Summer Catch

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Lindsay:

I couldn't believe that my parents had convinced me to come with them this summer. I was 18 and fresh out of high school, and here I was spending my final summer before college at a family resort. What kind of fun would this be? Sure, the chateau we were staying in was gorgeous, and there were plenty of pools, hot tubs, and even a private beach for the resort patrons, but I was also surrounded by families--moms and dads and their bratty little kids. I was sure that I was the only person my age in the whole damned place, and now I was stuck here for a whole month.

The first morning there, I woke up early and decided to make the best of it. At least I'd go to college with a killer tan. I took a quick shower and then stepped into my white bikini. It wasn't all that daring, just a bandeau top and a bottom that barely dipped below my belly button. I looked myself over in the mirror, tying my dark hair up in a knot to make sure it didn't get overly dirty while I tanned on the beach. I had a nice figure, since I'd always been an athlete in school. Basketball, track, and gymnastics had given me a sculpted body, and even though I was rather toned, I still had full C cup breasts and a tight round ass.

Wrapping a towel around my waist, I grabbed my oil and my new book and headed out the back of our private house. I followed the trail down over the dunes to the beach that was located a few minutes away. I smiled when I realized I had the beach to myself, and I spread my towel and then sat down. I coated my skin in the coconut smelling lotion and then rolled onto my stomach to start reading.


OOC:

I'm looking for someone to play my seducer...a member of the staff, around my age, and perferably someone my ritzy parents wouldn't approve of. :) Any takers? No control or master/slave type play though, I'd rather this be a love story eventually. Just a very HOT love story.
 
Love and Lust

Hello there. My name is Joey, I am a 26 yr old on LIT. I am not a very acctive memeber, but I read your psot here and was very intrested in it. I am 5'8" 160 lbs, tan body, thin/cut build, blue eyes and brown hair. I would love to be invited to join you in this story of seduction and love and lust.....
 
Shay Miller

He walks around at the chateau and sees all the new guests and he walks with his gothic metal head attire, he wore the usual worker uniform, but he had a tongue ring and had a metal spike through his labret and three earrings in his right ear and two in his left, his arms were sleeved with tattoos and he had a whole lot more under his clothes. He walked around and did not care for these people; they treated him like shit anyways. He mainly just ignored all of them unless they needed something, but that was everyday life for him. He put his hat on to cover his black and red hair and he looked around with his red eyes that had contacts in, but he always hid them behind his sunglasses. He walked out to the balcony, he straightened his spike bracelets and looked out the window to see a dark haired women walk to the beach, his eyes were wide with awe as he was stunned by the beauty. He wondered who she was, but he would find out. He saw the older people and knew that they would think that he was an illiterate dummy. But Shay didn’t care, he would have to find out who that attractive woman was.
 
Lindsay:

I must have dozed off, because when I woke up I could tell the sun was higher in the sky. My back was stinging already, and I cursed under my breath as I realized I'd probably just given myself sun poisoning or something of the sort. I stood up, frustrated, and wrapped my towel around me once again. "No sense in burning the other side," I thought to myself, heading back toward our summer house.

Once there, I took a cool shower and had my mother apply aloe to my reddened back. It hurt, but it wasn't as bad as I had thought it would be. Dressing in a pale pink sundress and low strappy sandals, I joined my parents in the main house for lunch. While we sat at our table, I noticed a man in the corner of the room who seemed to be watching me. He had a few too many piercings and was wearing his sunglasses even though we were inside. His head was covered by a hat with the resorts logo and I knew that he must be a employee here. I smiled at him, just to be nice, and when he didn't smile back, I lowered my gaze to my lap. Maybe he wasn't looking at me after all. Since his eyes were not visible it was hard to tell. However, my heart was beating faster, and I swallowed as I lifted my eyes back to his covered ones.

My mother's voice snapped me out of my reverie and I tore my stare away from the stranger's face to try to pay attention to what she was saying.

"There's a dance tonight honey, for all the teens in the resort. Maybe you should go. Get to know some of the people here your age."

I just nodded and looked back toward my mystery man, but he was gone. I felt sad, yet I didn't know why. I had to know who he was, no matter the consequences.
 
