<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/>When she was noticed by both men, she felt a blush appear on both cheeks that spread down her decolletage and likely directly to her breasts. Why couldn't she have happened upon an awkward young man inside for her first encounter? That would have broken the ice easily enough. No, she had to stumble across Tom Brady's prettier brother and the reason that everyone said the devil was the master of temptation. Perfect. Just perfect. Still, there was no going back now, and truthfully, she didn't want to.<br/><br/>Of course, she had originally told herself that they might be gay, and she was certain that they did indeed feel an attraction to one another in the way they'd been interacting when she'd first seen them. However, when the younger man turned to look at her, he gave the age old smile and body posture of a peacock strutting for its mate. He, at least, was bisexual. The older man was a bit of a mystery, but when she looked into his eyes, she noticed the way he studied her lace-garbed curves just as leisurely as a wine connoisseur studies a rare vintage. No, they weren't gay. They were both into either gender, and that excited her. She, too, was attracted to both men and women, although she'd never had a sexual experience with a woman. Perhaps that would change here at the club.<br/><br/>Right now, though, her attention was on the two males before her...and she wasn't complaining one bit. When the golden boy asked her if she was lost, she straightened a bit and tried to look less like a lamb and more like a woman who knew where she was going...even though she didn't.<br/><br/><strong>"I was told we were allowed to go wherever we liked on the grounds. I didn't think exploring counted as being lost, but perhaps I'm mistaken."</strong><br/><br/>Her soft alto voice was easily heard in the quiet evening, and when she heard the older man's deep voice, her own body tightened a bit in response. When she continued, the little bit of 'coolness' left her voice, and the usual awkward girl surface.<br/><br/><strong>"Although if you two were...umm...engaged in something, then I don't want to interrupt. You could continue. Although I'm not suggesting you were, if you weren't. Not that there's anything wrong with it if you were. Just saying you didn't have to be. You know? And if you were, I could leave...or stay. And watch. But I don't have to. I mean, if you're into that, I wouldn't mind...but I don't want it to be weird. I'm just...err..."</strong><br/><br/>Blushing crimson now, she muttered to herself.<strong>"Maybe I am lost..." </strong>