Bold Venture!

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Humphrey Bogart as Slate Shannon, owner of a small run down Havana hotel and a boat named the Bold Venture. Lauren Bacall as Sailor Duvall, a smart talking, tender hearted young woman played by Bacall with sultry, sexy, monotones...

This is part of an introduction to a long forgotten radio series designed especially for Bogey and Bacall. Chele and I are big fans of the two 'Bs' and when I sent her one of the tapes we both decided it would make a great RP for LIT.

It's set in the Caribbean in the late 40s. Slate has been a part of the local scene of adventure and intrigue for quite a while, operating the Hotel for income and the Bold Venture for excitement. He skates the fine line of the law more often then not.

He is stunned to receive a letter one Spring morning from Oscar Duvall, a man he owes a great deal to...

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"Slate by the time you get this I will be dead old freind. Time and Fortune have been unkind to me of late and I find I must liquidate all my assetts, my life included this very day.
I am sending you my greatest treasure. My daughter. Sailor is an extraordinary young woman Slate. I trust you with her care and upkeep until she is on her own two feet. She's a willfull girl so it shouldn't take long.
If this sounds desperate, it is. Sailor cannot stay here after my death. She must be 'lost' for quite a while.
I know you old freind and I do not ask you to treat her like a child...she is far from that.
Just keep her happy, help her and do not break her heart.
I have an appointment now in Hell. I'm sure we'll meet again.

Oscar...

PS...Sailor will be in Havana on the tenth. She has your address."

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This is a closed thread for Chele and I until we start some serious adventuring, then players may be asked to join us.

 

[SexyChele]

I can't exactly say when I knew my father was involved in something bigger than himself. Maybe it was something I had always known. Maybe it had come to me slowly. I know it didn't come suddenly - although his desire to send me off to Havanna did come suddenly. Getting on that plane, knowing it was the last time I would see him, was the toughest thing I would ever do. And yet, I knew that, whatever it was in his life, it had finally caught up with him and I couldn't be a part of it.

The plane ride to Cuba was less than thrilling, the end of the ride uncertain. I had heard of Slate Shannon many times from my father, though I had never met him. Now, he was supposed to take care of me. I smile to myself. Yeah, him take care of me. I haven't had anyone take care of me in a very long time. Still - I sigh as I look down at the blue water below. A boat he has, sails around the Carribean. Ought to be quite an adventure.

Catching a cab at the Havanna airport, I give the driver the address. We pull up in front of a fairly nice hotel - one frequented by Americans looking to come to Havanna to play in her casinos and try to make a few bucks while they're here. Walking into the lobby, overhead fans attempting to beat back the oppressive, humid heat, I make my way to the desk. The clerk looks up and smiles.

"Hi, I'm Sailor Duvall, here to see Slate Shannon. I, uh, believe he is expecting me."

I fish out my lipstick, without giving the clerk a second glance, and he disappears behind a door. A few minutes later a man appears - average height, dark hair, good looking even as he is approaching middle age. He stretches out his hand and I take it.

"Sailor! I'm sorry to hear about your father. Is there anything I can do?"

"Yeah, show me a room with a shower and a drink, and we can chat all you want."

I cage my words with a smile to let him know that there wasn't all rough edges to my personality.

 

[ariosto]

Slate took her arm and led over to the elevator, one of those old open ironwork affairs.
"Oscar said you were good looking but he didn't say HOW good looking."

"Thanks Mister Shannon. Say is it always this hot around here?"
In spite of all attempts to be composed and cool, the heat was beginning to wilt Sailor Duvall.
Slate laughed as the lift creaked to a halt on the 6th floor.
"Baby, you ain't seen nothin'. In a few moths old Havana will really be cookin'
...this way."

He led her to one of the four doors that faced out onto a short hallway with a huge window at the far end. The tops of several palm trees partially blocked the view of Morro Castle.
She walked towards it but he motioned her back.

"This one Sailor, and you better start calling me Slate. You don'y want to make nme feel too damned old do you?"
He held the door open for Sixtytwo and she stepped by him.
"Just how damned old are you Slate? You look ancient."

"Old enough to know a cheeky dame when I see one."
She turned slowly and smiled. The heat rose 20 degrees.

"Just what kind of a relationship will this be...Slate.?"
He tossed her bag on the bed and pointed to the bathroom.
"Showers in there."

