Looking for fun in the afternoon, Open RP, no limits

MaryJaneLocust

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Hi this is going to be an open RP, with no limits. Looking for people that will be willing to have fun with this.

Setting:

Apartment building, downtown, where I am the manager, looking for hot young or old adults, with no inhibitions. Clothing optional in the building, and no kids.

Looking For:

Everyone,
Residents
Workers

Bring in a thread and have fun.
 
Sounds fun...

Name: tina
age:19
looks: Brown shoulder length wavy hair, big blue eyes, 34 d breasts, stunning face
she's a resident.

occ- is that ok?
 
Kyrie McAdams

Kyrie is a young lawyer, recently moved in. She seems shy and busy, but nice. she's built like a model on small scale - She is only about 5'1" but always wears extremely high heels and carries herself well to seem taller. Her hair is a midnight black, thick and perfectly straight, falling to the small of her back, when she has it down. She has a sweet angelic face, with large, leaf green eyes, making her look far younger than her 23 years. She has a definte classic, elegant style, and on days when she is home early (or drinking late) strains of classical piano float from her apartment. There are hints of her wilder, agressive side though, including the sleek sports car she parks in the garage.

Today she is 'working from home' - tanning by the pool with her laptop and cell phone, not paying attention to the quiet pool area and avoiding tan lines while typing furiously.
 
Josh Turner is an investor, he made his millions early daytrading on the internet and parlayed that money into various real estate holdings that create a significant residula income allowing Josh to do pretty much whatever he wants. He joined this complex for the adult culture and few restrictions.

Getting back from a private fencing lesson Josh decided to take a swim. Dropping his foils and protective gear off in his room He strips down and grabs a towel, loving the clothing free rules around this place. After a few laps he got out of the water, running his towel over his well toned figure, defined from hours of surfing, dancing, riding and whatever other activities caught his fancy. Josh dried out his brown hair and blinked his blue eyes, walking over toward the lounge chair section. Spotting a particularly luscious raven haired beauty he walks over and grins at her. She was short, but oh so lovely, and he was blocking her shade.

"You need some suntan lotion?" He asked. It was an age old ploy, but an effective one.
 
John

Recently separated, and getting a divorce, I had to move out of the house and leave the kids behind. Driving down the street by the water I saw a for rent sign in an apartment house, and went in and found the manager, a very attractive lady who told me about the swinging parties they had almost every weekend. Even before showing me the empty unit she showed me the "activity" room, which had a pool table but was mostly couches and bookshelves, and my imagination ran wild as I followed her to the one for rent, admiring her lovely ass, and asked her if she attended the parties too, to which she replied "of course I do"

Then once inside, she demurely said "if you rent this and move in before the weekend, I will be happy to be your date Saturday night"

I signed the papars promptly, as we stood on the patio looking over the water, and I asked her if people swam from here and she said "even though the neighbors can see, this is a clothing optional place, and the swimming is usually nude.

The she asked if I would like to test the water, and the double entrende overwhelmed me as we both started to undress.
 
Matt

Matt climbs out of the taxi, stretching his legs and back, hefting his suitcase and looking up at the building before him. He looks down at a little piece of paper, then back at the number on the building. With a nod, he seems to affirm that he has found the right place. He wasn't too sure about this, but his mom said his cousin Tina wouldn't mind him stopping in for a visit on his way to college.

Heading to the door, he scans the boxes listing the tenants, finally finding the one that belongs to his cousin Tina. Pushing the button for the buzzer, he waits for her to answer.



OOC:

Age: 19
Hair: Dark brown
Eyes: Green
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 175
Build: Athletic

Hope you don't mind playing with a cousin shexay_xx :), if so, I'll find another playmate as I visit my cousin
 
jake

Jake was a studio musician who worked out of his apartment. He had a wide array of instraments. The drum kit he had set up had taken some convincing of the manager of the complex to let him have it there. The rule was he could only play it between 12 and 3pm when most of the residents would be at work or more than likely at least awake.

