<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/78/e8/1c/78e81c239dea1f3c6ffbfdb6187d4872.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Autumn Lanche (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13846241#msg13846241)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This outfit (https://i.imgur.com/PM9GIZX.jpg) (not wearing name tag)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hilton Hotel Ballroom | Window/Corner<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ashleigh (Open)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The effect that a simple touch had on Ashleigh made Autumn perk a brow. Was she that pent up? How long had it been since Ashleigh's last significant orgasm?<br/><br/>Those thoughts clouded her mind as Ashleigh released a moan that reminded her of years ago. She bit at her lower lip in nothing short of an invitation, then turned the finger of blame on Autumn. The robotic girl cracked a smirk, as she chuckled animatedly - for her - and made a face that was near gloating. "What can I say..." she murmured. "Old Faithful looked better on me," her voice dropped to a deeper, darker tone, as her fingers idly brushed along Ashelgih's bare skin, before her hand flitted away from her arm.<br/><br/>She stepped closer and raised her hand to Autumn's short hair, playing with the ends of a small section of her dark locks. Suddenly, Ashleigh's eyes were roaming up and down Autumn's body, which may have pulled off the dress, but her body language suggested a level of discomfort that hinted at her lack of getting dressed up often - if ever.<br/><br/>Her compliment made Autumn's face scrunch up. "Walking in them is a different story, though." She muttered, fully aware that she looked a bit like a baby giraffe trying to take its first steps. "You look fucking amazing," she replied, allowing her impassioned eyes to rake over her profound dips and luscious curves.<br/><br/>"But I bet you look even better with this off." Her comment was met with a feather-light touch of her fingers against the side of Asheligh's hip. Ashleigh shifted to set her drink down and Autumn bent to do the same, freeing up both of her hands, in case they were about to frisk each other right then and there. Her waist was anchored by Ashleig's hand, tugging their bodies a little closer together. Again, she mentioned the stuff from the past, needing reassurance that Autumn wasn't mad about any of it.<br/><br/>"Just mad that it didn't continue after high school," she commented, though it was clear that she didn't actually hold any ill will for her former flame. Just then, Ashleigh tugged away, albeit unwillingly. She sheepishly remarked that she had others to apologize to - others who likely wouldn't respond as well as Autumn had. She had heard the rumors back in the day, and knew that some people felt targeted by her, coerced or blackmailed into sex for status.<br/><br/>The hopeful offer to see her again later left Autumn's heart to thrum. "Well, this reunion is supposed to last for another several hours," she muttered, a teasing smirk crossing her stoic features. Releasing her hip, Autumn craned to the side and dipped a finger into her drink. Amazingly, that digit didn't short circuit. With trace amount of alcoholic moisture on her fingertip, she guided it to Ashleigh and gently swiped the drop of liquid along her lower lip.<br/><br/>"In that case, I guess I should take Old Faithful out of my trunk and sneak it into your room." It was Autumn's turn to bite her lower lip as she keenly observed Ashleigh's with that dollop of moisture upon it, making her look all the more kissable. Ashleigh had been playing a game of cat and mouse though, and Autumn felt that it was a challenge of sorts, so she retracted her finger and sank it between her own lips, for just long enough to lick up the droplets.<br/><br/>It popped free of her mouth with an audible sound when she was finished. Autumn was wearing a dark grin as she turned back to her drink and collected it in her hands. "Ever the fucking tease." She muttered under her breath, but just loud enough to be heard.