<br/><div class="floatright">(https://www.dmfashionbook.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/11/creed-promo-650x400.png)</div>Name: Stephan Douglas Fine<br/>Day: Day 1 l 9am<br/>Outfit: photo<br/>Mood: Relaxed<br/>Music inspired:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Hillbilly Martini  ;) </div><div class="spoiler_body"> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=74UWc5EJJQI </div></div><hr/><br/><br/>“I am hardly ornery…maybe something else that rhyme with those letters but never that.”  He teased her purring was arousing, but he could see her eyes and he had actually claimed her attention.  Not sure if he had captured it over superman now that his shirt had come off, but he had it.  “You could be a tourist, but never dumb.  You might try to hide it but you are very smart if not deceptively so.  Besides, there are much easier ways of getting beads.”<br/><br/>He smirked a bit.  “I am offering to show you…so…many things…lovely.”  He replied easily as she smiled.<br/><br/>“Of course, not a problem at all.”  He smirked at the flirting between them.  “That is what most people say between those of the north and south.”  He replied as she smirked.<br/><br/>He watched as she came back to earth to be with him after her eyes dipped into the heaven of Jay’s physique, he only smirked as he watched her almost fan herself looking at the man.  But he did watch as she came round this side of the bar with him.  She surprised him as she never took her eyes off of him, it was like she was searching for if he was honestly wanting or desiring her.  He wasn’t settling that was for damned sure.  He moved towards her squeezing as his hands stroked down the small of her back, his fingers dancing along the curve of her hip in a light massage and stroke of her skin.  The embrace lasted much longer than he expected it to as his lips grazed her neck and his nose her earlobe.  “I bet you taste divine.”  He spoke into her ear, his voice vibrating like molasses.<br/><br/>When the hug finally broke, “Thank you, I hate that I missed that the first time.”  His body awakened to her touch now, not sure who broke the hug first, but he figures he might need to stop his hand drifting over the curve of her lovely behind before he pulled her into his lap then.  He licked his lips at the smirk of invitation she had given...to both apparently, as she stretched out, he grabbed the ingredients and moved that way.<br/><br/>Sam was clearly taken with Jay, the way she eyed him like dessert and the interaction seemed to be a bit more connective at this moment.  The grinding of that ripe behind was hard to miss as well.  He knew this was going to get interesting, to say the least.  But he wasn’t going to press and he was the last one to block.<br/><br/>He watched as Sam cheered Brittney, not sure if that was her way of encouraging her or taking him out of the way so she could work out Jay.  He was hardly one to be jealous, whoever was for him would be with him.  He believed life had a way of working things out.<br/><br/>He smirked as he brought the tray over with the drinks and accessories for them to..enjoy a slight party. He watched as Jay was laying down.<br/>He could only smile as he pulled his shirt off finally.  “I would but Brittney offered me whatever I wanted and I am going to take that!  I am sure we can switch places at some point.”   He smirked as he thought about them switching indeed even though the two of them seemed to have each other's attention sewn up.<br/><br/>“I can wait, far be from me not to be hospitable and let you go first.”  He smirked but he agreed with the idea of having both women did appeal to him on so many levels…he wasn’t jealous…but he could be greedy.<br/><br/>Now that he was more comfortable with the sun washing over his bronze skin, he leaned down and caressed Brittney’s lips.  “Open up sweetness.”  He said waiting for her to comply, he was used to drinking but since some were flirting a bit more than others.  He was definitely a bit more creative than he probably should have been at this particular moment.<br/><br/>He places salt over her line from her navel to the tip of her abs.  He had been wanting to do this since he laid eyes on her, the lime he squeezed in a<em>‘U’ </em>between her breasts and the tequila shot glass he put in her mouth and filled it to the very top.  He put it there on purpose and winked when her lips had to pucker when she held it.<br/><br/>He licked up that line, lingering slowly all but washing her abs with his tongue.  He moved to pull the shot glass into his mouth kissing her in the process, as the fiery liquid ran down his throat.  He popped the shot glass out of his mouth just before, he licked the lime juice.  He was stroking the outer edge of her nipple, his tongue moving over soft flesh, down and around to stroke the other side fighting the urge to outright fish the nipple out.  But that would have been too much if her desires were elsewhere.  "Hope that works for you?  I can always take another?  If that wasn't right?"  He teased now.<br/><br/><br/>