<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/6dSfWzO.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>James Martinez (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12388433#msg12388433)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Muir Woods National Monument, California | August 6, 2017 | 10:16 AM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Julie (Closed)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Adventure, Flirtation, Wondering<br/><hr/><br/>With the fake look of annoyance Julie gave him, James returned it with a big grin of his own. He could sense that she wasn't annoyed. Even though they had only just met. Her playfulness up till now, being a big clue-in. Few women like Julie, ever got annoyed by playfulness like his. It only got them more excited. The good kind of ladies didn't come around very often. Many were being corrupted and wasting their lives. The question remained. Was Julie one of the good ones or was she just going to end up on the list of flings? Thus, James savored the good ones. They didn't come around as often as he would have liked.<br/><br/>So far, she seemed interesting.<br/><br/>Her answer stalled him a few moments. She'd called herself English.<em>Oh, that kind of English</em>. He chuckled inwardly. American's always just called them Brits. Not entirely inaccurate, but some might consider it lazy. Especially when the United Kingdom had long been composed of several nationalities. She'd arrived from South Africa, too boot. Tempting to call it an English colony, with how much influence Great Britain had in the region during its formation, but no. It had been founded by the Dutch. Intriguing little tidbits, but James quickly pushed those away too focus on the lovely lady before him.<br/><br/>“Welcome to the United States, or just America, as us natives call it. Though, you probably already knew that.”<br/><br/>When she submerged and came up with her socks, shoes, and her shorts, James' mind quickly questioned which of two possible reasons she had done that. Was she simply making it easier to swim or did she have other 'reasons'? Perhaps both. James always played it cool and never let himself get excited. Until it was time to get excited. The thought of being near a lady with less than normal amounts of clothing, was always thrilling. Regardless if it meant sex was incoming or not. With Anna it wasn't always certain, as she enjoyed showing off her stunning body - it never ever got old gazing at that feminine creature. For some men, that might have diminished so called, 'lesser women', but not for James. He appreciated many different female body-types. Anna had a hard, slender, and sculpted body, but a soft lady was always pleasant as well.<br/><br/>Regardless of her intent, it didn't mean he couldn't get a bit undressed himself. With a smirk, he ducked under the water and came back up with his soggy socks and soaked shoes. He chucked them at the area where Julie's items had landed. Then he removed his shirt and threw it there as well. Revealing his sculpted torso. He did not have large bulky muscles like a showman. He had moderate muscle size. Yet every inch was honed. Taking the eyes for a savory and undulating ride. As they traveled up and down the hard curves of his biceps and the wide plateau and gentle fall of his pecs. Beneath the water, he sported immaculate six pack abs. Even with the distortion of the water playing tricks, so far, James looked to be carved from marble molded by Michelangelo himself. And Julie hadn't even gotten a clear view of him yet.<br/><br/>“America does not sport such wildness,” James replied almost sadly. “We still have bears, but most live in the north. Near the Canadian border. You'll never see a Grizzly in California. Black or brown bears, sure. We have Rattlesnakes, Cougars – though rare – and last year, a new but small pack of Wolves apparently ventured down in the most northern section of California. The older American's were quite efficient at removing the most of the threatening wildlife.”<br/>