<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) --->  Nude<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Marco Gutierrez<strong>Mentioned:</strong>None<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Nudity, Light/Vanilla Sexual Content<hr/><br/><em>Wow...</em><br/><br/>It was the only thought that could come to mind in that moment of passion.  The only word that could make even the remotest of sense in the jumbled haze of desire that was dominant in her mind.<br/><br/>She felt as if her loins were on fire with lust.  Her muscles clenched and tightened in delight.  The feel of his tongue against her lips, the hand upon her back, upon her head, nothing short of erotic in her mind.  The little voice of caution, of modesty, had been gone, silenced by the desire to simply be free, to indulge in what ever she wanted, to do whatever she pleased.<br/><br/>And at that moment, the only thing she wanted to do was the man making out with her.<br/><br/>Her tongue had greeted his warmly, with gentle caresses along the wet muscle.  A soft moan of approval escaped her lips, the arousal building within her until she could not take it anymore.<br/><br/>A gentle quiver of her lip came as she pulled her head away from his, a grin across her face.  Softly she nodded to the cabana area behind them, the soft, large lounge cushions almost the size of beds beneath the individual canvas tops.  “Why don't we go get a little more comfortable...” She said softly.<br/><br/>Caroline would move to her feet, scrambling against the concrete surrounding the pool.  The grin upon her face would not cease as she stood in the wide open entrance.  Her glasses were placed to the side, her cover up following suit.  For a moment, she hesitated about the bathing suit, her eyes looking out at the pool.  Anyone could see them, could see her.  Anyone who looked would be able to see what was going on, be able to see her nakedness.<br/><br/>The self-conscious part of her would never have dared to do it.  Even then, as she stood there, that little voice screamed in protest, her hands pausing at the top of her one piece.  But what was the point of playing it safe?  What was the point of worrying what others would think?  What did it matter in the long run, when all she wanted was to have fun with this handsome man who was so apparently into her?  What did she have to lose?<br/><br/>The black bathing suit was pushed down her curves, forced down her legs and kicked away from around her ankles, feeling freer than she had in so long.