<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/27/HarlequinMask.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>Harlequin, Security</em></span></span><br/><strong>Where: </strong>The patio --> Locker room --> The patio<br/><strong>When: </strong>Thursday, shortly after dinner, week 1<br/><strong>Who: </strong>Duchesse<br/><strong>Status: </strong>Closed<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;"><br/>Harlequin was pleased when she looked him over so openly, as if he was a statue on display for her eyes only. When her eyes angled down to look at his considerably impressive manhood, it only took a slight tensing on his part to make it twitch once... then twice... as if purposely drawing her eye. He could do that while he was inside her, too, he wanted to say... giving her incredible stimulate, but for now, he remained silent as she looked him over.<br/><br/>Her fingers then moved below, gently cradling the two round orbs that stored his plentiful seed. If he was lucky - he'd get to show her just what a load of his was really like, though it sounded as if she already knew, had she watched him before. Her touch was gentle and skilled - this woman certainly knew how to handle a cock, obviously, her thumb gently stroking right at the root. Her light touch -did- make him crave something more... substantial, but he knew rushing at her like a frenzied teen would likely end any chance he had with her.... or, maybe that's what she wanted...<br/><br/>In response to his words, she replied with a single one of her own, 'Flattery', a half-smile on her lips. Then she asked what he thought about all three forms of pleasure for her - tongue, fingers, and cock. He raised a brow, then, his smile widening in surprise as she then went on to tease him about not being able to handle all three, being that he was so young, worried for his own pleasure. When she went quiet, he decided to reply, his voice as soft as hers, smooth and sultry.<br/><br/>"My words were not merely meant as flattery, my lady. I give you my word. If you doubt me... allow me to kiss you, and you will have no doubt that I meant every word I said," he promised. He loved passionate kissing, but it truly -was- more passionate the more he was attracted to someone, and she had made him ache many times since he first met her. "You've no idea how many times I've stroked myself to thoughts of you... envious of the other men who bedded you...," he whispered, and though he had a faint smile on his lips now, his voice was quite serious.<br/><br/>She moved, then, on the lounge chair, and then she glanced behind her and then turned to look up at him, suggesting that he take his place behind her. She teased him about patience, and his smile widened a bit. "I'd be delighted. Though I must admit, I did not expect you to be so... -greedy-," he said playfully as he moved around to the other side of the chair, his eyes never leaving her. "You desire all -three- measures of pleasure? I have to say... that impresses me... but we'll just have to see if -you- can last long enough to enjoy all three...," he added, tossing out a gentle challenge of his own.<br/><br/>Carefully, then, he moved onto the chair behind her, turning immediately on his side to offer her more room. He pressed his stout chest against her back, and down low, his hips eased forward, the underside of his cock sliding warmly, slowly, along the smooth skin of her ass, the head of his swollen member angling upward toward her lower back. Leaning up on his elbow, he leaned forward, his head right beside hers.<br/><br/>"Fingers first, then, I suppose? A slow, gentle massage to ease you into bliss... to prepare you for what will come after?" he asked in a heated whisper. As he spoke, his hand settled gently on her hips, fingers lightly caressing her smooth skin with a teasing touch that was not a scratch, but it wasn't a soft tickle, either...<br/></div>