<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/rHBCgde.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Caroline Wafford</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12796332#msg12796332)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee - Concierge<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 1st, a little after one in the afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Swimming pool<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Polyvore Link (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=132534830)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Marco Gutierrez<strong>Mentioned:</strong>None<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>None<hr/><br/>The feel of his hand upon the small of her back, the sensation of the ball of his thumb moving against her face, was all exciting and appealing to her senses.  An awakard grin formed upon her lips, his charming words replaying over and over again in her mind.<br/><br/>She could feel her insides squirm at the feel of his hand against her.  Suddenly it seemed so hot, even sitting there in her bathing suit with the cool waters of the pool around her feet and ankles.  That she was excited by him, aroused by him, was undeniable in her mind.  A part of her thoughts urged caution, to slow herself.  To take deep breaths and relax by getting a grip upon herself and her hormones that were raging for more physical attention.<br/><br/>But where was the fun in that, a larger part of her argued.  Didn't she come there for fun?  To take a bit of time to herself?  To indulge and unwind, to be free if only for a few days, before focusing more upon her life at home?<br/><br/>“You're not too shabby yourself.” She admitted, her eyes roaming over his body beside her from behind the shades.  Her heart was racing, beating hard in her chest.  “I've heard that Latin men are quite the lovers in the sack.  Don't know if I can take your word for it though...”<br/><br/>Her hand found itself atop his wet-bathing suit covered thigh, a gentle squeeze of boldness came.  “If you know what I mean.”