>Rachel asks, "Well, what do you want to do now?"
>Ryan hmms, closing his eyes. "Are you drunk yet?"
>Rachel smirks. "After one screwdriver? Are you kidding?"
>Ryan laughs! "Well, it'll hafta do. We can always fix that later." He stands up
and leans forward, wrapping his arms around your waist.
>Rachel puts her arms over your shoulders, smiling at you. With a wink, she
says, "Besides, I'm a better lay when I'm not drunk."
>Ryan kisses you on the base of the neck. "Well, here's an idea for an
experiment. I can screw you when you're sober, then we can both get rip roaring
drunk, and screw each other again, and see which is better. Sound like a plan?"
>Rachel laughs. "All in the name of science, of course."
>Ryan smiles innocently. "Of course. That, and I've been dying to try out the hot
tub."
>Rachel says, "Mmmmm, I love those. It's been awhile since I've been in one."
>Ryan hmms, pulling you a bit closer. "Probably forgot your swimsuit. We'll
just... have to make do."
>Rachel rubs herself against you. "I like skinnydipping."
>Ryan gives you another kiss, a light peck on the lips. "Well, what're we waiting
for?" Without further adieu, he slips his hands down to your bum, and
unceremomiously hefts you up.
>Rachel wraps her legs around you, and kisses the side of your neck hotly.
>Ryan walks off. This is actually a bit more comfortable then it looks.
>be
You step into the bedroom.
Bedroom(#4318R)
Compared to the size and clutter of the living room, Ryan's bedroom is a nice
change of pace. A little more than two-thirds the size of the main room, it lacks
the massive amounts of text, although it does have a smaller TV (with video game
consoles, even).
The large bed is, of course, the central piece. It's king-sized, but rather
unornate, with patternless, masculine sheets and blanket. You might begin to
wonder why he has such a large bed; Ryan isn't all THAT big.
Anyway, a door near the entrance leads to the walk-in closet, filled mostly
with Ryan's usual attire of sweats and karate gi's. Another door leads off to his
deluxe bathroom, with large hot tub, even. Well, nobody said Ryan didn't like to
relax.
[Exits : (Li)ving room ]
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>Ryan arrives, with Rachel following behind.
>There's a small backpack on the floor next to your bed.
>Ryan looks over at the backpack. "That yours?"
>Rachel nods. "Yes. I thought I'd bring some things with me."
>Ryan sets you down. "Like what?"
>Rachel says, "Oh, fresh underwear, my toothbrush, stuff like that... among
other things..."
>Ryan raises an eyebrow. "I'll go start the water... pull out anything you need
to, hmm?"
>Rachel says, "I will."
>Rachel waits until you disappear into the bathroom, then goes for her pack.
>You hear water running in the background, and Ryan humming to himself.
>Rachel calls out to you, "When you have the water going, come back out here,
okay?"
>Ryan says, just loud enough to be heard through the wall, and over the sound of
the water, "Gotcha!" A moment later, he steps back out.
>Rachel poses, smiling at you. And is dressed much differently than when you
entered the bathroom.
>l rach
Rachel
A very attractive young woman, tall (178 cm, or 5'10") and athletic,
with short, feathery blonde hair, expressive blue eyes, and high-
cheekboned Caucasian features. She appears to be in her mid-20's.
Rachel is wearing a thin, filmy teddy, sheer enough that it does
nothing to conceal her body -- she somehow seems more erotically
exposed than if she were naked, with the way it displays her lean,
toned blend of sleek muscle and feminine curves. Her breasts, though
only average-sized, stand round and firm on her chest, with small,
pink, slightly-upturned nipples that poke at the see-through near-
nothingness draped over them. Her tummy is flat, her derriere compact
and nicely rounded, and her legs long and gracefully sculpted. A
neatly-trimmed triangle of wispy blonde does little to conceal her sex.
Carrying:
>Rachel asks, "Merry Christmas, lover. You want to know what your present is?"
>Ryan gives an obligatory wolf whistle. "Looks like I picked out the right gift."
He raises his eyebrow. "Isn't it supposed to be a surprise?"
>Rachel says, "I'm about to give it to you, actually..."
>Rachel slinks toward you...