Shay

He walked away from the sight of the beautiful women; he just shook his head at the thought of talking to her. She was probably a stuck up snob from the looks of her parents, but who was I to judge, I was a Goth freak. Who was I joking she would never talk to the likes of me. He walked outside to the patio and took a cigarette out and his Zippo and lit it and started to smoke, he looked to the cigarette and thought he was only 22 and he was smoking, but he liked it when he was stressed or had a lot on his mind. He looked over to the beach and wondered what was truly out there, and if he would ever find out. Constant thoughts of that woman kept intruding into his mind.

“Who are you Women?”

He was speaking to himself and trying to figure what his thoughts were.
 
Lindsay:

I finished my salad, and even though my parents were still eating, I asked to be excused. My father sighed, but he nodded his consent. "I want you to be back in time for dinner though, Lindsay," he stated, "there are some people I'd like you to meet."

"Okay father, I'll be back in time, I promise." I folded my linen napkin and put it on the table, then stood to leave.

"Be careful, Lindsay and stay out of trouble." My mother called after me as I left the dining room. God, how I hated her overprotective ass sometimes. I mean, hell, I was 18, not 8. And what kind of trouble could I get into here anyway?

I strolled onto the patio, hoping that I'd see someone my age for once. Sitting on one of the padded benches that lined the edges of the huge deck, I looked around. That's when my eyes found him again. And this time, he WAS looking at me.

I shifted nervously, and crossed and then uncrossed my legs. They were trembling for some reason, and I squeezed my knees together to stop the shaking. When I looked at him again, he was heading my way.
 
Shay

He sat there smoking and he heard someone come up behind him and he turned and he saw it was that woman, my god she was even more beautiful up close than from a far. Shay just stared at her and she stared back at him.

“Ummmmm, Hello, is there something I can do for you?”

He thought that she would bark orders at him cause she was rich and always got things her way probably. He hated people like that; people that showed him no respect could go and kiss his Gothic ass. He stood there smoking kind of nervously as he saw her cross and than recross her legs as she looked his body up and down. Shay was really nothing to look at, he was 5’7”, 155 lbs, and he wore a lot of spikes and black clothes. She was probably looking at something behind him.
 
Lindsay:

"Hi. Umm, no there's nothing you can do for me. I was just wondering if there was anyone else here that was my age. So far, you're the only one over 12 and under 40. I didn't mean to disturb you." I said, nervously smoothing my skirt over my legs again.

He was an odd one, someone I'd never have looked at on the street. But here, he was probably my only hope for any kind of fun this summer. I'd better not blow it.

"My name's Lindsay," I said, "What's your name?"
 
Shay

He looks to the beautiful women and he lets a smile out. She had a beautiful voice, she sounded like she could be a singer.

“My name is Shay Miller, and no there is only older people here, at least that is what I think, I have not seen any other younger kids. But I don’t leave the house too much, so I couldn’t tell yeah. And no you were not disturbing me, here do you smoke?”

He offered a cigarette to her and he smiled again at her.

“Its so good to see that there is a beautiful woman here that I can talk to and not have boss me around, or at least that you don’t seem like that type. So what are you plans here?”

He looked kind of shy as he spoke to you. He just stared at you through his dark sunglasses.

“So how long do you plan on staying here? Where are you from? Sorry I am playing 20 questions with you. Just trying to get to know you that is all. You can tell me to shut up if you want; I hear that all the time, so I don’t really care.”
 
Lindsay:

"Well, my name is Lindsay, I'm 18, and my parents forced me to come here. I wanted to stay home with my friends before I started college, but the parents weren't so agreeable. So, here I am, stuck. What about you? And, by the way, I'd never tell you to shut up. I'm not the type. "

I wished he would take those damned sunglasses off. I hated not being able to look people in the eyes when I talked to them.
 
Shay

He finds that her name is Lindsay and he continues to look her over slowly with his eyes, he offered her a smoke.

“That is a pretty name, do you smoke, if you do here you can have one.”

He throws his pack on the table before you and smiles at you again..

“Well I am glad you are here, maybe we can make something of this summer after all, there is not much to do around here other than relax. I am here cause I get paid good to stand around and do nothing and I get a nice place to stay in, I live in the pool house in the back, it’s a nice place. So what are your plans for today.”

He is enjoying talking to you as he just continues to smile at you, he puts his smoke out and smashes it into a ashtray.
 
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