<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Seajade2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Pyun "CJ" Choe Ja<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee (Pacific Liaison)<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 4 | 6 p.m.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>West beach<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Bikini (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/Triangl_bikini.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Indira Quinn<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Mild homoerotica<hr/><br/>Eagerly she pooled a little in her palm and worked it from stiff dollop to creamy lather with the warmth of her hands. "Leave it to me. I'll do a good job with your body." From behind, all but out of sight, her slippery hands touched Indira's shoulders. The strength in them was elfin, and balanced on her knees less stable than the shoulders she anointed. Each lead of her diligent fingertips and roll of a cupped palm involved the rhythmic sway of Choe Ja. "Let me treat you. I enjoy it." Touch blossomed across the muscles of Indira's back where she could not reach, with an artistry only lovers and masseuses were allowed. She followed the polkadot band, under either leaden arm, and for a moment she seemed poised to reel Ms. Quinn in and whisper to her ear. No such line was crossed. When her fingertips slipped beneath the strap and followed its circuit back around a stranger's nape, she was respectful.<br/><br/>"Should I tell my name?" Lotioned fingers clung to Indira's hair when she swept it aside. There was a light pull, not entirely intentional, but a fine complement to the luxurious lift and stroke. The nails of a lipstick lesbian grazed hackles as she selected an arm to follow. "We could remain strangers. It would never leave the island either way. How exciting!"<br/><br/>It would be easy to consider her fingers following the seam of Indira's bikini the intimate portion, or later, when Ms. Quinn would inevitably need to lie prone and give up her seat. There was much greater intimacy to be found down the elbow, on fumes of sunscreen, her hands on Indira's to make the most of what remained. She took stock of these five fingers, and imagined with Indira how they'd feel inside of her. A warm cheek to the shoulder she'd cleared of Indira's hair as vapors of sunscreen worked unnecessarily into each joint. Two fingers, pressed together, what an innocuous obscenity. She measured them against her own fingers, and found herself smaller, but not by too much. Just enough. "Would you lie down for me?"