Name: 11<br/>Time: Day 1, Afternoon<br/>Location: Sector 3 Social Zone<br/>Tagging: 4<br/>Notes/Warning: Icebreaker!<br/><hr/><br/>She felt the lips open and she breathed into them. A cool breath of air into the hot steamy mouth before her tongue licked his lips. Salty. Tenatively she poked her tongue into her partner’s mouth. She had not been so bold in a very long time and there was a certain thrill there. His hands exploring her face, feeling the delicate soft skin and the long hair she had. She could feel him supporting her easily with an arm, more than a little amazed at the strength of her partner. Or perhaps she was lighter than she thought at this moment. It wasn’t something she normally concerned herself with.<br/><br/>She stopped as the recording started again and broke off. Her face going warm at the instructions. Undress? Him? Her? She shook her head and pulled back, pushing herself to arms length and biting her lip. She just got this swimsuit and even if she wanted to take it off… she was far too short to take off his clothing even if she wanted to. Did she want to? She could feel a heat inside her tummy. Something that was normally reserved only for her lover. “I-I’m sorry,” she stammered looking away from her still blindfolded partner. “T-this was a mistake.” She didn’t think the icebreaker would turn into this.<br/><br/>She could easily extract herself from this situation but still she hung there, supported by his arm around her waist. She owed it to her friend to continue. Didn’t she? Wasn’t that the purpose of this event? Of this island? To meet new people? To explore contact with people she would normally not see in her day to day life? Her leg caressed her partners, exploring the muscled thigh with a cool petite foot. It wasn’t anything special what she wore but this was her friends monokini (https://normakamali.global.ssl.fastly.net/media/catalog/product/cache/245x435/h/a/haltersweetheartmio-smallredrose-front-mannequin_4.jpg). She pulled closer to him, her body thrumming and pulsing with nerves. “T-this is-isn’t mine,” she whisper. “P-please be gentle.”