<div class="floatleft"> (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B8KcceT1QOA/VFuXiL_H1GI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ZXn1Co9Jjmo/s1600/brad-pitt-beach-sm.jpg) </div><br/><strong>Character name</strong>: Mark Rolan  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10677148#msg10677148)<br/><strong>Who: </strong>Alone (for now) /open<br/><strong>Where: </strong>Lounge chair area<br/><strong>When: </strong>Sunday Aug 3, Noon<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Transitioning from unbuttoned shirt with board shorts (wet from the swim) to just a towel<br/><hr/><br/>Mark drifted through the buildings of Bekamor toward the pool. The light breeze dried the salt water on his skin from his ocean swim. Memories of his last visit flooded back around each corner. Red oleander and tall palms framed hidden gardens where he and a few other guests had explored more than just the flora. His breath caught in his chest when he thought again of Marisa. She had always followed her instincts and they had so far never led her into Mark’s bed. “This time will be different,” Mark thought as he emerged onto the pool deck.<br/><br/>He stood at the edge of the stone pool deck surveying the beauty in front of him. A group of four sat in the lounge chairs. Two beautiful redheaded women both with smooth alabaster skin sat near each other, one clutching a book. With them sat a young man and woman but from their body language Mark quickly surmised that they were not a couple. The four were talking not as old friends but new acquaintances.<br/><br/>Around the pool to the right was the bar, his next stop. Checking in at the welcome center would need to wait until he had at least one glass of the finest Jamaican rum available at Bekamor. First though he needed to to rinse off the salty residue of the ocean. A few yards to his left was the open freshwater shower meant for guests to get a quick rinse before jumping into the pool. He started the shower and stripped off his shirt. "Damn I love this place," he thought as he turned his back to the pool area and stripped off his pants. The shower's water poured over his bronzed skin running from his shoulders down his back over his toned bare ass. Running his hands through his hair and across his shoulders then down each leg, Mark lingered a bit in the water, savoring his first naked moments at the resort.<br/><br/>A quick turn of the handle and the water stopped. Mark grabbed one of the white towels available on a rack next to the shower and ran it quickly over his head. As he turned back to toward the pool he wrapped the towel around his waist. If anyone was looking he had purposefully given them just the quickest view of his cock which hung thick but not hard in anticipation of what could come. With a smile on his face he strode around the pool toward the bar and that drink.<br/>