<strong>Samantha Weston, aka Sam  or  Sammy<br/>Location: hot tub<br/>Tagged: Sergi, Michael (Mr. Delicious), and any others in the pool and hot tub area<br/>Accent: Canadian (eh!) :P<br/></strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i2.listal.com/image/1079353/936full-vanessa-marcil.jpg)</div>Standing as close to Michael as Samantha was had a strange affect upon her sensitive body. His manly aroma spoke of class, and expensive cologne, causing her thighs to quiver and the low throb of desire to make its presence known as it pulsed enchantingly between her thighs.  If that wasn’t enough, the moment he opened his mouth to speak, revealing that hot as hell Irish brogue, Sam could have easily cum on the spot.  There was NOTHING sexier than an Irish lad, complete with Irish swagger. And as anyone could see Michael had swagger to spare.<br/><br/><strong>”How’d you know my name sugar? Have people been talking about me? Anything too bad and it’s a lie”</strong>Sam teased. Though secretly she figured if it was naughty talk, it was more likely to be true than anyone boasting about her sweet nature. Not that she didn’t have a sweet side to offer, she was just choosy as to whom she offered it to.<strong>”Nice to meet you Michael”</strong>continued Sam. She would have offered him a hand to shake, but she was far too happy with his hand playing along her thigh.  As he continued his charming seductive promise, Sam smirked watching his hand display what it was he could please her with.<br/><br/><strong>”I’ve no doubt about that sugar”</strong>purring she bent forward, causing her long dark hair to fall over her shoulder, tickling his tummy as she trailed the tip of her tongue along his toned chest.  Slowly, she dragged it along his body, sweeping his collarbone and moving along the column of his neck. It trailed over his Adams apple and curled along his chin before it slipped back between her lips. Sam’s face was very close to his, so close that he would be able to see the wicked pleasure dance in her eyes.<strong>”Can’t wait to taste you sugar.”</strong>With that last comment, Sam pressed her mouth against his, pushing her tongue between his lips before pulling back to stand before him once more.<strong>”So far you taste every bit as sweet as you look!”</strong><br/><br/>Turning to take her leave, Sam smiled over her shoulder as he called out for her to hurry back to him. She was careful to put on a show as she moved, swinging her hips invitingly to the same dance as her sable colored hair swayed across her skin. She offered him a sassy wink before once more joining Sergi.<strong>”You about ready hun?”</strong>Sam inquired, keeping her expression innocent, completely denying the fact that it had been her that had delayed there exit.<br/>