The Lounge's Summer Pool Party

[Britwitch]

As you leave the garden and near the coast there is a cool breeze to help take the edge of the heat and all are welcome at the ocean side spot to mix and mingle and be with one another.

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A bar is well stocked, as is the kitchen, and there are changing facilities of a high quality along with accommodation for those that want to stay for a while.
And the pool is open 24 hours a day.

Take a dip in the ocean - the coral in the nearby reef is stunning and there are many nearby huts out in the shallows perfect for more private moments - or simply lounge by the pool and top up your tan, the choice is yours.

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All the management want is that you relax and enjoy yourself.

After all, it's finally summer!

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[Britwitch]

Bare feet pad across the boards, moving quickly as the wood has gotten quite hot under the glare of the summer sun, and then there's a splash almost at the same time as a towel hits the deck where their feet just left with a soft thump.

Silence follows for several long moments before the sound of that same someone breaking the surface of the water with a gasp and a grateful sigh is heard.

The first visitor of the summer season swims to the side of the pool and, hooking her arms over the side, watches the ocean. Finding much needed calm in the movement of the waves. Later she would lay out on a lounger and see what delicious concoctions the young man behind the bar could create for her. But for now all she needed was the sea view and the sun on her freckled shoulders.

"Oh, this was a very good idea."

 

[thestruggle]

Her entrance is sneaky but then, she's still finding stray spring flowers in the loose strands of her hair. Gardens. They always swallow her. Now, though, she plans on finding a different sort of escape. The beaded flat sandals on her feet scuff against the worn - but still lovely - wood of the deck. A couple of toe rings, nails painted a deep-hued blue to match deeper waters, and she's sufficiently pleased with her summer appeal. Same old navy bikini with the means to disguise her utter lack of tan - possibly helped along with the scraggly, homemade tank top in black with the words "LEGALIZE PUSSY" blaring from the front. Her fingers twist at the button that holds her cut-offs around her hips, and the zipper slinks down. The sandals, too, come off.

She lowers herself to the space between the wall and the sectioned fence that keeps her from the ocean. Her feet aren't in the water yet, though - the sunset is playing out spectacularly, and she lets her mind wander. For a little while, anyway.

 

[barefootgirl69]

I follow the path from the Garden to the beach house. I can smell the salt in the air and hear the waves lapping gently as they roll on shore. Walking around the corner of the house in my bare feet, I see there are already two guests enjoying the fresh air and cool water. It's been hot, and a swim in the pool is what I need to cool off! I wave at the guests and then walk over to the bar to get a raspberry lemonade. Smiling at him as I take the tall glass from his hand, our fingers brush against one another. I'm sure it was just an accident... but, one can always hope. I take the chaise lounge near the fence and slip off my sundress. I'm glad that I wore my coral bathing suit, my tan needs a little work. Sitting back, I pick up my drink and watch the ocean.

 

[StrangeView]

I'd found the place earlier, but hadn't felt like company, so a stroll along the shore seemed in order. As I walk slowly back, it looks like brit has arrived.

 

[Britwitch]

Slow and steady strokes bring her towards the land. She's not entirely sure how long she's been swimming, but it felt so good to be out in the ocean.

Reaching the small jetty she pulls herself up the ladder and only just resists the urge to shake herself off like her lovable labrador, instead picking up her towel from where she left it and using it first to chaff her short hair until it's sticking up from her head in soft spikes and then running the cotton across her back and down her legs to catch some of the droplets there. She wasn't anywhere near being dry but the sun would help and besides, she might well be back in the water before long anyway.

She hung her towel over the railing to flutter in the sea breeze, letting blue eyes linger on the sight of the ocean before her in the process. Turning her back on it for now and leaving damp footprints behind her she padded around towards the bar. Something fruity and cold was in order.

 

[StrangeView]

Brit in her swimsuit is a fine sight on a summer's evening, as she pads down the jetty towards the bar. I feel quite out of place in cargo shorts, Joan Armatrading tour tee shirt, and wayfarer shades, but I suppose I'll do for now. As I head up the beach towards the bar, I wonder who else might already be here?

 

[RedDeeDee]

She pauses for a moment, luxuriating in the freedom she feels when she wiggles the toes of her bare feet. The action puts a mischievous smile on her face that seems perfectly at home there. She makes a small adjustment to the sari she has wrapped around her hips, and gives a tug to her bikini top, to make sure everything is in place. Taking a deep breath of the salty air, she smiles as she walks up to find a seat by the pool.

 

[StrangeView]

I notice a few fine ladies enjoying the evening sun around the pool, one of which looks familiar, but no sign of Brit. The bar seems well stocked, so I order a bottle of Red Stripe to cool me off. As I turn around and survey the pool area, I wonder where I should sit?

 

[fr33ks33k]

*Midday sun leaves very few shadows to hide in but he manages to pick his way through them on his way to the bar. The heat is a bit oppressive and a cold beverage is just the thing needed to take the edge off. Glancing about, various guests in various states of dress and paying various states of attention to the others. He chuckles softly and sets about making his drink.

A tall glass, six ice cubes and a long pour of sun-steeped sweet tea accompany him to the last step of the stairway leading to the ocean.

His eyes are veiled behind sunglasses, but they are full of contentment. A low sigh of relaxation exits him after a long drink of tea and the shock of the cool ocean water lapping at his feet and calves. The sound of the tide is followed by the softest of sea breezes, salty and calming. A faint smile curls one corner of his mouth.*

This is the life...