Closed thread. Another adventure of Bill Rand. Please enjoy.
Bill Rand
Age: 46
Height: 5' 10"
Hair: Dark, loosely curly
Build: Athletic
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He was doing it again.
Dammit, Bill, you really need to grow up a little.
But the thought only made him shift his gaze momentarily to look out at the clear water of the Mediterranean before returning his attention to the rather striking pink of the young girl's bikini, which stood out even among the other swim costumes on the gravelly beach.
Of course, it wasn't the suit as such that really made the view interesting. Bill really had no clue how bikinis were sized, but in his mind, this particular girl's measurements fell into the category of "more than a handful", which wasn't usually his preference, but on her it... worked.
He could just imagine the wonderful things that gravity would do, should the teen's top ever chance to come undone.
Wait... teen?
Actually, yes. Probably.
And dammit, he was still looking at her breasts as though he were a teen himself.
Of all the...
Bill swallowed and, with a deliberate effort, looked up at the girl's face. Because she'd been walking in his general direction, and now she was close enough to hear him easily, should he say anything, and there was nothing to do except the obvious: Pretend that she hadn't just caught him staring, and hope that his lechery hadn't caused offense or even fear.
Though she didn't seem afraid.
"Buon giorno, Signorina!" he said as cheerfully as he could manage, still fighting not to let his focus dip below her neckline once again.
Bill Rand
Age: 46
Height: 5' 10"
Hair: Dark, loosely curly
Build: Athletic
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He was doing it again.
Dammit, Bill, you really need to grow up a little.
But the thought only made him shift his gaze momentarily to look out at the clear water of the Mediterranean before returning his attention to the rather striking pink of the young girl's bikini, which stood out even among the other swim costumes on the gravelly beach.
Of course, it wasn't the suit as such that really made the view interesting. Bill really had no clue how bikinis were sized, but in his mind, this particular girl's measurements fell into the category of "more than a handful", which wasn't usually his preference, but on her it... worked.
He could just imagine the wonderful things that gravity would do, should the teen's top ever chance to come undone.
Wait... teen?
Actually, yes. Probably.
And dammit, he was still looking at her breasts as though he were a teen himself.
Of all the...
Bill swallowed and, with a deliberate effort, looked up at the girl's face. Because she'd been walking in his general direction, and now she was close enough to hear him easily, should he say anything, and there was nothing to do except the obvious: Pretend that she hadn't just caught him staring, and hope that his lechery hadn't caused offense or even fear.
Though she didn't seem afraid.
"Buon giorno, Signorina!" he said as cheerfully as he could manage, still fighting not to let his focus dip below her neckline once again.
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