Taking care of Tiffany

[Frenchgirl]

OOC
Tiffany, 24 yrs, dark blonde hair in a french knot, darkblue swimsuit.

looking for couple of muscled life guards.

IC

Tiffany walked along the beach, when she suddenly falls and hurts her ankle. A couple of bronzed life guards come to her rescue and carry her to their rescue post.

Her ankle really hurts and tears well up from her eyes, running down her cheeks. The life guards introduce theirselves as Matt and John. They let Tiffany sit down on a sofa and comfort her.

Matt installs him next to Tiffany and lays his tanned arm over her shoulders. John takes Tiffany's ankle on his lap and tenderly massages her ankle.

 

[nick126]

Matt the lifeguard

OOC : Matt is 6'1", has short dark hair, broad muscular shoulders and piercing green eyes. He's been lifeguarding for about a year at this beach, and he and John have become firm friends.

IC : #Another real cutie vists our lifeguard post !#, thinks Matt as he supports Tiffany's body against his shoulder. He takes a moment to survey the contours of her smooth tanned legs......

"Don't worry, John's magic hands'll sort you out "

Matt flashes his winning smile at Tiffany and squeezes her arm reassuringly

 

[Frenchgirl]

Tiffany

"Thanks guys, for helping me out." Tiffany sobbed. Untill now she didn't had noticed the well toned bodies of the life guards.
As the pain in her ankle echoed away, Tiffany saw she was in good hands. Really good hands. Matt had the figure of a greek god. Well toned, tanned, muscled, green eyes, brown hair.
"These guys are great looking." she thought.

"Oh, John, your massage is really working, I can feel the pain go away. You have golden hands and so strong. I bet you guys work out a lot." Tiffany said.

She turned her head towards Matt, who smiled at her and softly squeezed her arm. Tiffany gave him a smile back.
"Do you think it's broken?" she asked Matt.

 

[bighorse955]

John

John just smiles at her words while continuing his gentle but effective massage but all the while no missing the opportunity to gaze longinly at Tiffany's curvaceous form squeezed into her tight blue suit.

He thinks to himself how he might be able to have her....

 

[Frenchgirl]

Tiffany

"Well, John is the expert. What do you think John? Is her ankle broken?" Matt asked.

Tiffany looked at John who continued his massage. His hands massaged her ankle and the calves of her leg. Tiffany felt no more pain in her ankle.

"Your ankle is just fine, but you look a little tensed, probably because of the pain you felt. I just need to put a cooling spray on it. Do not try to stand up. I will cary you to the first aid room." John responded.

"Ok, that's fine by me." Tiffany said. She reached out to John's neck to put her arms around him. He put his arm under her knees and lifted her up.