<div class="floatright">(http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/8369175/498full-ashley-holat.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Amelia Cadwell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289260.msg14209311#msg14209311)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>25<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual (maybe questioning)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><del>White, flowy dress and simple nude flip flops</del>| teal lacy bra and white bikini panties (https://i.pinimg.com/474x/03/55/70/035570f25989b71dada5ef653243a503.jpg)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day one | June 21st, 2018 - midmorning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Infinity pool -> loungers<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open | Axel<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Amelia was fairly certain it was no bottle of sunscreen perched between Axel’s legs and poking against her lower back, but then again, how sure could she really be? An impish grin spread over her features as she considered that the only way to be certain was to feel more of it. He fit squarely against her, his inner legs enveloped the sides of hers. It was hard to ignore the fact that they fit perfectly together, despite their height differences.<br/><br/>As he collected a towel in his hands and started to slide it along her neck, Amelia tilted her head to the side, collecting her long obsidian locks with her hands, fingers raking through the damp tendrils so that they laid over her shoulder. Her neck elongated as he worked the towel over her skin, absorbing the droplets that clung on for dear life. Between being swiped up by the towel and the threat of being evaporated by the sun, those droplets didn’t really stand a chance.<br/><br/>Axel chimed in with his two cents about the possibility of an uncertain and capricious date. She admired that he was spontaneous and up for an adventure. “It could be fun,” she nodded in agreement. Her laughter melded with his when he asked about the intimate yoga session. “And less than satisfying in many other regards,” she added just as he wiped the towel along her shoulder in a caress of her glistening, pale skin.<br/><br/>To his final thoughts on the matter, she peeked at him from over her shoulder, a surprised, yet sincere smile, lighting up her features. “I completely agree.” It didn’t much matter where they were or what they were doing, so long as the company was right. Even the worst of locations or events could be turned around into the greatest of nights simply because of who she was spending her time with.<br/><br/>She had a feeling he was hinting at her being that right person, and in her own way, she may have subtly implied that he might be hers, as well. But, time would tell, wouldn’t it? Suddenly, the towel fell onto her lap and Axel deemed it to be his turn. She turned around where she sat, bringing her knees together underneath her at the edge of the lounge chair and twisting to face Axel. Still perched between his legs, she was now facing him and holding the towel loosely in her hands, reached over him with it and began to dry his chest.<br/><br/>“Oh, is it your turn?” She questioned him, chuckling softly. “I hope that’s not your line when it comes to switching favors in the bedroom…” Her mutter was so quiet, it was nearly inaudible. “Nothing wrong with basic,” she murmured back after he shared his preferential sort of date. “Drinking and dancing the night away at a club hardly sounds that way though. Lounging in a hammock with tequila, now that sounds basic. And I mean that in the best of ways.” She grinned, working the towel along his pecs and down his arms, slowly but surely.<br/><br/>“I could dig that. Definitely.” Amelia worked the towel a little lower then, making sure her hands were as covered as they could be, while she smoothed it along his midsection and thighs, her fingers brushing lightly against that bulge in his trunks. Just lightly enough that he might be left wondering if it was an accident. Though, the seductive look in her eyes when she flashed those sapphires at him, may have told him otherwise.