<div class="floatright">(https://serving.photos.photobox.com/277508118fae33e9878408ba4b679834f6d3290b178ca359d25b24e2a905268b432403b5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Axel Morrison. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289260.msg14209341#msg14209341)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>28.<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As pictured. White T-Shirt, Black Swimsuit, Necklace.<br/><strong>Time:</strong>11:40 A.M<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Checking out the pool.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Amelia | Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>This woman was dangerous. Dangerous in all the right ways he enjoyed his women to be. It was obvious that she was quite confident with herself, and why shouldn't she be? She was gorgeous, from the fair skin to the long and silky hair. All of it was, to say the least, more attractive than most girls back home. He suddenly had this feeling that coming to this place was very much the right idea, and a laugh escaped him when she told him not to get hot and bothered too fast. She was a tease too, it seemed, a smirk growing on his lips as a result.<br/><br/>"I thought that was the whole point of this show." He fired back playfully, as she dipped her feet in the water and ever so casually gave him a peek at the run of perfectly curved and exposed thighs. His smirk turned into a bit of a grin then, more-so at the bra and panty complex she was faced with than anything else. "That's a predicament." He'd comment, amused, but not before slipping off his own shirt and placing it on a lounge chair, his flip flops following suit to be tucked underneath it, so he could walk into the pool first.<br/><br/>There was a tiny bit of hesitation since the water was a little cold, and from the way he suddenly raised his arms it was obvious, maybe a little adorable since he needed a second to adjust the water temperature and just grin cheekily in that process, but eventually he just dipped himself down and wet his hair before rising back up again. The water was leaking down every curve of muscle he had like a road in an ebony desert, caressing the muscular curves with grace. He'd wade his way through the water to the very edge of the infinity pool, before finally turning to look at her, drink in hand having been kept above water and safe from spill.<br/><br/>"Seems to me you have two options: The first, you come in with your dress and hope it's not see through, hiding the damage to the bra and panties." He smirked at that. "Option two? You take everything off all together. Can't ruin what doesn't get wet, right?" He sipped at his drink then, a playful brow rising in anticipation of what she'd do.