<div class="floatleft">(http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t264/RP_characters_here/Hailee%20Arrival_zpsecdngstq.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Hailee Spencer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12797231#msg12797231)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Guest<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 1, 2018 | 10:30 a.m.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>On the yacht<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><----  + cut off jean shorts, sans hat<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Okello<strong>Mentioned:</strong>None<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Groping and Public Teasing<hr/><br/>There was no resistance as he turned her to face the railing, her hands wrapping around that smooth sun-warmed metal while his taller body came up behind her arms caging her in place.  She could feel the hard press of him more distinctly this way, pressing into the soft curve of her ass drawing a low moan from the back of her throat.  Was this really happening?  Had she succumbed to something ridiculous like heatstroke or was the subject of many of her teenage fantasies currently grinding himself against her and whispering all manner of naughty things into her hear.<em> "Then again, Hailee, we may not even make it to the island."</em><br/><br/>Her eyes widened at that and she tried to turn slightly to make eye contact and gauge his sincerity in that statement, but Okello's hands were continuing to roam over her body and she couldn't bring herself to break that delicious contact.  One of her arms slid up, wrapping around his neck and drawing her body into a taunt bow making it easier for him as those long fingers slid up along her stomach all the way to the ties of her bikini top.<em>"It looks like you lost your hat, Hailee.  We have to be careful.  You may lose something else."</em><br/><br/>"You wouldn't ..." There was a breathy questioning note there along with a hint of challenge.  She was no longer that awkward sixteen-year-old, had spent years learning and becoming comfortable with her own body including some time spent on holiday at Abbot's Cliff, a natural beach in Kent. If she could lie naked on the sand with strangers surely being topless around this unusual group wouldn't be much of a stretch?  Besides she was having a very hard time remembering that there were others onboard, his grand tour of her body was proving distracting in the extreme.<br/><br/>His hands slid into the worn pockets of her cut offs and another small moan broke from her, legs shifting apart slightly her body raising up, stretched onto her tip toes so that she pressed firmly back into his cock while he played rocking up and down in rhythm with his fingers as they pressed between her legs.  "I .. had no idea you had such a keen interest in topography Okello.  This trip is already proving to be wildly educational for me and it is barely started."<br/><br/>Fingers uncurled from the railing and she trusted that his hands had a firm enough grip to keep her there.  Reaching back she fiddled with the tie of his board shorts, making sure there was enough slack for her hand to slip down inside the waistband her warm fingers wrapping around his cock instead.  "I've dreamed about this you know.. but I'm afraid my imagination did not do you justice."