<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://www.redbalcony.com/media/galleries/1412/Elisha_Cuthbert_10s.jpg)</div><br/><em>Jayne McArthur - Aka: Ferra Moan</em><br/><strong>Location: Shower Room</strong><br/>With Matt<br/><br/>"Glad you could make it." She grinned at him and then turned to hang her bathroom sling on a towel hook. "I take it you're volunteering yourself for the job?" Her eyebrow cocked as she posed the question. Jayne liked to be playful. She had a coy way of flirting, and it seemed like she wasn't exactly the type of girl who got friendly without playing a little hard to get. Make 'em squirm.<br/><br/>Her bikini was of the string variety; the bottoms tied off at the hip, and the top haltered around her neck and back. She smiled to see Matt in his boxers, thinking that it was a small comfort to know he wasn't rearing to get buck naked. Jayne liked what she saw, something about the broad chest of a male excited her.<br/><br/>"First, let me get the water going."<br/><br/>Evidently Jayne was a confident woman. She had an athletic elegance in the way that she moved, and the bikini did a fantastic job at highlighting the roundness of her ass, and the healthy perk of her breasts. Having grown up around a beach meant that she spent a lot of time in swimwear, in fact, she probably felt more comfortable in a bathing suit than a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Conditioning at its finest.<br/>It didn't take her long to get the water going, and she skipped over to the very center of the room, where she could stand amidst the the 4 separate streams of water. She had a giddy expression on her face, hands reaching out to a nearby stream, splashing a jet at Matt to get him a little wet.