He pulled a chain and the ceiling fan began to turn.
He opened the window and Havana street noises filtered in along with the muggy wind.
Then he walked back to her. They were almost the same height.
"Get cleaned up Sailor. I'll see you in the dining room at 8."

Before she could react, his arm slipped around her narrow waist and bent her back and he kissed her full on the lips. She was shocked but not shocked enough to keep from firing a stinging slap across his face.

He wasn't phased by it. In fact he grinned.
"Just wanted to let you know that it won't be a father daughter thing."

 

[SexyChele]

As he turned and left my room, a slow smile crept across my face. A real cool one, that one. Well, it wasn't something I hadn't come across before.

Quickly unpacking the few things I had brought, I walked into the bathroom and started the shower. All things considered, the hotel was a nice one - clean, and everything worked. As the lukewarm water ran down my body, I closed my eyes, letting the water cool my skin. I thought once more of the kiss Slate delivered. I thought of what it might be like to feel his hands against my body, his fingers in my hair.

Suddenly, my body felt alive and tingling. Running my hand over my breasts, the nipples hardened. Pulling on them, tugging and twisting them only heightened the intense feeling of pleasure. As my hand crept down, over my stomach, stopping at the neat triangle of pubic hair that only slightly covered that most tender part of me, I sighed with pleasure. Running my hand along my lips, feeling the additional moisture - moisture coming from my body and not the shower - feeling the lips begin to swell in anticipation. Sliding a finger into the entrance, feeling the full wetness, and bringing it out to rub my nub of pleasure. Leaning against the wall, head back, I rub that nub, feeling it throb, begging for release. Rubbing harder, I feel that release build up in my body, exploding from someplace deep inside of me. As I go over the edge, a flash of Slate Shannon appears before my eyes, as my orgasm racks my body.

Spent, catching my breath, I lean into the water, letting it once again cool off my skin. After drying off, I put on a robe, and go to the window, looking over the sight of Havanna below. The sweltering heat and choking humidity engulfing me.

Walking to the bureau, I touch up my make-up and brush out my hair to a silken shine. I pick out a white, light-weight crepe evening gown - slinky and form-fitting for the evenings dining experience. Spritzing a bit of perfume behind each ear, I put on a pair of earrings and give a once over in the mirror. Satisfied with the simple, yet elegant look, I walk out of my room, and take the lift down to the lobby and the dining room.

Standing at the doorway, I hear my name called out. Looking up I see Slate approaching in white evening coat and black trousers. I give him a smile as he walks up to me.

"Say, you polish up pretty well, Slate."

 

[ariosto]

She'd been good looking hot and sweaty , but Sailor Duvall in a clingy white evening gown was a knockout.
"You look swell baby...You polish up real good yourself...
Hey King!"
A short round man the color and shine of polished ebony came over grinning broadly.

"Sailor Duvall meet King Moses, he plays piano in the bar and he's my right hand man around here."

"Glad to meet you Miss Duvall, a pleasure..."
He took her hand and kissed it.

"Well Slate I'd say your friend has a lot of
charm; maybe he'll drop a little your way sometime."
Shannon pulled a chair out for her at their table.
"Charm! Hell he kisses everybodies hand."

A tall waiter with a thin moustache and a deferential air about him appeared with a menu.
"How about some champagne? We can celebrate our new relationshop?"

"I don't know if it'll be anything to celebrate Slate but I like champagne...GOOD champagne."
He held out a light for her as she put a cigarette to her lips.

"Doll, that's the only kind we got."

 

[SexyChele]

I leaned over and accepted the light for my cigarette. Sitting back up, I peered at Slate through the rising smoke.

"Look, I don't know why my father asked me to come here, but I'm a big girl, Slate. And I've been taking care of myself for quite some time now. I haven't needed a babysitter for a while now, I don't need one now."

"You certainly don't look like you need a babysitter, doll. And besides, I never was good at lookin' after babies. Now, full grown women, that's a different story, if you know what I mean."

"I'm afraid I know very well what you mean. And I'm not sure I like yet."

The waiter returned with glasses and champagne. Popping the cork, he poured the bubbling liquid into the glasses and Slate handed me a glass. Taking it from him, he clinked his glass to mine.

"Here's to the start of something wonderful, doll."