He didn't mind the place was large and nice and he never had any problems with anybody conplaining.
Today he had to drop off his rent though and he left his apartment early to get over to the managers place before she took off somewhere.

He rapped on her door, the envelope in his hand.
 
Rex

Rex was the resident handy man in his mid 40's. He had worked around the complex since he graduated from high school attending night classes at the community college. Never married, confused about his sexual preference as he ages. Being the handy man he had plenty of opportunities over the years to satisfy his sexual desires and acted on many. Fixing more than broken air conditioners and squeeky hindges. His hair had started to grey but his labor kept him in pretty good shape. His hands were rough from all the years of work around the complex, but his demeanor was very soft.
Working in a complex such as this gave him plenty of time to hone his voyeuristic skills.
 
Shan

Humming the last rehearsal tune softly under her breath, Shan came around the corner of the complex’s high walls, her gear bag in one hand and a canvas sack of groceries in the other. Her ballerina’s feet tapped out a rhythm, her arms drawing against her as she pirouetted, going en pointe in her battered tennis shoes before launching into a graceful plie towards the wrought iron gate into the building.

Shan, a simple, shy, retiring Chinese-American girl, gave a little prayer of gratitude each day she returned home. The apartment her friend had let her take over lease on was in a private, no-kids complex with a huge inner courtyard containing a pool, hot tub, and plenty of gorgeous plants. Her apartment itself was small, but being a professional ballerina left her little money anyways, and she was thankful enough to have a place full of quiet, industrious adults.

After a grueling six hours of non stop rehearsal with the troupe, she had showered briefly and switched into lightweight shorts and a tank top for the trip home. The corner market had enticed her with its fruit display, and in her grocery tote were six yogurt cups and about eight pounds of fruit – her only real indulgence in the world of scrimping pennies and unending, fanatical work.

Still humming under her breath, she shimmied up to the gated entrance and found a towering brown haired Caucasian standing in the entryway, a bag slung over his shoulder. Compared to her sleek, slender 5’2 he seemed immense, and she inwardly cringed as he was almost three times as wide as her. Tucking the wayward strands of her waist length curtain of black hair behind her ears, she tried to take a strengthening breath before moving closer.

Pausing to awkwardly put both bags on her left arm, she dug inside her tote with the right until she emerged with her chiming ring of keys.

“Excuse me, are you looking for someone?” she asks softly, politely.
 
Kyrie McAdams

She noticed when the sun stopped warming her skin and could only smile at the line. "You need some suntan lotion?" She was laying on her stomach, and she turned to look at the speaker over her shoulder, seeing the figure in silhouette until she shielded her eyes.

She looked to her bottle of lotion and then back to the man in front of her, enjoying what she saw. She had seen him around the complex, but like most ofher neighbors, hadn't had the time to really introduce herself. She nodded, "Its probably about time for some, I wouldn't want to burn. Would you be so kind?" Her voice was cultured and gentle, but her smile had begun to have a wicked edge to it as she laid back down, saving her document and setting her laptop on the nearby table.

"I'm Kyrie..."
 
Patrick Sean Kelly

Lucky enough to have been one of the first buyers, Patrick (Sean to those that know him) got one of the ground floor units with a sliding door facing the large courtyard. This meant not only easy access to the pool and hot tub, but a fantastic view of all the wild activities that took place around the clock (and allowed anyone to see into his apartment).

At 43, divorced three times, he still got looks even though he thought he'd gotten a bit of a beer belly. He was comfortable in his 6', 210 lb. frame, and took full advantage of the building's clothing optional policy. His auburn hair and goatee always lightened during the summer, and his blue/green eyes sparkled in the bright sunlight.

Emerging from his apartment, he carried a pitcher of strong frozen margaritas and a stack of glasses.

"Who needs a cold drink?"
 
