OOC: Like to try a one on one - open to suggestions

[His Whimsicality]

OOC: male, 6'1, early 20s, sinewy, pale skin, greenish eyes, coppery hair. Who´d like to play with me (handle: Bruce) and what would you like to do? My first time here but I have plenty of fantasy.

 

[LittleRedDevil]

OOC: I would love to play. I'm up for some fantasy, or reality, or anything that comes in between.

 

[His Whimsicality]

OOC: As I said, I´m open to suggestions (partly because I´m clueless). If you´ve got anything in mind, any fantasy, tell me.

 

[His Whimsicality]

OOC: How about that: picnic at a small lake in the middle of nowhere, trees all around us, warm spring day, water temperature 17°C.

 

[LittleRedDevil]

OOC: Sounds like fun. Would you like to start the thread, or shall I?

 

[His Whimsicality]

OOC: I think I will. Don´t forget that you´re my eyes and my ears, I´ll try to be yours. But before we get started, you need to give me your handle and a rough description of what you look like (details later).

 

[LittleRedDevil]

OOC:

My character:

Molly, 21yo, 5'7, 36c-30-38, honey blond hair, violet eyes.

Would you like it to be a casual meeting of friends, a blind date, two old lovers? Maybe a meeting of strangers drawn to each other? How would you like to proceed?

 

[His Whimsicality]

OOC: Let´s just say that we know each other and that we also know why we´ve come to that remote little lake I want to leave the background diffuse. Unless you´ve got any questions left, I´m going to start the story.

 

[LittleRedDevil]

OOC: No questions, go right ahead and start.

 

[His Whimsicality]

OOC: ok

IC: It´s a very warm and cloudless spring day at around 11 am. Both you and I are just approaching the pebbly shore of the faraway lake at which we´ve decided to spend the day together, all the necessary picnic paraphernalia with us. I decide for a sunny place near the lake to spread the two blankets we´ve brought with us and settle down comfortably, beckoning for you to sit beside me. I put my backpack down from my shoulders and lie back completely, dressed in my blue jeans with a matching blue jeans jacket and white t-shirt, smiling upwards into your face, wondering what you´ve brought for lunch in your picnic basket.

 

[His Whimsicality]

OOC: tell me exactly what you´re wearing

 

[LittleRedDevil]

Molly

I sat next to Bruce, the pinic basket in front on me. My little blue sundress billowed around me as I tucked my legs beneath me. I smiled at him, and tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear. "I hope you like pasta salad. It's about the only thing I can make well. That and ham sandwiches."

I had thought to wear tights, but the day was so beautiful, I had left them off, my silky legs bare to his gaze and the sun. I reached into the basket and pulled out a bottle of champange and two glasses. "Would you like a glass?"

 

[LittleRedDevil]

OOC: I'm going out of town, but I'll be back on Sunday. See you then.

 

[His Whimsicality]

Bruce

'Molly, don´t you think it´s a little bit early for alcohol?', I ask you playfully, but I take the proffered glass and wait for you to pour, all the time watching the contours of your body through your skimpy dress. The sunlight makes your smooth legs gleam, and just as you finish my glass, I reach out with my other hand and touch the inside of your legs, slowly, slowly sliding my fingers up towards your love triangle. I sit up too now, and my hand disappears under your dress, truly curious as to what it is going to find there.

 

[LittleRedDevil]

His hand on my leg sent shivers up my spine. It had been a tough decision this morning, but modesty had won out, and I put on a pair of plain white cotton panties.

I smiled innocently at Bruce as his hand reached my panties. His groan was a slight chuckle. "You never make anything that easy, do you Molly?"

I kissed his ear, my tongue darting out to lick it playfully. "Of course not, what fun would that be?" my breath tickled his ear, and I kissed a path down his neck. "Don't you enjoy the hard way?"

 

[His Whimsicality]

OOC: Don´t let Bruce do any talking, that´s my part.