We sip the wine, as I stare at him.

"And will it be wonderful, Slate?"

"Why, yes, doll, of course."

The waiter returned with dinner - ordered in advance, obviously - and began serving. Even I had to admit the food was delicious, even the champagne was good. Sharing an after dinner drink, Slate leaned forward, crooked grin on his face somehow made him seem that much more attractive.

"So, how about seeing my real pride and joy?"

"I take it you're talking about the Bold Venture? My father mentioned it on occasion."

"Yes, finest vessel in the Carribean! Guaranteed to make you forget the world exists."

"Sounds like quite a feat. Okay, it's still early, and I feel like a walk."

Strolling out of the hotel, I notice the heat has dissapated slightly with the setting of the sun, but the humidity still hangs like a curtain over the city. Barely, ever slightly, a breeze blows softly, adding a bit of balminess to the evening. As Slate leads us to the docks, he points out various places along the short walk. As we approach the slip, it's easy to spot the Bold Venture - she is indeed quite magnificent.

 

[ariosto]

A small cloud of street urchins followed them along the dock. Shannon spoke gruffly to them but Sailor noticed that he dropped quite a bit of money into their grimey little hands along theway.

"A walk in Havana can be pretty expensive can't it Slate?" She looked like a queen among beggers standing there in the tropical twilight.

"Yeah...guess so. They remind me of when I was a kid."
"You can remember that far back can you?...amazing.A guy your age."

He grabbed her arm.
"Your'e cute Sailor...always got a line don't ya.
Well there it is."

She had no line now. The Bold Venture was magnificent. The setting sun had turned the hull to burnished gold. It was a ship that looked like it could fly.

"Ahoy, Bold Venture!"
Slate cupped his hands to his mouth and yelled again. A grizzled head stuck itself out of the cabin door.
"That you Slate?"

"Yeah....bring the dinghy over we got a guest."
He turned to Sailor, "That's Walt Parley, he takes care of the Venture, he was one of the best rum runners in the business 20 years ago."

"What happned to him?" she said watching him stagger into the dinghy.
"The rum runs him now."

Shannon flipped his cigarette into the harbor.

 

[SexyChele]

Even I didn't have very many words to say about the ship sitting in the dock. She was graceful and sleek, and that was standing still.

As Slate took my arm to help me into the dingy, Walt extended his hand to help me in. Settling down, Slate took control to bring the dingy to the Venture. I caught Walt staring at me, and graced him with a smile. His look showed worry instead.

As we approached the Venture, she loomed lovely in the short Carribean twilight. Coming aboard, I could tell she wal well outfitted and loved - as a man loves a woman.

"You've done well with her, Slate. She is pretty impressive."

"Don't have a line for this one, do you, Sailor?"

"For the ship? No. For you? Always."

"Well, while you think of the next one, let me fix you a drink."

"Sure, Slate, that would be nice. Make mine a scotch, will you?"

A low whistle, and a surprised look greeted me.

"I learned a lot from my father, Slate. One of them was holding my liquor."

"Well, why don't you come below and let me know what you think of all the Venture has to offer?"

I smile at Slate as I step below decks to the well-appointed salon. As Slate fixed the drinks, I walked around the room, admiring the good taste of her owner - or decorator.

"Do you take her out much, Slate? Or does being an innkeeper keep you occupied fulltime?"

"I take her out as often as I can, doll, which is more than being that innkeeper you think I am. Here, drink up."

I take my glass, and as he clinked his to mine, I looked into his brown eyes.

"You know, Slate, I wouldn't mind a ride, providing you were to ask."

 

[ariosto]

Suddenly the engine coughed into life and the hull
shuddered and then settled down as the engine worked into a steady throbbing tempo. Sailor saw the pier lights begin to move outside the salon windows.

"Smart boat. Does it read minds too?"
Slate handed her the scotch and laughed.

"The Venture's smart all right but not that smart.
I told Parley I was bringing a lady on board and we'd take a turn around the harbor."

She leaned back against the table.
"You do this with all your women Slate? Is it part of the Dashing Shannon's mating ritual?"

He stepped so close that her knee was brushing his leg.
"Oscar told me not to break your heart Sailor. This is just a sightseeing cruise."

