<strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Michael Quinn</span></span></strong><br/><strong>Accent:</strong><strong>Irish</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Pool / Hot Tub Area - Relaxing on the lounger<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Sam and anyone in the area who might notice him.<br/><hr/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jZSh1VNpKsU/TiPWa0Uu5MI/AAAAAAAABGo/bR69OT0UgTA/s1600/alcide3.jpg)     </div><br/>Michael stretched out his six foot two inch frame on the lounger, naked and wet from his recent shower, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the kiss of the summer night's breeze on his skin. His thoughts, however, had drifted back to the unpleasant reality of business and the deal he was steal trying to broker with the large overseas shipping conglomerate when heard the sounds of water dripping from a wet body as they climbed from the hot tub. Curiosity got the better of him and his dark, chocolate eyes fell open to find the shimmering brown orbs of the girl he'd heard a few of the others toss around freely, as "Sam."<br/><br/>A slow, languid smile pulled the corners of his lips as a lascivious grin as he leg his hungry eyes roam openly over her nude body. She had the body of a goddess, the eyes of an angel, and the smile of the devil herself; a smile that promised rapture within those lush lips that were made for one primary purpose... to pleasure a man. The sway of her hips was a siren's call to any many who noticed, and probably many women as well. The woman just oozed sex from every pore of her young, immaculate, virile body and he smiled as she walked right up to him, kneeling down beside him. His eyes locked with hers as she licked her lips, reaching for her discarded item of clothing.<br/><br/><em>”Can’t lose this now, after all… it fits me like a dream”</em>she said, purring seductively. He felt a stir in his loins at her mere proximity, and he reached out a hand to trail the pads of his fingertips along the smooth, damp flesh of her thigh, just above her knee.<strong>"I would just love to try <em>you</em> on.... I'm willing to bet you fit <em>me</em> like a dream too, darlin."</strong>said in an Irish brogue, his voice husky and laced with need.<br/><br/><em>"I hope you plan on staying the entire weekend. I’d like to put you on my dance card sugar, for along private dance between the sheets”</em><br/><br/><strong>"I'll be here, sexy, and you can put me on any card ya like, but I hardly think there's gonna be any dancing when I sink into you, you delicious morsel of sin. Between the sheets, against the wall, in the shower, on the table, on the floor, wherever you want it, baby. I'll take real good care of you. I promise you that. You're name's Sam, right?"</strong>He let his fingertips skate along her thigh, trailing around to the back of her leg lazily.<strong>"My name's Michael. I'll be looking for ya."</strong>His other hand had trailed down his firmly muscled stomach, dipping between his legs to touch his flaccid shaft as it lay, thick and full against his thigh.<strong>"I have something I think you're going to love,"</strong>he growled low in his chest, a sensual and wanton sound.<br/><br/>He washed with appreciation as her hands roamed her exquisite body before locking onto her eyes yet again as she addressed the man beside her, Sergi. Letting his hand drop from her leg, he flashed her a devastating smile and winked at her. Laying back again, his fingers threaded behind his head once more as he looked up at her.<strong>"Hurry back now, darlin. I've got plans for you."</strong>