Disaster San Francisco - Couple 3 (IC)
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				Title: <strong>Disaster San Francisco - Couple 3 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>25-05-2013, 22:00:59</strong>
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				<strong>((This is the thread for all of the private moments shared between Couple 3 or things that take place in their apartment.))</strong><br><br><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Couple 3</span> F/F</strong>:<br>A)&nbsp; Michelle Chamberlain (F) - Age 27, Profession: Commercial Pilot&nbsp; &lt;Player: Dashenka&gt;<br>B)&nbsp; Oliva Corsinari (F) - Age 24, Profession: StarBucks Manager&nbsp; &lt;Player: Visna&gt;<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Michelle Simon</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(http://i1251.photobucket.com/albums/hh549/Holodancer/D1sast3r_SF/MichelleSimon_zpsb83cb407.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: <strong>Michelle Chamberlain </strong> (former married name, Simon)<br><strong>Player</strong>: Dashenka<br><strong>Ethnicity</strong>: American<br><strong>Age</strong>: 27<br><strong>Physical Description</strong>: Black hair, often dyed with colourful highlights. Normal weight, normal height. <br><br><strong>Profession</strong>: Commercial Pilot<br><strong>Brief Notes</strong>: Divorced from Andrew, likes girls and parties.<br><br>Michelle was born and raised in Phoenix, Arizona as the only child of an aviation family. Her dad was a pilot, her mom a purser and form early on, Michelle knew what she wanted. She had a fairly standard childhood and her parents tried to be home as much as they could. Michelle got through college rather easily and her looks and social skills resulted in her having lots of friends and boyfriends. As soon as she could she enrolled to become a pilot and at age 20 she became the youngest ever female co-pilot of Southwest Airlines, her former employer. Over the years, with help of her dad, she grew to become a pilot. When she was 25 she grew bored of the inland flights and she applied for a job at United to fly more international flights and when she got it, she was based in San Francisco, <del>where she met her husband, Andrew.</del>&lt;now recently divorced&gt;<br></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Oliva Corsinari</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright"> (http://i1251.photobucket.com/albums/hh549/Holodancer/D1sast3r_SF/OlivaCorsinari_zps0e0957b9.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Oliva Corsinari<br><strong>Player</strong>: Visna<br><strong>Ethnicity</strong>: Italian/African<br><strong>Age</strong>: 24<br><strong>Physical Description</strong>: Tanned Skin, Brown Hair (Naturally curled but often straight), Thin, Shorter than Average<br><br><strong>Profession</strong>: Starbucks Manager <br><strong>Brief Notes</strong>: <br><br>Oliva was born in Florence, Italy, but she moved with her father to California when she was five. Her mother died in a car accident when she was three, and she had no siblings. Nevertheless, Oliva never let her gloomy past get the best of her. She always stayed positive, and she flourished in sunny California. Although she was always happy, her career future was never bright. Although she tried hard in school, she wasn't cut out for most academics. Her father made a small sum as a repairman, so she was accustomed to living within her means. After graduating high school, Oliva instantly started working. She had never been intelligent, and she temporarily passed up on the thought of college so that she could support herself. She worked as a cashier at a clothing store for a few years while still living with her father, but she moved out at the age of twenty. Renting her own, meager apartment, she landed a job as a cashier at a Starbucks located in the local airport. For four years, she worked for cheap and tried to enjoy herself as best as she could. She lived simply, partied often, and dated on and off. She met Michelle Simon, a local pilot, and the two quickly became close friends over the course of two months. Although Oliva knew she had feelings for the pilot who stopped by almost every day, she wanted to take things slowly.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Oliva is an open lesbian.</li><li>She loves shopping at cheap stores.</li><li>She spends most of her free time volunteering at a variety of charities and shelters.</li><li>Her father taught her to always be kind and compassionate. She is religious, loyal to a fault, and rather innocent in personality.