>Ryan smirks. "Well, mind if I take a guess? Do I have to unwrap it?"
>Rachel grins. "Sort of. If you want to, that is. I don't have much extra
money yet, so I thought I'd give you something I knew you'd enjoy, that didn't
cost anything..."
>Ryan hmms. "The tub should be ready about now..."
>Rachel says, "Okay, but I haven't told you what I'm giving you, yet."
>Ryan raises an eyebrow. "Well, go right ahead."
>Rachel says, "Me. For the weekend. Anything you want goes, sexually. Your
wish is my command."
>Rachel grins, watching your reaction.
>Ryan goes wide eyed for a moment. "Hmm, certainly better than a new pair of
socks." He smiles. "First things first, then. I have the tub warmed up... might
as well get some use out of it, don't you agree?"
>Rachel nods. "Yes." And she quickly strips out of the teddy, smiling at you
all the while.
>Ryan walks over to you, and reaches forward, giving you a light kiss on your
right breast. "Head on in, I have to change..."
>Rachel says, "Right."
>Rachel goes into the bathroom and lowers herself into the tub.
>l me
Ryan(#831PBC)
-=-=- Ryan Tabbot -=-=-
The young man present before you certainly stands out against the mundane
masses of people. He's tall, perhaps a hair under 6', maybe a little more,
broad-shouldered and powerfully muscled, giving a notably impressive silhouette -
it's obvious he works out quite often (that, or he carries around bags of cement
in his spare time). As you focus in on his face, you note he's excruciating
handsome (no, really), clean-shaven, with blue eyes and upswept eyebrows. His
fine red hair is kept long, locks of it falling in front of his eyes, and the
rest tied-up into a pony-tail that cascades down to his waist. All in all, you
get the impression of a healthy specimen of mankind.
Oh my... the man is currently quite in the buff. Say what you will about his
intellect, or his ego, but Ryan is most certainly a very, very fit man. Every
muscle is sculpted to perfection; it's as if he were a greek sculpture come to
life. Not a blemish is to be found on his skin... wait, that isn't quite right,
there are some very faint scars across his torso, almost unnoticable, except
in... intimate circumstances. As for his 'equipment', it matches the rest of him,
more than functional, but not excessive.
Carrying: (Currency: 642 pesos)
>The water is nice and warm, almost body temperature... quite pleasant to lie
back in and rest. Ryan walks in shortly afterwards, now unclothed himself.
>Rachel returns your wolf-whistle. ^_^
>Ryan walks over to the rim of the tub. It's big enough for two people, three at
most... certainly cozy. He smirks, and poses, holding back a chuckle. "What do
you think?" Whether he's asking about the tub or himself isn't exactly clear.
>Rachel says, "If you mean the tub, I like it. If you mean you, I like that,
too, but it's nothing I haven't seen before."
>Rachel grins.
>Ryan puts his hand on his hips, and hmmphs. He says, half-joking, "But the tub's
new, eh?" With a smirk, he gives you little chance to reply before he steps in,
and leans forward, wrapping his arms around your torso.
>Rachel presses against you, her hardened nipples poking against your chest.
>Yes, but the rest of the breast does have a cushioning effect, hmm? The water
makes things a little more interesting.... it isn't QUITE deep enough to float
in, but the buoyancy is refreshing. Ryan gives you a kiss, not a light one like
before, but a real one, as he tries to lick your tonsils.
>Rachel kisses back, her own rising passion expressing itself in her enthusiasm.
One hand slips down to grasp your cock and gently stroke it...
>Ryan doesn't seem to mind; judging by the feel of things down there, he was
certainly waiting for it. Apparently Ryan's anaerobic... he doesn't bother to
come up for air as his tongue slides across yours. You do get a reaction of
sorts, though, as he presses even tighter against you, pressing himself against
your breasts...
>Rachel breaks the kiss, a little out of breath. "Wow, tiger... What brought
_that_ on...?"
>Ryan smiles. "You, babe... Need to break the hot tub in right, hmm?" He leans
forward to give you another light kiss, or attempts to, at any rate, on the base
of your neck
>Rachel tilts her head a little to give you more room. "Mmmmmm, I like that..."
>A small sequence of light kisses follow, from the base of your neck, up to your
cheek, even as he rubs your back.
