<div class="floatleft">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/41zguviWqaL.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15009035#msg15009035)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>23<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Straight<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>London, UK<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>3 July, 2019, Afternoon (post Competition)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Just<strong>Swim Trunks (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61np2xaU5UL._UX679_.jpg)</strong><br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Grace<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Grace, Closed<br/><hr/><br class="clear_left"/>Laid back on the bed, Corey let his eyes drift shut, and for a while he simply let the buzz of the villa around him and the cool breeze from the open windows lull him into a relaxed nap.  Gone were the thoughts of the crazy competition he had just witnessed, instead he let himself daydream that he was on a wonderful vacation with a beautiful girl, which wasn’t really that far from the truth.<br/><br/>As he headed down into some near meditation that would soon probably turn into snoring, Corey was not really much of one for napping but it had been an exhausting few days, he was instead snapped out of it by the arrival of Grace’s voice, and as he opened his eyes, Grace herself.  Smiling at her, and the tray she held, Corey nodded.  Afternoon tea was something that no one here but the Brits would likely understand.  “Light and sweet.”  He responded, but whether he was talking about how he took his tea or the girl in front of him was open for debate.<br/><br/>Corey might have had more to say, but before he could get the words out of his mouth, Grace was slipping out of her shorts, his eyes positively glued to the way the denim slowly slipped down Grace’s toned legs before ending up on the floor.   If that was not enough to blank Corey’s mind, immediately after Grace became a wiggling lump under the comforter and then her swimming costume joined her jeans on the floor.  Shorts, check.  Swimsuit, check.  One didn’t have to be a genius to do the math of subtracting those two items and come up with what Grace was NOT wearing.<br/><br/>Staring for a few seconds as Grace sighed beside him, Corey suddenly and purposefully pulled off his shirt before slipping under the covers beside her.  Not brave enough to whip his own suit off just yet, he nevertheless was not going to pass up the opportunity to be under the sheets with a naked Grace either!  “So nice of you to join me for a nap.”  Corey grinned, picking up his tea and taking a little sip.  “Although I lost the feel for napping.”   Lifting up the covers just a teeny bit, Corey made a show like he was going to peek.  “You aren’t getting glitter all over the sheets down there are you?”<br/>