</li></ul><br>(http://cdn01.cdn.justjaredjr.com/wp-content/uploads/pictures/2011/09/shelley-jessica/jessica-kennedy-shelley-hennig-cw-08.jpg)(http://25.media.tumblr.com/e878f22329ad7893b79769cd969fa5dd/tumblr_mntzakn3Bl1rkcdc7o1_500.jpg)</div></div><span class="bbc_u">How did they meet</span>:&nbsp; &lt;to be created/agreed upon by the couples&gt;<br><span class="bbc_u">Couple history</span>:&nbsp; &lt;to be created/agreed upon by the couples&gt;<br><br><div align="center">(http://i1251.photobucket.com/albums/hh549/Holodancer/D1sast3r_SF/30822sadf_zps14598152.jpg)<br><strong>Current Apartment in Russian Hills</strong></div><br><br><span class="bbc_u">Links</span><br>OOC &amp; Character Sheet Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=175013.0)<br>City Life (Main IC Thread) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=175020.0)<br>Couple 1 (IC) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=175025.0)<br>Couple 2 (IC) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=175026.0)<br>Couple 3 (IC) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=175027.0)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 3 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>27-05-2013, 18:30:15</strong>
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				<strong>Michelle Simon</strong><br><strong>san Francisco International Airport</strong><br><strong>Alone</strong><br><hr><br><br><em><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Hey Sana, massive delays at Denver, landed now, I’ll be a bit later.</span></em><br><br>The first thing Michelle did after she had left the plane and was walking down the jetway was text her husband. Tonight she'd go to a dinner with friends but because of some weather conditions her plane landed a full hour late in Denver and then the delays started to pile up and by the time she landed her airplane in San Francisco she was nearly 2 hours late and running close to her flight limit.<br><br><strong>"Fifteen more minutes of delay in Denver and we would need to be replaced John,"</strong> she smiled to her colleague as they walked down the terminal together. A flight crew can only fly so much and after a certain hours, a new flight crew would have to take over.<br><strong>"Yes but at least the hotels United gives us in Denver are good." <br>"True that but I really prefer my own bed here in San Francisco."</strong> <br><br>They walked together until they reached the car park.<br><br><strong>"Alright see you in a few days." </strong><br><br>Michelle said goodbye and got in the car, plugged her phone into the BMW's bluetooth and hurried home. <br><br>Because of her travelling and being away from home for more than a day at times, the relationship between her and Andrew had lessened a bit and although still officially married, they both knew that a divorce would be a matter of time. Andrew had already left the house and rumours had it he had new girlfriend already. Michelle was sad about it but it wasn't something that came out of the blue for her. Her family had always told her it was very early to get married. <br><br>When she parked the car she checked the clock and knew she was going to be late at the dinner. She should have been there right now so when she bolted in the house, she hugged the cat and dumped her suitcase on the floor. She scampered up the stairs and quickly changed her pilot uniform for a light dress (http://i01.i.aliimg.com/wsphoto/v0/435493989/Free-shipping-Hot-sale-ladies-sexy-dress-official-ladies-dress-chiffon-sleeveless-short-casual-dress-summer.jpg), slipped on some simple flat shoes and rushed down again. After a quick freshing up, she got back in the car and hurried off to her dinner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 3 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>04-06-2013, 23:23:40</strong>
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				<strong>Oliva</strong><br><strong>Michelle's Apartment</strong><br><strong>Michelle</strong><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/4da9853b32ed423d03d06a1587ee4a69/tumblr_mnvyzd2vlP1rkcdc7o1_500.jpg)</div>Oliva's slim fingers dug through her purse. Her phone had just vibrated, and she was curious to see who the message was from. It was half past twelve, and Oliva was making her way home from work. As the manager, she often worked till closing at midnight. The drive back to her apartment was a good twenty minutes; she rarely went to sleep before one. She had learned to function on only five hours of sleep, and it became routine for her to wake up early.<br><br>Her manicured nails tapped and swiped across the screen of her Samsung Galaxy. She walked habitually up the stairwell to her apartment, but both her movements and heart stopped suddenly. She read the text several times, trying desperately to satisfy her disbelief. Stuffing her phone into her pocket, she hurried up the stairs. Her fingers fumbled for her keys, and she quickly disappeared into her room.