She looked at him under those long lashes, her full lips smiling sensuously.
"C'mon Slate," her voice was purring...deep.
"Break my heart. I dare you."

 

[Julian Kay]

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[SexyChele]

Rubbing my knee slightly against Slate's knee, I could see he was wavering - the desire was there, alright, oh yes. But would he cross over that boundary?

I turned to place my drink on the table, and before I turned around, I felt his arm slip around my waist, his other hand gently take hold of my jaw as he turned me towards him. His face was close now, so close it almost burred in front of me. His breath warm against me, his body barely pressed against me. His look was long and piercing....

And then his lips were on mine, hard, searching, almost bruising. His arm tightened about my waist, as his other hand slid behind my neck, holding me there.

Bending me back slightly, I raised my arms to reach around Slate's neck. Returning his kiss, I feel his tongue probing my lips, demanding entrance. Willingly I comply, his tongue finding the warmth of my mouth even as it teased my own into responding to him.

As he moved his arms around me, I could feel his body pressed against me, his hips grinding into mine - his hardness beginning to rise between us.

Breaking the kiss, Slate continued to stare into my eyes, as I peered at him from under my lashes.

"Well, Slate, I certainly hope that was only the appetizer and not the main course."

 

[ariosto]

Suddenly something clicked in Shannon's mind and he drew back sitting down abruptly.
"Hey now, I don't usually effect guys like that..."

A big eyed, lanky little girl holding a raggedy anne doll out to him..."Hey Mister will you play with me?"...cute kid he'd thought.
"Sorry Slate,"
Oscar's voice, "Go on now Sailor, take off. Mister Shannon and I have something to discuss."

Miami, a dozen years go maybe more...

"Slate your making this girl feel a little insecure you know. What the hell's the matter!"
She looked confused...was reaching for a cigarette.

His hand went out and stopped her.
"What..."

"I'll play with you."
He said grinning.

"Oh you will, will you!"

"You bet."
Slate pulled her down onto his lap,
"Better late than never little girl."

 

[SexyChele]

I had vague memories of Slate from when I was a little girl. He had always seemed the dashing figure, even if a bit aloof. I didn't remember many visits with my father, but I remembered a few.

I looked at the man whose lap I sat on more closely now. The years were evident, though kind. A hard edge. He'd been around. But then, so had I.

I felt his arm slid around my waist, as his fingers brushed my hair, bringing me closer to him. Placing my hand on his shoulder, my other hand caressing his cheek, I felt our lips meet. At first tentative, unsure, searching, but gradually building in intensity, his mouth working agasinst mine, my tongue finding its way into his mouth, being sucked in.

His arm was sliding up my back, caressing and massaging. I could feel his arousal building beneath my ass, as his had made its way to my breast, caressing it as though it were a precious object.

Pulling away, I stare into Slate's eyes.

"Slate, I think I like your idea of play. But do you think there is someplace on this boat where a lady could get comfortable?"

 

[ariosto]

"Sure do Babe, you'll like it too.
Wait a minute."
He picked her up from his lap easily and stood her on the deck which was beginning to rock gently as the Venture picked up speed.
She watched him cross over to the door and look out. Slate was not tall but stocky and hard as nails. She liked what she saw.

"Hey Parley"
He called up through the hatch. The engine idled down.
"Take us out to Puente Arenas and back, real slow and easy. Got it?"
"Aye skipper"
She heard the old man respond as Shannon turned back into the cabin and walked towards her. Suddenly the yacht heeled hard to starboard as it began to turn and Sailor inspite of herself went tumbling right into Slates arms, her drink hitting the bulkhead somewhere over his shoulder.
"Now that's what I call eager! My place or yours Doll?"

He didn't wait for an answer but just scooped her up like she was 12 years old again and carried her forward to the sleeping cabin.

 

[SexyChele]

Teetering on high heels, I find myself slamming into Slate and then being liften into his arms before I can find the voice to protest. My arms slip automatically around his neck, as I watch him under my lashes.

"The way you handle that move, I'd say you'd had plenty of practice at this, Slate."

A grin was my only reply as he slipped into the forward cabin. I looked around and discovered it was as elegantly appointed as the salon had been. This ship was evidently built for the long haul, as the cabin was quite large and spacious - rather than the cramped quarters normally reserved for sleeping.

