---- Beach House

[valentina]

Beach House

Looking for a male to join this thread. Others are welcome.

Basic Storyline.

Chantelle Benoit, rented a Beach House all to herself for the long weekend, or at least that's what she thought. The writer, figured she'd have the place to herself so she can work on a new book. Instead she finds herself being forced to share the small beach house with an arrogant, cocky male who gets on her every last nerve, but raises her temperature, by picking at everyone of her sexual desires.

And so forth. If your up to try this out, please join up.

 

[valentina]

"Oh! This place is beautiful!" Chantelle shouted, letting her large, charcoal duffle bag, slide off of her shoulder, hitting the white, hot sand as she looked out at the beautiful scene, that was unfolding before her eyes.

Her toned legs picked up speed as she ran over to the small waves of turquoise water that was swaying back and forth in an almost hypnotic fashion. The sand was a warm, sizzling heat underneath her bare feet. What a glorious feeling it was.

"Mmm..." She moaned , moving down to her knees and laying on her back on the sand. She'd worry about getting the sand out of her long dark hair and skin, when she'd gone into the house. right now, it was her time to indulge under the tropical sun.

"Oh I needed this." Knowing full well she was talking to herself, didn't bother her at all. Writers did tend to talk to themselves a lot. Or so she'd heard.

The sun was beginning to really take a toll on her now. Even the skimpy bikini top she wore felt restricting. Well...she was alone. What would it matter if she decided to walk around topless for a bit. Sitting up, dusting the sand off of her back, she felt around to her back and pulled the string that held the top together. Her full breasts, all 38c of them, soaked in the sensual heat. Her nipples perking right to life. they were always quite sensitive. She'd keep on the denim shorts she wore for now.

"Lovely..." She sighed, lying back down on the sand.

Time passed on and the heat was now proving to be a bit to much. Taking a quick slip into the water, waist high. Chantelle deiced to retrieve her bag and check out the beach house, she'd rented for the weekend. Chantelle ran her hand through her now wet and wavy hair, she noticed her bag wasn't where she had left it. Raising a curious eyebrow, Chantelle marched out of the water and picked up her bikini top. Sprinting on the sand, reaching the front door, Chantelle opened it up and felt her heart thud against her chest. Sitting there with her bag, looking through her things with a look of dissatisfaction, as if he disapproved of her clothing of choice was...

TBC By Anyone.

 

[valentina]

OOC : Bump

 

[yogiron]

A miidle aged guy, who was in a strange kind of way quite good looking despite his age.

The problem was however that he had found in my bag my collection of toys that I had bought with me to while away the weekend.

I felt myself going red with embarrasment but at the same time angry at the intrusion.

I cried out ___

 

[cent_fl_guy]

Mr Arrogance

His name was BK, what it stood for didn't matter, that was all anyone ever called him, even his parents.

He wasn't particularly tall, but he carried himself as though he were. He was in good shape, but you could tell it was an inner strength, and not big bulky muscle. He had light brown hair with some blonde highlights, thanks to an experimental hair dresser, he was dressed well, stylish, without appearing to try to hard at it. His most strking feature however was his eyes, a deep blue that made her stop dead in her tracks.

Before she could utter a word, he looked up at her and said, just wanted to know as much about you as I can, I am already pretty intimate with your physical being, it is what you carry in your bag, that tells the true you.

She was still standing before him speechless when he he took an object from her bag and said, take this for instance, do you really need to take it to the beach with you.

 

[cent_fl_guy]

I can understand your need for such items, but to find it necessary to take them to a spot as beautiful as this one, and sully up the landscape with them just screams, there is no one more important than me.

We are going to see if that is true, if you truly are the most important person there is, or if we can unleash an inner person in you.