I move over near where you're beginning to paint. I answer your question still floating with my eyes closed enjoying the contratst of the heat of the sun and the cool waters of the pool, "Nothing. I do absolutely nothing, now.
"I worked my ass off and sacrified to make investments and buy property so I could do just exactly what I'm doing now. What ever I please, when ever I please and where ever I please.
"I guess I'm officially retired, although I never thought of it that way until right now," I chuckle.

"By the way, since you've seen more of me than most have ever seen, why not call me Tom or TC. I think, under the circumstances Mr. Crown seems out of place and pretentious," I laugh.
 
Michaela

I smile as the brush moves with a mind of it's own over the paper and through the paints and water. "It must be nice to do nothing and anything." I comment looking up for moment and putting the paper aside to dry, and begin again. "Tom it is then, you can call me Mic or my friends tend to call me MW," I chuckle as I glance at the paper seeing the image build. I put aside the watercolors and pull out a charcoal pencil.

"I guess it must be nice to be retired before you are tired like most people." I glance down for a moment noticing my dark violet toe nails.

"What I've seen of you has been," I pause, "in very good shape."
 
Thomas Crown:

"It is and I worked hard for it and made many personal sacrifices to achieve it. Just hope it was worthwhile, but only time will tell about that MW.
"Thanks, it's the only indulgence I allowed myself and even that had a bit of selffish basis. I learned being it tip top physical condition kept me healthier and gave me more stamina, etc."

Padding a bit closer to shore, "And if you don't mind my saying so you, what I've seen of you looks very sexy and sensual MW. Of course you have the advantage over me there as I'm not wearing anything and you are.
"When you're ready for a break why not bring me the jug of juice I brought from the refrig and we'll toast the fates that brought you here and my pleasure in meeting you in this Tropical Paradise."
 
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MW

Stamina, the way he said th word made it sound like an invitation to test him on it. I blushed at his comment and my slender modesty, after all there was no one here but the two of us and I had seen plenty of him. I glanced down at the sketches noticing, my mind had drifted and a very tempting image of Thomas lay before me on the paper. I closed the pad of paper and put away my pencil for a moment. I undo the wrap around my head and run my fingers through my hair, thinking I must look a mess. I pick up my camera and take a few shots of the pool and the surrounding vegetation, before joining Mr. Crown for a drink.

"Sounds good," the sound of him saying stamina still echoed in my head as I took a drink and whispered, "to our pleasure."
 
TC:

"You know MW," I say with a grin as you wade over carrying the cold and condensation covered jug, "if you stay more than a few hours either I'll have to dress to feel comfortable around you or you'll have to undress so we can both be either comfortable or equally uncomfortable."

At your soft toast, just heard above the waterfall's noise I wonder if it's totally innocent orrrr a veiled invitation. I opt for choice number two and reply just as softly as I take my sip after you've had your, "May it be overwhelming for us both."

Then hand the jug back to you again as I gaze into your eyes through my slitted lids as I drift into a patch of sunlight.
 
MW

I blush slighty wonderin how anyone could make Thomas uncomfortable. He was so self assured, comfortable in his own skin. I lean in slightly and decide to take a risk, "My swimsuit is wet and clammy." My eyes glance down, sliding over his legs, and upward, biting my lower lip as I contemplate his comment of overwhelming. He seemed like a man who liked being in control. I wondered if I could surprise him, after all he must have had plenty of women try to seduce him.

I took his hand and inspected his palm, anything to avoid his intense gaze for a moment. I had learned to read palms a long time ago and saw how the lines spread across his palm. I looked up and smiled, and took his hand and rested it along my shoulder. "Perhaps you'd care to help me undress then?" Half question, half invitation as I felt his fingers run under the strap of my swim suit.
 
TC:

Your invitation to aid in unveiling what I've been waiting and hoping to see is all I've been waiting for since our little verbal duelling and the double entendres began.

My body moves and I'm no longer floating. I'm standing in front of you close enough that we can both feel the heat radiating from our sun warmed bodies. The jug of Stoli spiked juice is taken from your hand and the stopper pushed in tightly then it's released to sink in the clear water beside us.

A fingertip glides up a sun bronzed arm and under the shoulder strap of your top and rubs back and forth across the top of your shoulder, upper back and the very top of your chest as I look down into your eyes and ask, "Are you very sure this is what you wish MW ? I don't wish you to do anything that you don't want to do while you're with me. Not ever."
 
MW

I wasn't sure what to say at first, he invited me to undress and then he pulls this? What did he want? I looked in his eyes and wondered if he had been burned in the past. I stepped a little closer, my body brushing his. "I can take care of myself," I pause as I once again wondering what he is thinking. "Of course if you are not going to be comfortable taking things one moment at a time," I pause dramatically. "Thomas, just by your statement I know that you would never try and do something if I declined. Your words actually make me want to be au natural more." I smile and let one finger trace the v of his neckline as my other hand slowly drew down the other strap of my swim suit.
 
TW:

"Thomas is it. Oh well TW again soon I hope.
"Let's say I was just stating my position clearly and you certainly understood," I say with a smile as my finger hooks the other strap and slides it down over your shoulder to hang limply on your arm.

My hands slide around your back to the clasp and unfasten it then hold the sides of your top in place as I take a step back. My eyes look into yours and then at your breasts as my hands slide forward along the outer swell of your breasts and remove the top.

I't tossed toward the bank as I gaze at your breasts, into your eyes and back down again while slowly sinking into the water. As I settle lower and lower my hands cup and slide down your sides until they've reached the top of your suit bottoms.

Once again I look into your eyes, this time from below your eye level and past your lovely full breasts. There's nothing said my thumbs just hook the waist band and begin to slowly peel the suit off your ass first, as my fingertips caress the full taut swells lightly then down your legs until you've stepped out and it too is tossed toward the bank.

My palms are on the outside of your legs, my fingers curled around the backs and my thumbs the insides as I begin to stand up again.

My hands slowly rise as I do caressing you under the crystal water. My eyes remain on yours as my thumbs slide lightly over the crease where pussy lip meets leg and my fingers begin to slide up the bottom of each ass cheek.

Gradually higher and higher as I rise until my thumbs slide over your crinkled areolae and hard nipples. A light press on each into the firm flesh then over the tops of your breasts until I'm again stand up and looking down into your eyes with my hands under your arms.
 
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