<br><br>She had never expected a message from Michelle. The two were friends, but they had only seen each other in the airport. They both spent the majority of their time in the airport, and the Starbucks was located in the United terminal. On her way to work, Michelle often stopped by. Since it was often early, Oliva normally had some time to chat with her. Her first impression of Michelle was positive, and her interest in the young pilot had grown over time. The two had matching personalities, and Oliva found herself impatiently waiting each morning to see if Michelle would stop by. She made sure to always give Michelle discounts, secretly praying that she would return the next morning or evening.<br><br>They were friends, but, contrary to Oliva's wishes, they had never been anything more. Michelle had never struck Oliva as the type of girl who would ring her up suddenly late at night for sex. Adding to her caution, Oliva knew that Michelle was battling with a divorce. She wondered if it was a prank. Maybe somebody had stolen Michelle's phone. As much as Oliva wanted the text to be real, she kept finding herself in complete doubt.<br><br>To her friends, coworkers, and customers, Oliva seemed like an innocent young woman. In many ways, she was. Even in appearance, she was petite and adorable. Her free time was often spent volunteering, and she donated a sizable portion of her income to charity. She was very soft spoken, and her customers were loyal because of how well she treated them. But, like any adult human being, she had cravings for love and romance like anybody else. Her career as a manager made it difficult to find time for dating, but she had managed to try out a few women in the past few years. Nothing magical happened, but Oliva didn't mind having a relationship solely meant to satisfy her sexual desires. She thought that she was a more happy person when her sex life was in check. She had always been a very social person. She loved connecting to other human beings, and she thought that there was no better way to show your feelings for another woman than through sex. It was shallow, yet altogether compassionate simultaneously.<br><strong><br>"I'm glad I dressed up for work today..." </strong>She muttered, staring at herself in the mirror of her bathroom. She wore a blue blouse that revealed her entire right shoulder. Her hair was tied in a ponytail, but her front bangs were loose and parted in the middle. She also wore a pair of white pants and heeled sandals. She kept her jewelry to minimum, wearing only a ring on her middle-finger and a bracelet on her left wrist. She had been wearing a pair of sunglasses, but she had recently stuffed them into her purse. Her apartment was small and plain. She had never been the type to purchase luxuries. Even her clothes were from discount stores, although she managed to stylishly put the pieces together. She spent a few moments to fix up her hair, reapply perfume, and take a breather. She pulled out her phone and perused over the text once more. She held the phone close to her heart and said a short prayer. She just hoped it wasn't a joke!<br><br>Oliva took a deep breath and sent a simple response back to Michelle: <em>"On my way. Be there in twenty. Looking forward to seeing you ; )"</em> She had never been to Michelle's apartment, but her friend had supplied the address in her text. She knew that Michelle was well paid, but she wasn't prepared for the luxury that awaited her. The drive in her Kia Optima (http://images.gizmag.com/hero/2013_safest_cars.jpg) seemed to flash by, and Oliva realized that she didn't remember a moment of it. The whole time she was lost in thought. Was the text legitimate? That was the only question. It was obvious that, if it was real, her intentions were very carnal. Parking her car, she hurried into the apartment complex with her purse dangling beside of her. It was definitely high-class, and Oliva felt extremely nervous. She pulled out her phone and sent her friend another text: <em>"I'm here."</em> Finding the correctly numbered space, Oliva held her breath and rang the doorbell. Her heart was pounding, and she was beginning to second guess her choice of outfit. Was it too casual? Too upscale? Should she have showered and put on something different? Oliva had a habit of stressing herself out over miniscule details.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 3 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>05-06-2013, 18:35:29</strong>
