<div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092498-640-640.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jasper (JJ) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15018215#msg15018215)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>28<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>New York<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 July | Shortly after Noon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>On the beach/At the paddleboat<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Casual Beach Sexy (http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092498-640-640.jpg)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>None<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rhonda<br/><br/><hr/><br/>JJ had to admit to himself, something about this girl was really appealing to him.  She was a little cagey, a little loopy, a little manic… but there was something endearing about it to him.  He also sensed a sort of feral sensuality to her, too, that made his more atavistic sexual side take notice.  She hadn’t said or done anything overt yet.  Maybe she wouldn’t.  But JJ had little doubt that if she ever chose to, the two of them would wake the neighborhood.<br/><br/>He shook his head.  No, it wouldn’t do to put that particular cart before the horse.  There was still plenty of date left and he wasn’t likely to get any confirmation of his suppositions today in any case.  The thought, while pleasant, would just prove a distraction.<br/><br/>JJ was pleased, then, when Rhonda answered him about monetizing her platform.  It got his mind back on the appropriate track and her unique brand of sunny optimism and faith that all would end up well.  He was far from a cynic, himself, but being around a person who just assumed things would work out well for her was… refreshing.<br/><br/>That impression was reinforced… heavily… when the mention of a paddleboat sent her careening away from him and toward the water.  She couldn’t have heard him over her own effusive reaction, but he was laughing as she ran toward the boat as if it was carrying the spoils of a Caribbean pirate.<br/><br/>Perhaps that impression was well deserved, though.  As JJ packed up a few sandwiches, a few pieces of fruit and the remains of the champagne (nowhere near enough to get drunk, but no sense in wasting it!) he noticed Rhonda digging out some sunscreen.  While it may not be pieces of eight, it might end up being worth its weight in gold.<br/><br/>He walked over to her, arms full of food and drink, and set his payload into a recessed portion on the back of the boat.  It wasn’t perfect storage, but it would have to do.  Just as he turned around, she brandished the sunscreen and the newly bared majority of her body.  His earlier, more prurient, thoughts about her roared back to life at the sight of her tight, bronzed body in a bikini, but he forced them back down and gave her a warm, smile.<br/><br/><strong>“Yeah, good idea.  I wouldn’t want to go back to the villa wincing every time my shirt brushed against my skin, either.”</strong><br/><br/>He took the sunscreen from her and gave her a twirling “turn around” motion with his right forefinger.  Once she’d done so he squeezed a generous dollop of the lotion into his left hand, gave her back the bottle so she could do her front, and got to work.<br/><br/>He didn’t know what Rhonda might have expected from his hands, but he was reasonably sure he wouldn’t disappoint.  While no professional masseur, he’d given more than his fair share of massages, both practical and sensual, in his day.  His fingers were warm, firm and confident as he rubbed the slick lotion into her skin.  Occasionally he treated the application as if it were a massage, his fingertips finding whatever knots of tension she might have and working them out with a combination of strength and dexterity.<br/><br/>He flirted with the risqué only twice.  The first was to run his fingertips beneath her bra strap to get the skin underneath, but he stopped at the point where the strap began to flare into the bra proper at her side, well before he could feel anything she might consider sexual.<br/><br/>The second, perhaps a bit more heat-inducing, was to spend perhaps slightly more time than was strictly-speaking necessary on the small of her back.  That spot, one of his personal favorites, was dimpled adorably and rested just above her spectacularly toned, plump ass.  JJ pampered that place a bit, using his large, strong hands to rub in the lotion on her waist and hips while his thumbs massaged just above her panty line and… once or twice… brushing just below the waistband.<br/><br/>He stopped himself well before he’d gotten completely inappropriate… though having his hands around her waist, thumbs just above her panties, had put ideas in his head that had just begun to bear fruit. Deciding that he’d better save himself from himself, he adjusted unobtrusively and gave her waist a playful squeeze, then pulled his skin-tight shirt over his head.<br/><br/><strong>“Done.  My turn.”</strong><br/>