>Rachel caresses your shaft, stroking just a little faster. "You really know how
to get to me, don't you..."
>Ryan hmms as he slides one of his hands down to your bum, to get more coverage,
perhaps. "Practice makes perfect, eh?" The water is quite refreshing, too.
>Rachel laughs. "I wouldn't quite say 'perfect'. but..."
>Ryan seems to be enjoying your grip on his member. Isn't quite as obvious,
though, until he shifts suddenly, the water in the tub shifting and spalshing
from the motion. After he breathes in, he mentions, "Well, I can sure try."
>Rachel smiles. "Keep practicing, then..."
>Ryan shifts back in the water, just slightly, as he moves his hands just a wee
bit forward, to rub your side. Leaning his head forward, he gives another kiss to
your collar... even as his right hand slips down, and two of his fingers glide
inside of you, in one fluid motion. Two can play that game, apparently.
>Rachel's insides are hot and slick, and very welcoming to your fingers. She
gasps slightly, and tenses for a second as she feels them entering her.
>Ryan says, half-jokingly, "I have you right where I want you..." Well, the
reverse might be true, too, but that's a different point. His fingers slip along
your inside, twisting and rubbbing.
>Rachel leans forward, her body depending on yours now for support, as she grinds
on your fingers. "I want you... ahhhh, ohyeahhhh..." Her grip on your cock
tightens a little.
>Ryan blinks. Luckily, it isn't exactly a delicate organ. He pulls you towards
him once again, his left hand slipping to your back even as his right plays with
you.
>Rachel isn't gripping _that_ hard, just a little harder than her easy caress,
before. Her fingers rub along your hard length, as she half-whispers, "I want
you... inside me... filling me up..."
>Ryan hmms, shifting again. If he has any objections, he doesn't voice them.
Indeed, he clears the way (if you will), sliding his fingers out of you. Not one
to let them go to waste, he rubs the inside of your thigh...
>Rachel tilts her head back, with a slight shiver, and parts her legs a little
further...
>Ryan doesn't need any further prodding... in the water, it's easy to maneuver
around, and with us so close, it takes only a moment for him to enter you,
assuming your own hand moves out of the way.
>Rachel guides you into her, her heat enveloping the head of your cock...
"Ohhhh..."
>Ryan wraps both of his arms around your torso now, clinging, perhaps, for dear
life as you press against him and him against you, and you surround him with your
body...
>Rachel says, "Ogod, I love the way that feels... Fuck me, lover. Give it to
me..."
>He seemed to have that intent in mind, thrusting his own hips, if a tad slowly,
even before you spoke. Now, he shifts again, moving us on our sides, and speeds
his movement. If you had anything else to say, Ryan cuts you off as he kisses
you, pressing against your lips...
>Rachel kisses you desperately, moaning into your lips, as she feels you moving
within her. She begins to move her hips in counterpoint to your thrusts,
grinding in a circular motion...
>Ryan should probably have made the water level in this thing a tad lower; the
motion is causing splashes over the side. That's what they invented tile floors
for, though. Ryan is a mix of kissing and touching as him, and you, slide in and
out, and around, and over. Ryan gets close, even as he savors the moment...
>Rachel tenses, her 'moment' approaching fast, as she continues to grind her hips
and kiss you, her hands exploring your back...
>Ryan's whole body sees to quiver at once, this fact quite obvious to you, as
your bodies press and grind against one another. His eyes close, half-lidded, for
a moment, as he comes inside you, that pleasurable release...
>Your first spurt sends Rachel over the edge with you, the muscles of her sex
rippling and fluttering around your shaft as she cries out, her noises muffled by
your lips as she bucks against you.
>Ryan holds you, even tighter than before, if that was possible, every countour
of your body pressed against his. His own thrusting slows, but he doesn't remove
his member even as it wanes, savoring the sensation of your pussy clenching and
caressing his shaft, and the joy of being inside you.
>Rachel pulls her lips from yours, as she gasps in a deep breath. "Ryan..." She
clings to you tightly, not wanting the moment to end just yet.
>Normal sensation returns to Ryan, even as he holds you against him. Body against
body... it's quite exquisite. He inhales, and replies with a simple, "Hmm...."
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