Aimee

OOC:
Aimee James
Age: 21
Hair: blonde, shoulder-blade length
Eyes: pale green
Height: 5'4''
Body: slim, athletic, multiple tattoos and piercings

IC:
Aimee stepped out of her apartment and into the courtyard. She had moved in recently and hadn't had much time to get to know people. She was renting the apartment while she worked and went to school full time. She was on vacation now, though, and felt it was time to get out a little.

Aimee wandered over to a chair near the pool and stretched out. She wasn't worried about tanning; she was pale and never got any color, so she was dressed in a blue sundress rather than a bikini, like the average sunbather. She carried with her a book, too, one she had meant to read but had never had the chance.

She smiled quietly as a man came out, offering drinks. Since moving in, she had gotten used to the clothing optional policy, though she chose to wear them anyway. It wasn't that she was uncomfortable in the nude- she had the build of a model, and had been very close to choosing a career in gymnastics, rather than psychology. She was very proud of her body and loved to show it off- she just preferred the process of becoming nude to starting out completely nude.
 
"I'm Josh," He replied, sitting on the edge of the lounger and spraying some lotion on her belly. Josh's hands were slow and firm, rubbing her belly with strong, slow strokes, looking into Kyrie's amazing green eyes. Josh smiled.

"So Kyrie," Josh asked after a few minutes, trying to decide if he should go north or south, "What do you do that you can spend an afternoon by the poolside?"
 
Kyrie McAdams

She smiled, stretching slowly and enjoying his touch.

"Its rare, I'm a lawyer, but all I had today was phone conferences and research that I have a couple of good databases electronically for. And its a gorgeous day, so I took the opportunity. What about you, Josh?"

She focused on him, her skin soft and warm under his fingers, and her expression giving him no hints beyond a slightly mischievious smile.
 
Josh's hands moved up, coating the undersides of her breasts with white suntan lotion, then moving around them in circles, at the base of her boobs, slowly, ever so slowly starting to climb towards her nipples. Josh smiled at her, feeling his cock getting arder, a normal reaction under the circumstances.

"I'm in real estate, it's not nearly as interesting as what you do, I'm sure. Tell me more, what do you like?"
 
Kyrie McAdams

She arched her back, pressing her breasts into his hands as his strong fingers worrked the lotion into her skin. Her nipples were hardening in anticipation and she could feel her pussy go moist and warm.

"Mmm... what do I like? Fast cars, good parties, good company, skinny dipping and Chopin."

She ran her fingers over his hands and gently up his arms, caressing the muscles of his shoulders while he slid his fingers to her nipples.

"What about you, what do you like?"
 
Rex was busy trimming the bushes and weeding around the pool trying to finish before the residents got home. He notices Jake as he hurries out of his apartment to pay his rent. Rex looks at his watch and thinks (its just like clockwork, every month, same day, same time). but he appereciates the music that comes from Jake's apartment. Rex also chuckles to himself as he watches Jake scurry by the new resident and the manager as they disrobe.So intent on his mission he misses the scene starting to unfold.

Rex also is keeping a watchful eye on the stranger at the gate and the beautiful little ballerina making sure she is safe.

Seeing Sean emerge from his patio with a pitcher of his magical margaritas as he has seen so many times over the years and watching Josh start to lather Kyrie with lotion set a situation in his mind from yesteryear.

20 years ago the manager was a male that forbid Rex to mingle with the residents. The raitio of men to women was 1-4. the manager liked it that way because it gave him a greater chance with the women of the building. The old puss gut needed all the help he could.
There was this one resident that rex couldn't keep his eyes off of her name was Corrine. She always tanned between 11 and 2 before the residents came home from work. Light olive skin, shoulder length jet black hair, firm b cup breasts. She always tanned topless and never removed her bottoms. I could tell by the camel toe of her suit that she had a wonderful looking pussy.
Rex always managed to work in the area she tanned, he would weed around the pool always talking to the dirt to avoid getting the ax from the manager.
She was very pleasant to talk to, with a low raspy feminie voice.
Rex would always take his lunch break around 1:30 so he could return to his apartment and masterbate while looking at her out of his apartment window.
She was well aware of the ritual and always aligned her chair so her pussy was pointed directly at the window,slowly moving her legs together and apart.
Sean had emerged early from his apartment that day with his magical margaritas and planted his butt next to Corrine. I could tell that she was being pleasant to him and accepted his margaritas and even allowed him to lather her back with suntan lotion. But, I could sense that she wanted to finish the ritual we shared. She sat up and took her drink to her apartment. Rex's dick went limp.
 