Slate laid me down on the bed, then sat next to me, staring at me. His fingers brushed my hair and then slowly ran down the side of my face to my chin. Cupping my chin in his hand, he lowered his face to mine, and his lips lightly brushed over mine. A feeling of white heat erupted within my body, as my hands reached up for his shoulders.

Pulling back, Slate got up and shrugged off his jacket and removed his tie, before sitting once more on the bed. The gaze exchanged between us was filled with the things words could not say. Then suddenly his arms were around me, his lips searching mine. I could feel his passion rising, and my own rose to meet his. Wrapping my arms about his neck, I pulled him closer to me, wanting to feel his body against my skin. Moving my face towards his ear, I gently kiss the lobe, a smile spreading across my face.

"What say we get a little more comfortable, Slate? I find this dress can be rather restricting at times."

 

[ariosto]

He took it off her...slowly.
Slate kissed her tawny skin as the dress fell away by inches.
Her throat and shoulders first, then the creamy skin of her arms.
As the fabric dropped away from her breasts, he cupped each one in his hands, squeezed them gently and kissed each nipple watching them stiffen.
"C'mon Shannon, I know you've seen them before." The sarcasm in her voice did not hide the breathlessness of arousal.

He pinched one rosey tip and licked it.
"Oh, yeah...pleanty, but it's a new treat every time."

He pulled the gown down around her hips and kissed the tight skin of her belly, lingering over her navel.
She laughed as his warm tongue tickled her.
"Damn Slate...that tickles!"

He looked up and grinned , then stood up and pulled the dress all the way over her high heels and tossed it on a chair.
Sailor was wearing white lacy panties and a garter belt that held her lovely legs encased in sheer nylon.
After an appreciative caress all the way up her thighs, he began to unsnap the garter belt...

"You know Sailor, next time we come aboard the 'Venture" you don't need to wear so many clothes."

She turned on her stomach so he could get the other snaps.

"Maybe next time I won't wear ANY clothes."

 

[SexyChele]

"You'd like that, Slate, wouldn't you? Just running around the deck without any clothes? But what would the crew think? Might be a bit much for them wouldn't you say?"

"Sailor? Anybody ever tell you you talk too much."

"Yeah, plenty. What of it? You plan on shutting me up?"

And suddenly his lips were on mine, his tongue searching mine. I felt his arms around me, pulling me to him, feeling his arousal against me. Breaking free, I look up at him.

"Seems like you're a little happy to be this close to me."

"I'll be even happier if I get a little closer."

With a slight grin on my face, I undo his tie, and then unbutton his shirt. Sliding it off his shoulders, I caress his arms, working my way back up towards his chest and then working lower, lower, lower, until my hands feel his belt. Quickly unfastening it, I begin to work on his pants.

"You know, you wear quite a bit of clothing yourself, Slate."

"Yeah, but not as pretty as yours, sweetheart."

I slide his pants down his legs, and am happily greeted by his swollen member bobbing in front of me. Taking hold of him with one hand, I gently start to squeeze and stroke him as I rise back up, my lips searching for his.

As his kisses intensify, I begin to stroke harder and faster - but not too much. Suddenly I feel his arm behind my knees as he lifts me and places me once more on the bed. Feeling his weight on top of me, his lips on mine, I know that I must have this man, and have him now.

 

[ariosto]

He laid her on the bed gently like a big doll. She sat up on her elbows and looked at him and a lascivious smile crossed her lips. She raised her knees and began to sway with the motion of the ship. Each graceful swing of those long smooth legs showed Slate a tantalizing glimpse of moist pinkness...His cock throbbed with frustration and it was still wet from those full sweet lips.
He was about to pull her knees apart when she purred...

Shannon, do you want to fuck me?"

Slate grabbed her legs roughly and leaned over her knees.
"Cut the crap baby. You know I do and you know I will."

Her smile deepened...
and slipping out of his grasp she twisted and sinuosly turned over presenting him with the tight rounded globes of her ass. Her naked sex was exposed in the valley between them.
She kicked up her legs playfully and spread her thighs until she was totally exposed.

"Come on Slate...havn't you ever given it up the back door before?"

 

[SexyChele]

Peeking out from beneath my lashes, a slight smile across my face, my voice is filled with challenge. Hugging a pillow tightly to me, I push my firm ass a little higher in the air. I watch as his eyes make their way down my body to the round firmness that I'm offering him.