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				<strong>Michelle Chamberlain</strong><br><strong>Her apartment</strong><br><strong>Oliva</strong><br><hr><br>Michelle did have a bit too much to drink so she had taken up Sana's offer to get a ride home with them and she'd pick up her white BMW tomorrow. Some people might have taken the car anyway but Michelle was very strict when it came to alcohol and motorvehicles. If she would get caught, not only could she lose her license or get a ticket, she could also lose her job and that just wasn't worth it to her. <br>During the evening she had had her friends to keep her mind occupied and she really looked forward to go shopping with them tomorrow but once she had stumbled into her apartment and closed the door, the half empty house again confronted her. He had taken the couch and the chairs and although Michelle hated the chesterfields, they were part of the house and they had left a big void. Almost immediately after she got inside she knew she wanted to invite Oliva over. She had seen her at the airport today and there was something about her. Was it just wanton lust and an unsatiable urge to ravage the small girl's body or was it more? For Michelle, whatever it was, it was enough to send her a message and invite her over. They had talked and spoken a few times and exchanged numbers and in Michelle's mind, they were friends so fucking her wouldn't be too desperate or slutty.<br><br>After she had sent the message, she went up the stairs and changed her dress into some easy wear sweatpants and an oversized shirt. She realized her breath smelled like alcohol so she had a mint and refreshed herself to look as fresh as she could this time of the night.<br><br>She had draped herself on one of the chairs by the window and was fiddling with her phone when the got the message. Moments later the doorbell rang and Michelle got to the door and opened it. Oliva looked amazing and that slight tingling sensation she had in her guts before now grew to a raging fire.<br><br><strong>"Come in,"</strong> she said as she held the door and closed it behind Oliva.<br><strong>"I'm glad you came. I don't want to be alone here." </strong><br><br>As she spoke, she fought back tidal wave after tidal wave of emotions. Some were anger towards Andrew for not giving them a proper chance, some were sadness about Andrew and yet some others were the urge to rip the clothes off Oliva's body right there and then.<br><br><strong>"Do you want a drink? I'm afraid I can't offer you a place to sit other than the floor or a chair." </strong><br><br>Without waiting, she poured herself and Oliva a glass of red wine and handed her a glass.<br><br><strong>"So how was work today,"</strong> Michelle asked casually as if nothing was off about this whole situation.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 3 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>06-06-2013, 19:58:52</strong>
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				<strong>Oliva</strong><br><strong>Michelle's Apartment</strong><br><strong>Michelle</strong><br><hr><br>Every second felt like a minute to Oliva as she waited at the door. Luckily for her, Michelle quickly darted to answer it. She kept telling herself to calm down, but the young manager's nerves were getting to her. Although she was second guessing every movement she made on the inside, she actually appeared quite relaxed on the outside.<br><br>As her eyes trailed over Michelle, she couldn't help but feel a bit out of place. After all, she was dressed for work, while Michelle was dressed for comfort. Whatever the case, Oliva absolutely loved the simple outfit Michelle had chosen. Oliva had a sweet spot for laid back women. She was a girl of simple pleasures, and sweat pants were one of her favorite things. She had dated a handful of masculine women in the past. Michelle seemed to have a similar attitude while still appearing and acting feminine, and this combination attracted Oliva above anything else.<br><br><strong>"You won't be alone. I'm glad you called." </strong>She said, smiling and scratching the back of her head. Her eyes moved around the apartment. Although it was luxurious, it was also quite barren. Oliva knew why, and she didn't say anything about it. <strong>"I'd love something to drink. Not too much though, all right?"</strong> She took a few steps forward and gazed around curiously.<br><br>Taking the glass, Oliva took a sip. It was delicious, and the sound she made showed her approval. <strong>"It was good. We were very busy today, so it is nice to relax."</strong> She leaned against a wall and carefully watched Michelle's movements. <strong>"How have you been? I hope things aren't taking a toll on you. You know I'm always here to talk to if you need me."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 3 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>06-06-2013, 23:55:16</strong>