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Sean

Walking over to the tattooed young lady, he filled a cup and offered it to her. "You must be new here, haven't seen you around. I'm Sean. Drinks are on me today." He took out his lotion and started rubbing his arms. "My Irish skin burns to a crisp in the sun. I think this is a 900 .....no sun gets through. You need some?"
 
"your breasts for starters, they feel so perfect under my hands."

Josh grinned, pressing down on her nipples with his palms, kneeding the lotion into her breasts.

"Country songs, 89's music, some classical, video games, fencing, horseback riding, scuba diving, parachuting, rock climbing, surfing, reading books, and basically any other way I can find to spend the day."

Letting one hand off her breasts Josh picks up the suntan lotion and puts a big dab on the mound above her pussy. Grinning he starts to rub it in, his fingers rubbing over her outer lips, careful not to get any lotion inside, and inner thighs.

Gotta be thoroughyou know."
 
Aimee

She smiled at the man as she sat up and took the drink he offered. "Thank you. And, yes...I'm fairly new. I moved in a little bit ago, though I've been so busy with school I haven't had time to socialize at all." She took a sip of the drink and smiled. "Thank you, Sean. This is wonderful. Oh, I'm Aimee, by the way." She gave him a long look. "I know what you mean about Irish skin...mine tends to be the same way. Lotion would be great..."
 
Matthew

"Oh Hi..." Matthew says, stepping off to the side and out of the way. He smiles seeing the beautiful Oriental girl in front of him.

"Ummmm, I'm looking for my cousin..."

As he stands there smiling, he realizes that doesn't help much, smacks himself in the forehead and says, "My cousin Tina that is, I think she lives here."
 
Shan

Shan laughed softly, tilting her head to give the guy before her a bemused look as she stood for a moment, awkwardly balancing her bags and the ring of keys.

"I apologize, I do not know of a young lady named Tina - but, I do not know very many people here yet, as I have not been around long enough." Her voice was soft, the words stilted and hesitating, yet polite to the extreme. She inclined her head politely, gesturing at the ring of keys in her hand. "However, if you know what apartment she is in, I will be happy to walk you over - but, you have to help me unlock the gate, first," she said, laughing softly at her own predicament.

Her head still tilted to the side, she waited, gnawing on her lower lip, the faintest of frowns drawing her two slender ebony eyebrows together over her clear, fathomless black eyes.

"Um, please?" she asked meekly.
 
Jake sighed and turned away from the door. She must be gone already, damn, that meant his rent would be late again. He shrugged and headed back to his apartment.
On the way he walked past the pool and saw the woman that lived two doors down from him, Kyrie. She was talking to someone, and Jake stopped to watch for a second, he'd always thought Kyrie was beautiful.
He saw the man start to massage her with suntan lotion. Then the guy grabbed her tits!
"Holy Fuck!" Jake murmured. God what he would do to have been able to just walk up to a girl like kyrie and start fondling her tits.
Jake looked around and ducked behind a bush before they saw him. He wondered if they were going to fuck. That'd be fucking crazy out here in the open like this.
 
Kyrie McAdams

She moaned softly as he finished massaging her breasts, a quick intake of breath at the cool lotion on her mound and a daring smile as his fingers spread the lotion over her pussy lips and inner thighs.

"Are you so through with all your hobbies, Josh, or did I do something to deserve special attention?"

She did nothing to stop him, and sighs of her arousal were subtle, but evident, the blush in her cheeks and lips, her nipples hard in the warm summer sun, the scent of her pussy as she grew wet under his fingers.
 
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