Escaping the Island Heat

[ocea]

OOC: this is a closed thread for a while...

The sea laps at my toes, so cold in comparison to the sunkissed warmth still lingering in the sand. White froth curls up around my ankles, pulls back, leaving sucking holes on the otherwise perfect shore.
Everything glimmers before me, reflecting back a magnificent sky more richly dappled with sharp pinpoints of magnetic white light than any other sky I have had the opportunity to gaze upon. The sky above me, the glint and glimmer of pale moonlight on a gently ruffled body of water, are the only two things to capture my attention, to interest me tonight.
Though I can hear the muted strains of a calipso band, almost smell the sweet honey scent of tropical daquiries, the patrons of our cosily nestled resort are too gaudy, too rank with the odour of unneccessary money and mid-life crises to afford spending any time with. The sea, the stars, the warm air and hot, crisp sand will be my sole companions for as long as I am cruelly forced to remain here.

 

[ocea]

OOC: UpNorthGuy is taking too long, if anyone would like to take over his role as my young love interest on this island resort please feel free to start writing and he can winge to me later

 

[ariosto]

OOC... I will tell you truthfully that if I had more time I would jump into this one with both feet and everything else.

Boys do not less this one sink away.
Ocea is an absolute joy to post with. You won't regret it.

 

[Stirling]

Time in the tropics seemed to move with a langurous, almost erotic pace of its own. Even though it was evening, it was still hot enough for the sweat to stick his sleeveless T-shirt to every muscle on his sun-baked skin.

Damn, he thought, as the tiny yacht rolled relentlessly in to shore, driven by inexorable tides and a quickening wind. Just before he ran aground he tossed the anchor out, steadying the bobbing boat just a little offshore.

Seeing lights on the headlands, something that looked like a resort, he decided to go to land. Stripping off his shirt and sandals, getting down to his trunks, then diving into the sea -- he took long, quick strokes towards the shore.

A minute or two later he walked up onto the beach, which seemed mostly dark and deserted. But as the seawater ran out of his eyes, he saw a woman there on the beach, lying almost directly beneath him.

"Pardon me," he said with a grin. "But where is this?"

 

[ocea]

Two drops of water splatter my stomach, each with one second space between followed by a hot pause before his voice interrupts the music and rush of waves upon the shore. I open my eyes to look at him and another drop of cool water bursts beneath my left breast.
Despite the faint glow of moon and stars the night is too dark to make out his features, I am only afforded an artistically drawn silhouette of his body and the subtle scent of male skin. Though the sight is admittedly pleasing, all the curves and proportions too perfect for any mere mortal I have ever chanced across, the ridiculousness of his question agitates my nerves. Solitude had been mine for all of five minutes before this slick young sailor swallowed the moon with the tall shadow of his body.
"The ends of the earth," I reply wryly. "About as far away from capitalism as any one can get..." I glance back at the rustic simplicity of the resort and mountains of uninhabited rainforest. "Actually make that civilisation."
Though I can not make out the details of his face a wavering white glow illuminates my own, and he can see that though I am young, there is a warm, inviting aspect of womanliness in the plump lower lip and heavy lidded eyes. My breasts, straining against the filmy fabric of a red bikini are not particularly large and youthfully upturned, but they sit heavy and round on my small frame, as neatly matching my slimness as the tiny waist.
"Is there somewhere I can stay around here?" He asks, squatting beside me so that one skewed strand of frosty moonlight cuts a line from his right temple to the corner of his mouth. The eye revealed is heavily lashed and deepset, but the colour can not be anything particularly ordinary, for as much as I study the thin iris around his dilated pupil the hue is indefinable as either blue or brown.
"Only the resort... the island's deserted apart from this one, senior citizen filled kitsch palace. If I were you I'd drop anchor somewhere else."
He glances at his yacht in iritation.
"I wish I could," he mutters, however, as he looks back down at my reclining form there is something intimately appraising in the smile hovering on his shadowed mouth which causes me to ponder the truth of that statement.

 

[ocea]

OOC: my breasts are heaving, my bikini is see-through, where oh where is my hero?

Before we could continue our conversation, and clearly it was stimulating beyong to the point of permanent nipple erection, I heard my mothers piercing shreak reach me from the direction of our island cabana. It was the furthest from the main layout of the resort, halfhidden by lots of naked palmtrees and a hedge of pink blooms. The woman was amazing, somehow she knew when I was involved in a sexually suggestive interlude and instinctively interrupted it. I wouldn't be more surprised if a coconut came hurling our way with a death threat pinned to the front.
"If you'll excuse me, I think thats my parole officer calling." I got to my feet, swiping my hands over the curve of my neat pert bum (Being almost nineteen I suppose I'll be losing that soon), sending a spray of sand over his feet but not particularly caring.
I walked over the striated stretch of milk-white sand to our cabana with the glow of yellow orange light spilling from our flyscreen door acting as a pseudo lighthouse. I could perfectly imagine my mother theorising that if it weren't for her overuse of electric lighting I might accidently bump into an erection.