<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/60/Chrisevans.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: M. Vaas (http://URL)<br/><strong>Who: Jen Miles</strong><br/><strong>Where: Somewhere on the trail...</strong><br/><strong>When: Early Morning Exercise</strong><br/><strong>Wearing: A White Tai Chi Uniform, simple black shoes </strong><br/><hr/><br/>Mason broke from Jen's neck and sat up on his knees. Quickly, he gripped the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up and off, exposing his upper body... which appeared to have been chiseled from granite; A flat, well-defined stomach, a powerfully built and defined chest, and broad, masculine shoulders. A faint sheen of sweat covered his upper body, which rippled powerfully... His arms were large and well-defined, and in the morning light, Jenifer could catch a number of faint scars across his arms and shoulders... It was obvious to the young woman that Mason hadn't trained in the Combative Arts purely for it's health benefits. Even here, alone with her, Mason moved with an economy of motion only seen in hunting cats and professional warriors.<br/><br/>He gazed down at her, staring into her eyes as he leaned down, towering over her like a hawk assessing it's prey.<br/><br/>"Go ahead... touch me." He encouraged her, his voice gruff with desire. To coax her, Mason ran three fingertips down the inside of her thigh very slowly... Once he reached the cleft between her legs, he hooked a finger in the bottom of her bathing suit which protected her most sensitive treasures. Mason stared into the beautiful woman's eyes as he touched the moistened, silky folds of flesh which waited there... Sliding two fingertips down to the lowest cleft of her vaginal lips, he teased her, gliding his fingertips up and along either side of her opening. He was taking it slow... allowing her to become accustomed to his touch. His erection stood out against his belly, calling for her attentions.