<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/27/HarlequinMask.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>Harlequin, Security</em></span></span><br/><strong>Where: </strong>The patio --> Locker room --> The patio<br/><strong>When: </strong>Thursday, shortly after dinner, week 1<br/><strong>Who: </strong>Duchesse<br/><strong>Status: </strong>Closed<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;"><br/>Harlequin let out a soft, short hum. "No, that is not my fantasy... but I don't think you would have been surprised if it was. Disappointed, too, of course. You have higher expectations, naturally," he assured her. Her body responded to his touch as he had hoped, which was a good sign. She had amazing breasts, and her nipples and areola were wonderfully responsive to his lightest touch. What he really wanted to get at was the insanely sexy manicured strip of hair she had going on down below... he couldn't explain it, but seeing her sex for the first time had planted the image of it in his head that he couldn't stop thinking about.<br/><br/>She remained quiet, then, apparently focused on what was happening between them, rather than talking further. He was fine with that, of course – it meant he could focus on other things as well. Their kiss was delightfully seductive – not hurried or frenzied, as if they both knew they had as much time as was needed to get where they each wanted to be. He was certainly in no rush, himself, wanting to enjoy this with her from start to finish.<br/><br/>When his roaming hand ventured south, arriving at her mons, his fingers gently toyed with the thing strip of sexy curls she left there, a thin line of downy-soft hair that seemed to point the way down to where her pleasure centure awaited. After reaching that spot, though, he felt her hips curl upward, as if she were the eager one, and he remember that she had been pleasuring herself -before- he departed and returned. She might very well be on edge right now, eager for release. <br/><br/>Still, that did not force him to rush it, but he felt no need for further teasing. Slowly his three middle fingers of his hands slid down and over her mons, dropping off the curve of her pelvic bone, and gently found the beginning of her soft, moist folds. As he suspected, she was wet, aroused from before, and perhaps a bit more so with their shared kisses – at least he hoped.<br/><br/>Ring and index finger expertly, gently, parted her aroused labia, revealing her clit in a most sensual and vulnerable fashion – upon which his middle finger gently settled and stroke in a slow, delightful circle. Above his lips remained connected with hers unless she pulled away, and for now, his touch below remained a gentle, casual circling motion – refusing to rush her toward the edge unless she gave some direct hint that such a thing was what she desired in the moment...</div>