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				<strong>Michelle Chamberlain</strong><br><strong>Her apartment</strong><br><strong>Oliva</strong><br><hr><br>Michelle was really trying not to look too tipsy but in her mind she failed miserably and when she sat down on the floor at the fireplace she nearly lost her balance. When she half laid down on the floor she turned on the music. It was blaring out on high volume after she turned it off on that volume last time. She quickly turned down the volume so the Italian pop and opera mix soon filled the room with a nice background music. <br><br><strong>"Work was crazy. Nearly gone over my flight hours because of a storm in Denver, but then I had a fun night with some friends. Had a good time."</strong> <br><br>It was funny how often they spoke and how they called each other friends when in truth, Michelle hardly knew anything about Oliva. She knew her name and where she worked but that was about it. And that she had the most amazing eyes and smile Michelle had ever seen. Michelle also remembered telling Oliva about her and Andrew when she was waiting for her usual Komodo Dragon Dark roast coffee.<br><br>She waited for Oliva to get on the floor with her and then scooted a bit closer to her so she could feel the warmth and breath of her guest. <br><strong>"Sorry if I offend you with this." </strong><br><br>Before Oliva could even be confused or think about what Michelle had said, Michelle had taken Oliva's head between her hands and planted her lips on hers. Just as quick as she had started, she quit and looked at Oliva's deep brown eyes, desperate for some reaction from the girl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 3 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>07-06-2013, 05:22:12</strong>
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				<strong>Oliva</strong><br><strong>Michelle's Apartment</strong><br><strong>Michelle</strong><br><hr><br>As the music echoed around the room, Oliva covered her ears until the volume was lowered. She actually loved fucking to music, and it was a treat that she rarely got to enjoy. Because of this, her heart began to race even faster. The fireplace looked so welcoming, and Oliva glided across the room to Michelle. She flicked off the light switch while simultaneously taking a sip of the rich wine.<br><br>She sat cross-legged beside of Michelle. <strong>"The fireplace is wonderful."</strong> She had no intention of hiding her own desires. <strong>"You look gorgeous in the dark."</strong> She rested her head on Michelle's shoulder and smiled. "You smell nice, too." <br><br>Oliva was slowly becoming more comfortable when Michelle caught her entirely off guard. She felt Michelle's slim fingers press against her cheeks, followed quickly by the connection of their lips. A few soft, suckling noises seemed to get lost in the crackling of the fireplace. Oliva blushed as Michelle stared so passionately at her. <strong>"Not offended at all. Minty fresh. I like it." </strong>She leaned forward, pecking another soft kiss on Michelle's lips. She rotated Michelle and slid so that the two were facing one another. She scooted forward and let her soft cheek lovingly rub against Michelle's. <strong>"You're beautiful, Michelle. I feel like the luckiest woman alive."</strong> Their noses grazed across each other, and Oliva's breath could be felt.
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>08-06-2013, 21:18:25</strong>
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				<strong>Michelle Chamberlain</strong><br><strong>Her apartment</strong><br><strong>Oliva</strong><br><hr><br>She wasn't expecting the reaction she got. Hoping yes, but expecting... not in a million years and she almost purred like a cat when Oliva returned the kiss. The words echoed in her alcohol hazed mind and when she felt Oliva's breath on her face, she planted her lips firmly on her guest's again, this time using her tongue thoroughly, dancing it around Oliva's. Her hand was searching for Oliva's stomach and when it had found it, it moved under her top over her skin to the bra. <br><br>Michelle gasped in her kiss as she felt Oliva's warm skin and reached the fabric of the bra. For a moment she hesitated if she should continue here on the floor or move upstairs to the bedroom but when she cupped Oliva's breast, even through the fabric of the bra, she felt such an intense sensation that she was pretty sure they wouldn't make it to the bedroom even if they tried. <br><br><strong>"Take.... it.... off...."</strong> she whispered between some kisses as she pulled on Oliva's top, really not bothering about the lights, the open curtains and the music anymore. With some effort she stopped kissing long enough to help Oliva get her top off and when she saw her bare stomach and bra, she kissed it and touched it as if it was the last thing she'd ever do.<br><br><strong>"God I want you soooo badly..." </strong><br><br>She licked around Oliva's bellybutton, kissed her ribs, blew some breath over her stomach and placed hands on the button of Oliva's pants.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 3 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>08-06-2013, 23:03:10</strong>
