<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7AU0lEv.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Jake Mitchum</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068641#msg13068641)<br/><strong>Time / Location:</strong>Evening - Weaver Way<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Nude<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Talking to Desiree<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Checking in and checking out<br/><br/><hr/><br/>He had listened to her in silence, intent on soaking in each and every word from her lips.  In that long moment Jake knew she was sizing it up, debating what to do, whether to take control or give in.<br/><br/>Often he had been in similar circumstances, and often with women of a bit more mature age.  In a neighborhood such as this, with older women seemingly intent on gaining control of their lives and their lovers, of exerting a bit of dominance and requiring respect and dutiful attention, he was no stranger to being a follower than a leader.<br/><br/>And yet such monotony was boring, dull after time.  Sometimes, a person just needed a change, to take control, or in some instances, to give in and let someone else take the reigns, make the decisions, do the work while they basked in the fruits of their labors.<br/><br/>Jake moved forward in the water, closing the little gap that stood between the two of them.  His cock was hard, stiff and rigid beneath the water.  He said nothing, nothing to her last chance offer, for nothing in his mind could make his statement as clear as action could.<br/><br/>He leaned forward, closing the gap between them as he kissed her.  A gentle kiss at first, it deepened, becoming something much more solid, forceful, rougher with passion.  His hand reached up, taking the back of her neck, his digits giving a firm, present touch as he continued to kiss her, his beard grazing against her flesh.  A kiss and touch that spoke of intimate closeness, of the possessive yearning that burned away so hotly within himself.<br/><br/>His other hand reached up, cupping and caressing one of the breasts that he had only thought of for so long, massaging the soft mound with gentle kneading of his finger tips, before caressing the little erect nipple.