<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/41/40/e7/4140e7edc9b17aacd7d8117d04509848.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Desiree De La Vega-Ortiz</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068748#msg13068748)<br/><strong>Time | Location:</strong>Evening | Someone unknown person's pool<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><del>This (http://luxefashionlife.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/AnaCher-tight-dress.jpg)</del>black panties<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jake<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Catching up...<hr/>Of all the people she'd met in her short lifetime, Jake was perhaps both one of the easiest and most difficult for her to read. He was so polite, so laid back in manner and generally easy going but with the flair of... well, something that almost seemed old fashioned--though not to the point that it made him a prude or a stick in the mud. His motivations were entirely his own but what came with that was a sort of frankness that could not be denied. If there was a ulterior motive to Jake's words, Desiree could not detect it, and it was enough to keep her from getting too comfortable or taking the situation entirely for granted. She had her own aims, harmless enough for the night, but while she thought they aligned well with Jake's own there was no way for her to be certain.<br/><br/>It kept her on edge. Made what could have been easy and of little consequence, seem much more risky.<br/><br/>It made her want him even more.<br/><br/>From those shoulders, to those lickable abs, well defined arms, and hands that seemed more than capable of holding her in place, of squeezing. Molding... ugh. The desire had crept up on her, borne of a need to slip her self imposed bounds for a while, but when it came it hit her hard. Forced her to take a deeper breath and let it ease out between her lips. Though she'd scarcely accomplished that before his teasing words set in and she was laughing.<br/><br/>"Nice. Real nice." She laughed again, the sound genuine if a little surprised. She didn't bother to confirm his words though, he'd know the answer well enough without her to offer a verbal agreement. It was in the look she gave him, her eyes looking first to his but then tracing down over his body, watching the rivulets of water that cascaded down his skin as her laughter faded.<br/><br/>"So playing games isn't you. Okay. I can buy that." She leaned her head back, not yet ready to simply give in, and watched him from beneath heavy lids. "So then what is you? What is it you want to do, Jake? Right now. Tell me?"<br/><br/><br/>