"Yeah, I've gone in through the back door before, and I can do again."

His hands moved across my skin, as I caught my breath in my throat. I felt his fingers slide down to my slit, sliding over the moistness accumulated there. Gently inserting a finger partway, watching my face, looking for my reaction. My eyes closed, lips parted, I begin to move my hips to try to pick match him.

Moving his fingers slowly up, I gasped as I feel his finger gently circle and tease my tiniest entrance. I sink my head onto the pillow, as I move my knees underneath me. I feel the bed moving, his weight shifting, and then....his lips and teeth raking over the skin of my ass, as I begin to beg for more.

As he laughs softly, I feel his tongue begin to explore my anus, and I sigh deeply, anticipating his next move.

 

[ariosto]

The boat is rocking gently in the ebbtide. Slate holds her steady with his hands, thumbs placed close, opening her...spreading her wide. His tongue circles, dips, presses in...

"Relax baby." he murmers, "Give old Shannon a taste"
She moans and grips the pillows tighter as she feels his hot moist invasion. Sliding in...in.
In to her most private passage. She is like smooth hot velvet around his tongue. She pushes back into his face and a hand circles beneath her to squeeze and fondle her breasts. He squeezes hard and probes yet deeper wanting to taste every intimate place she possesses.

"Slate..." she whispers..."God...oh godddd.."

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He is rampant and throbbing hard, he still tastes her on his lips. His cock touches the
moistened entrance to her ass. He moves the tip in narrowing circles pressing down...pressing harder
harder...

"Tell me when your ready Sailor...tell me when."

 

[ariosto]

OOC...Chele!
Let's finish up this little scene so we can get back to the pier. We have clients waiting!

 

[SexyChele]

Clutching the pillows beneath me, I relax under his weight and tongue.

"Now, Shannon, now!"

Pushing out, I feel him push in, gently at first, and then more firmly. I feel him slide almost effortlessly into my ass, feel the fullness resulting in having him inside of me.

"Deeper, Shannon, oh deeper, please!"

I feel his hands on my ass as he eases his cock fully into me. Gasping and moaning with pleasure, I feel him buried to the hilt before he stops. I hear him catch his breath, and I steady myself for his movements. Wiggling underneath him, I urge him to continue.

Taking the clue, he begins to move slightly, as if testing how I will react. Moaning softly, crying for him to continue, I feel him begin to move faster, and I move to meet him. I feel his movements becoming more and more urgent, and I slide my hand to my clit and start to rub the swollen nub.

"Oh, yes, Shannon, faster - I need to cum so badly!"

I feel him start to pound against my ass, and my hand frantically moves against my clit. Feeling my orgasm beginning to build within me, I urge Shannon on - faster....FASTER!

 

[ariosto]

Shannon grasped her tightly by the hips. The boats rocking and his own violent thrusting would have sent them sprawling on the deck otherwise.
Looking up the length of her sinuous back as he penetrated her again and again it was damned hard to remember her as the little girl with pigtails he'd first known.
Sailor's fists were in tight balls and her hair spread out wildly over the small bunk...She pushed back each time to meet him and his cock was burying itself into her right to the hilt.
He felt her shudder violently and lock down.
He stopped, pulsing rigid inside her while she let out a gasping moan and shuddered again.
Reaching around her stomach and past the hand that as frantically working her clit, Shannon slid his fingers into the hot opening of her vagina and began to pump them in and out.
Sailor went wild!
Every muscle in her lean toned body tensed up, she pushed up on her arms and threw her head back to look at him with fevered swimming eyes.
"Fuck me Slate...HARD! FAST!"

She jammed herself all the way back on to his cock and screamed..."NOW...NOW!"

Shannon rammed himself into her ass like a jackhammer, pushing her right up against the teak bulkhead. His fingers and hers were both working her swollen clit and dipping deep into her vagina.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHGODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!"
He felt the final orgiastic tensing and then his fingers were coated with the warm cream of her climax.
He caught on fire then...

Pulling out of her tight clinging ass, he turned Sailor over on to her back and straddled her waist
on his knees. Dripping precum from his massive erection trailed across her breasts as
he stroked himself with both hands and came violently, shooting hot milky cum all over her face and into her strawberry lips.