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				<strong>Oliva</strong><br><strong>Michelle's Apartment</strong><br><strong>Michelle</strong><br><hr><br>Oliva shut her eyes, allowing her senses to go wild. Her lips waited passively. She didn't lean forward, but she gladly met any approaching advances. Her tongue swirled and danced with Michelle's. She placed her hands on Michelle's hips, but she wasn't daring enough to search for anything further.<br><br>Her eyes opened as she felt Michelle's hands adventuring up her shirt. She giggled and gave a short nod that showed her approval without the need for words. Her own hands moved to help remove her clothing, and she tossed it gently away from the fireplace. Her breathing had increased considerably, but she was rather quiet.<br><br>The light from the fireplace reflected off of Oliva's sun-touched skin. Her breasts were small, but they were quite perky. She ran her hands erotically along her sides, showing off the toned stomach she had spent many hours working for. <strong>"Oh god..."</strong> A quiet moan escaped her lips as she began to feel Michelle begin to taste and feel her skin. <strong>"Don't stop."</strong> She reached behind her back and untied her bra. A big smile formed on her lips, and she motioned with her index finger for Michelle to press forward. Leaning backward, she slowly lowered herself onto her back. <strong>"Get on top."</strong> She looked at her pants and grinned. <strong>"Take them off."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 3 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>09-06-2013, 10:48:10</strong>
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				<strong>Michelle Chamberlain</strong><br><strong>Her apartment</strong><br><strong>Oliva</strong><br><hr><br>For Michelle it all felt surreal. She called a girl who she was just friends with over to have sex without thinking. Never did she expect that Oliva would accept it, let alone encourage her the way she was doing. Michelle kept kissing the skin of Oliva but when Oliva took off her bra Michelle had to stop. She gasped visibly at the sight when Oliva turned on her back, both out of passion and out of awe. <br><br>Without Oliva having to ask twice, Michelle sat on her legs and bent forward to kiss her again, more passionate than before and more passionate than she had ever kissed anybody in her life. At least that's how it felt to her. One hand was on the floor next to Oliva's stomach and the other was exploring her stomach and ribcage and slowly moving it's way up again to her now bare breasts. When she cupped then and knidded them gently, she was still kissing Oliva but she could definately feel the girl's body react to her actions. Slowly she stopped kissing, gently bit Oliva's lower lip and then moved her mouth to the tanned girl's nipples. <br><br>She licked them both once then ever so softly blew some cold air over them, a process she repeated several times to make sure to stimulate them to the max. When she saw Oliva reacting and when she knew the nipples would be super sensitive she stopped and kissed Oliva just above her bellybutton.<br><br>With Andrew she never had to take the lead much when they had guests sleep over for sex but she knew she could and with Oliva, she would.<br><br>Her fingers unbottoned the white pants and quickly pulled them down in one smooth go after she had taken off Oliva's shoes as well. Michelle's hands roamed Oliva's feet and legs kissing them from toes to thighs, stopping at her panties. She kissed Oliva's crotch through the fabric and got her hands under her bum. When she had enough clearance, she got her teeth around the edge of the panties and pulled them down enough to reveal Oliva's sex. She finished undressing Oliva with her hands. With that done, Michelle sat on her knees on Oliva's legs and looked down at her.<br><br><strong>"I'm gonna fuck you so hard that when morning comes all you can do is squirm and beg for more." </strong><br><br>She then leaned forward again and placed her hands on Oliva's breasts. While she kissed her again, she dug her fingers deeper and harder into the soft fleshy orbs, pinning Oliva down into the ground.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 3 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>13-06-2013, 00:52:38</strong>
