Katamari Roller
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It was a quiet morning.
Paula remained still on her bed. She had had the precaution of closing the curtains so the tropical sun would not wake her up, and in that way sleep in a little longer. As long as her friends let her, anyway. And so, she opened her eyes on her hotel bed, wondering what the plans were for the day.
The girl sighed as she stretched her pale, slim body on the sheets, her flat stomach rising in the air at the same time her round rear pushed down into the bed. Her hair, the colour of dark chocolate and kept short enough not to go past her nape, making her look a bit tomboyish, was even more tousled as it brushed the pillow. Then, she lazily pulled her black booty pants back up her perky ass and wide hips, and her hanging crop top back down and over her enormous breasts. An indecently skimpy attire, but then, they were spending most of the day wearing even less. From the beach to lunch, then shopping and sight-seeing, and finally, night parties. The least revealing piece of clothing she had worn so far was a t-shirt with a kinky `Future Single Mom´ message on it that her friends made her wear as punishment for a lost bet, and which her tits stretched taut anyway, so...
Her big, dark brown eyes lazily looked for the alarm clock on the nightstand. It read a little past ten in the morning.
With a soft groan, Paula started dragging her 5´5 figure out of bed. It was weird nobody was moving around already, causing the usual morning ruckus. Instead, everything was silent.
That was when it hit her.
Her hanging top trembled like a curtain above her bare stomach with each step she took, bare-footed, toward the windows. She pulled it open, and... saw nothing outside. That is, she could see clearly the paradisical landscape outside, clear skies and green palm trees and all that. There was, looking down, the hotel´s pool, and the stage where the DJs and music bands played a few dozen meters off to her left. But the strange thing was that there was no one around. She drew herself closer, until her G cups pressed against the cool glass through her top and even a little under it, but she saw and heard nothing. Nothing but nothing.
Making a face at how strange that was, Paula turned around and moved into her friends´ rooms. One after another, she found them empty. All the girls´ things were there, their clothes and the last things they had bought and did not bother putting away, and their beds were the mess you expected if you knew someone had been sleeping on them, but there was no trace of where they had gone. She thought there might be some clue in the small kitchen, a written note or something like that, but again... nothing.
“Ok... this is just weird.” Paula told herself aloud, in case she was not aware of it, before stepping out of the hotel flat and moving down the corridor to the one the boys were in. She was too confused and nervous to worry about her current state of undress. The girl knocked on the door and waited, hands on her hips, waiting for someone to answer. Consistent with the morning so far, though, there was no answer. “Ugh!” The confusion was starting to be replaced by frustration. Paula hurried back into her flat, thinking of turning the TV on, but then she remembered that there was no television in the flat at all. It was comfortable and well furnished, and even had a kitchen for people who preferred to cook for themselves than go down to the restaurant, but nobody really expected anyone to hang out in their rooms. Not with everything one could do outside.
Now she thought about it... the canteen had a TV, and it was always on. Paula grinned, running into her room, and shortly afterwards emerged with a couple additions to her current attire: a plain, white hanging top that hugged her breasts tightly and was a few inches longer than the black one underneath, and a pair of low-heel black sandals.
The way the girl figured it, she would either find out what the hell was going on... or get a free breakfast.
(Roleplay open to everyone)
Paula remained still on her bed. She had had the precaution of closing the curtains so the tropical sun would not wake her up, and in that way sleep in a little longer. As long as her friends let her, anyway. And so, she opened her eyes on her hotel bed, wondering what the plans were for the day.
The girl sighed as she stretched her pale, slim body on the sheets, her flat stomach rising in the air at the same time her round rear pushed down into the bed. Her hair, the colour of dark chocolate and kept short enough not to go past her nape, making her look a bit tomboyish, was even more tousled as it brushed the pillow. Then, she lazily pulled her black booty pants back up her perky ass and wide hips, and her hanging crop top back down and over her enormous breasts. An indecently skimpy attire, but then, they were spending most of the day wearing even less. From the beach to lunch, then shopping and sight-seeing, and finally, night parties. The least revealing piece of clothing she had worn so far was a t-shirt with a kinky `Future Single Mom´ message on it that her friends made her wear as punishment for a lost bet, and which her tits stretched taut anyway, so...
Her big, dark brown eyes lazily looked for the alarm clock on the nightstand. It read a little past ten in the morning.
With a soft groan, Paula started dragging her 5´5 figure out of bed. It was weird nobody was moving around already, causing the usual morning ruckus. Instead, everything was silent.
That was when it hit her.
Her hanging top trembled like a curtain above her bare stomach with each step she took, bare-footed, toward the windows. She pulled it open, and... saw nothing outside. That is, she could see clearly the paradisical landscape outside, clear skies and green palm trees and all that. There was, looking down, the hotel´s pool, and the stage where the DJs and music bands played a few dozen meters off to her left. But the strange thing was that there was no one around. She drew herself closer, until her G cups pressed against the cool glass through her top and even a little under it, but she saw and heard nothing. Nothing but nothing.
Making a face at how strange that was, Paula turned around and moved into her friends´ rooms. One after another, she found them empty. All the girls´ things were there, their clothes and the last things they had bought and did not bother putting away, and their beds were the mess you expected if you knew someone had been sleeping on them, but there was no trace of where they had gone. She thought there might be some clue in the small kitchen, a written note or something like that, but again... nothing.
“Ok... this is just weird.” Paula told herself aloud, in case she was not aware of it, before stepping out of the hotel flat and moving down the corridor to the one the boys were in. She was too confused and nervous to worry about her current state of undress. The girl knocked on the door and waited, hands on her hips, waiting for someone to answer. Consistent with the morning so far, though, there was no answer. “Ugh!” The confusion was starting to be replaced by frustration. Paula hurried back into her flat, thinking of turning the TV on, but then she remembered that there was no television in the flat at all. It was comfortable and well furnished, and even had a kitchen for people who preferred to cook for themselves than go down to the restaurant, but nobody really expected anyone to hang out in their rooms. Not with everything one could do outside.
Now she thought about it... the canteen had a TV, and it was always on. Paula grinned, running into her room, and shortly afterwards emerged with a couple additions to her current attire: a plain, white hanging top that hugged her breasts tightly and was a few inches longer than the black one underneath, and a pair of low-heel black sandals.
The way the girl figured it, she would either find out what the hell was going on... or get a free breakfast.
(Roleplay open to everyone)
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