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Slade was awakened later that evening by a tapping at the cabin door. It was Parley.

"There's a launch comin' out to meet us boss.
A fancy lookin' gent and a lady with im'. You want I should lay too."

He looked back at the sleeping girl, grabbed his shirt and closed the door.

"Let's go up and see what they want."

 

[darrenfate]

OOC:

Dale Brightmore

A tall blonde male, Dale is a specialist in Mayan artifacts who is in the middle of a torrid romance with Sam. Sam, what a name for a woman like that. Whew! Could make a grown man cry with her killer looks. Throw in the top shelf brains and this lady scorches the very earth she walks on! This is their story so far...

We are on a dig in Cozumel Mexico. The ruins are all around us and the sun is blazing hot. The tents are up their white banners flapping in the sun. We are high on a cliff overlooking the Pacific Ocean. Sam's investigations have led us all to a hidden chamber There is a buzz throughout the camp on the latest find.

Sam has invited me to her latest dig site having unearthed a sculpture with a Mayan inscription.

I have just translated it. It seems as though the great warrior chief Quetzul buried some treasure on an uninhabited island in the Bahama chain. There is no map, but from its description of a crescent moon bay and solitary mountain, Sam knows which one they refer to. Her knowledge of the tribes prior history leads Sam to be able to speculate on where on the island to look. Since this is a huge potential find we must move in secrecy, lest others try and beat us to the site. Therefore, only the two of us will go out, bringing enough food and water for a month.

We need to hire a pair of locals to get us there. Lucky for us they are Americans. I'm dubious but Sam insists we'll be fine. Besides, we don't exactly have any other choices. We tell no one where we are going and get dropped off at the dock. Sam is her usual dazzling self. An unseaworthy launch picks us up and makes its slow ponderous way out to the boat. I see Bold Venture in bold letters on the stern. Aptly named I muse. I pray we make it without getting wet. An auspicious beginning to say the least...

 

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Sam Everett

Sam Everett
- 29 years old
- long flowing red hair, eternally pulled back in a pony tail
- 5’8" tall
- lanky and strong body from all the physical labour involved with the years of archeology
- C cup breasts

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Samantha Everett, goes by the name "Sam". The only child of Lucy and John Everett born to them later in life. Sam has travelled the world with her parents--as John, renowned archeologist, worked on many important digs in his long and illustrious career. From the day Sam was born she has always tried to be the "son" she believes her father always wanted and she has strived to make him proud. As a result, Sam dogged her dad everywhere from the time she could walk, and with above average intelligence and hard work managed to graduate at the top of her class receiving her Doctorate in Archeology at the tender age of 24. Now at 29 years of age she is commanding her first expedition in Cozumel, hungry for her first real significant find, still motivated to make her papa proud. A significant find could put her name in all the scientific journals and in the history books, AND a really outstanding find could even lead to a Nobel Prize.

A trusted member of Sam’s team includes Dale Brightmore, a specialist in Mayan artifacts, and also a handsome man she has been seeing for almost a year. So when Dale’s transcription of a Mayan phrase on a rare sculpture unearthed by Sam, the two agree to try and locate the secret location of the hidden treasure it alludes to alone. Besides the huge potential financial windfall such a find would bring, Sam secretly hopes to prove the connection between the remote Mayan tribe and the small Bahamian Island. It would be a real coup in the scientific world if she could prove that the Mayans had actually been the first ancients to explore the Bahamas.

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In Havana…

I was dressed in my work clothes—Khaki pants, a tight white T-shirt, and hiking boots as I sat beside Dale on the leaky launch, shivering despite the warmth of the night and his arm wrapped securely around me. I was a bundle of nerves as the anticipation of the adventure surged through my veins as we neared the "Bold Venture". I was glad we could soon leave the launch…my toes were getting wet. As we neared the boat, our driver cut the engine on the launch and two figures appeared on deck. Both men looked a bit disheveled.

One man looked more to be an old rubby dub, but the younger of the two was definitely Slate Shannon. I remembered him well now that I saw him again. He didn’t look much older than the last time I’d seen him, perhaps a few more smile lines around his eyes. I cupped my hands to my mouth and hollered, "Mr. Shannon…it’s me, Sam Everett…you remember me with my dad John don’t you? May my friend and I come aboard? We’d like to discuss a business proposition with you."