<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e6/SnowMask.jpg)<br/><div class="spoiler_container" style="display: block;"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" style="display: block;">Snow</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/14/9d/7f/149d7f4b679a4b3c2d222bad43c0ef7c.jpg)</div></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>Snow, #1066 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245918.msg12247393#msg12247393)</em></span></span><br/><strong>Where: </strong>Backyard<br/><strong>When: </strong>Friday, Dusk<br/><strong>Who: </strong>Moloch & Sam<br/><strong>Status: </strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Lily, or 'Snow,' was out of her comfort zone. And that was the understatement of the century...possibly the millennium. The young redhead who had barely experienced more than missionary and the occasional doggy style in real life was now thrust into a world where, supposedly, her wildest fantasies could come true. Oh she had fantasies, but she didn't know where they began and ended. What did she<em>actually</em>want to try, and what was best left in her overactive imagination? She supposed that was indeed something she'd never know until she actually did try...even if the thought made her panic slightly inside.<br/><br/>She had always prided herself on being rather fearless, so being nervous around a bunch of attractive and horny people was frustrating her. However, this was exactly the sort of thing she would actually feel a prickle of fear about. She didn't even know how to go about this. Did one just go up to someone and propose what they wanted? How did they know what the other person was into? Or even who the other person was into? She didn't want to offend anyone by making false assumptions.<br/><br/>God. She was a mess. Well, internally at least. Externally she'd done a fairly good job of faking it. She'd been told clothing was optional, but she would not feel comfortable naked. Therefore, to match her mask, she'd chosen a rather pretty white lingerie set with a matching satiny robe on top. It was cinched at her waist to show off her figure, and just short enough that the bottom of her ass teased at the promise beneath. The robe gapped enough at the top that her ample cleavage was well on display, and above her mask, her red curls were loose around her lightly freckled face and shoulders. Her feet were bare, but both her toenails and fingernails were painted a deep crimson. Her make-up was classy but not overdone, and all in all, she was at least confident that she had done as much with her looks as she could. Fake it til you make it, right?<br/><br/>At first she'd wandered the house and tried to feel out the place. Sex soon permeated the rooms, and although she knew her white lace panties were wet, she couldn't bring herself to just 'join' someone. Therefore, she decided to take a walk outside. It was a beautiful night with a decent breeze that made it the perfect temperature. Her mask was firmly in place, and she exited into the backyard.<br/><br/>It was a beautifully landscaped masterpiece, as if she would expect differently, and she enjoyed just wandering for a while. The cool and plush grass felt nice between her toes as she explored, but eventually she heard voices. Luckily it didn't seem to be a massive group, and she didn't hear moans and grunts yet...which meant she wouldn't be interrupting anything. Besides, something about the deep masculine rumble she heard pulled at her as if caught by a string.<br/><br/>Following the sounds, she finally came upon two fine specimens of the male form that made her already aroused body react more strongly. Were they going to...? She had never seen two men together, but the thought of them had her nipples straining against her ivory ensemble. However, another image entered her mind. This time, she was between them, and her panties grew infinitely wetter at that possibility. Swallowing and taking a deep breath to steady herself, she moved a bit closer, coming into their view...but at a loss for what to say.<br/><br/>Great first impression, Lily...