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				<strong>Oliva</strong><br><strong>Michelle's Apartment</strong><br><strong>Michelle</strong><br><hr><br>Even though the room was cool, there was more than enough heat to provide the cold-natured manager with a sense of warmth. A soft sigh escaped her innocent lips as the heat of the fireplace flickered against her skin, and the friction between their bodies made things even more heated. She had no idea what to expect when she adventured into the apartment, but all of her feelings of suspicion and regret vanished within the first five minutes.<br><br>She discovered everything she needed to know in Michelle's longing eyes. Oliva had always had a talent for reading people's feelings through body language. In fact, it was one of the reasons why she was a successful manager. As her eyes connected with Michelle's, she saw one thing: pure passion. She knew that Michelle's divorce had taken a toll on her, but she didn't realize how severe it had been. The bubbly pilot needed somebody to fill the void, and Oliva decided that she would be the person to pull her through the storm. Never before had she been with a woman who kissed her flesh so passionately, and she had no intention of leaving her alone in her damaged state.<br><br>Her glossy lips formed into a simple, yet charismatic smirk as Michelle's lips ran fervently up her body. <strong>"That feels great..."</strong> She whispered as her nipples perked up. Michelle never stayed in one place for long, and Oliva continuously cooperated with her changing desires until she was entirely nude. Oliva was neither self conscious nor arrogant, but she felt inclined to present her body to Michelle. At work, Oliva always aimed to please the customer. In bed, she was not much different. She was the type of bed mate who always strove to make her partner's experience enjoyable. Michelle's wounded state made her even more determined; she wanted the night to be more memorable than any she or the pilot had ever experienced.<br><br>The almost animalistic way that Michelle removed her clothing turned Oliva on beyond imagination. <strong>"Michelle..."</strong> It was a simple name, but Oliva spoke it with such colorful emotion. She blushed as Michelle saw her slit. Her labia was flayed outward, and it was a pretty shade of pink. Her busy schedule often made shaving a luxury, and it had been two days since her last session, resulting in a small amount of stubble. She saw the desire in Michelle's eyes, and she had no intention of resisting her. She wrapped her arms around Michelle's back, gently stroking her shirt. She thought being nude underneath a clothed woman was sexy. Her petite, sun-touched body looked perfect under Michelle's light skin. It was a perfect contrast.<br><br><strong>"I'm here for you."</strong> She said, after Michelle finally released another kiss. <strong>"No matter what happens, you can talk to me. You can call me... You can fuck me."</strong> She pecked a sweet kiss on Michelle's cheek, showing her more common soft side. <strong>"I know you're hurting, but I'm here to help. No strings attached, okay? You don't have to feel any sense of regret or uneasiness."</strong> She leaned forward, her lips connecting with Michelle's once again. Her legs spread wide, and her body relaxed into a submissive position. <strong>"We have all night together. And then all morning."</strong> She totally forgot about her job. <strong>"Don't hold back. Show me what you've got."</strong> She whispered into Michelle's ear. <strong>"I want you to screw me until I'm numb. Michelle..."</strong> She called out for her once again in the same soft tone. <strong>"Right now, you look like an angel, but you look like a goddess when you smile."</strong> She ran her cheek lovingly across Michelle's. <strong>"Smile for me."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 3 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>14-06-2013, 18:16:50</strong>
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				<strong>Michelle Chamberlain</strong><br><strong>Her apartment</strong><br><strong>Oliva</strong><br><hr><br>Despite her eager start, Michelle had never done this before. Usually when she and Andrew had a girl over it was him doing all the hard work turning the girl on and all Michelle had to do, was basically finish the job. Having Oliva now fully undressed underneath her gave her a whole new feeling she had never had. It was overwhelming. She wanted to do so many things to Oliva (and her request certainly didn't help with that) but Michelle had no idea where to start. All the toys they had used on guests were upstairs and getting up to get them just seemed wrong. <br><br>When she finally released her hands from Oliva's breasts, the marks were clearly visibly and Michelle decided to just go with whatever her feelings told her. She lowered herself and kissed Oliva's breasts and nipples and when her hands took over she lowered her mouth, again while kissing and trailing with her tongue down to Oliva's bellybutton and even lower to the nether regions. A few kisses and some cold breath and then a quick kiss. <br><br>The alcohol was certainly having an effect on the young pilot and she was pretty tired from a long day at work but when she felt Oliva's body reacting to the kiss it recieved on those sensitive regions, she got spurred on.<br><br>She smiled at Oliva from her current position at the comments her guest made about her looking like an angel and then wrapped her arms under and around Oliva's legs and started to kiss, blow air and lick at her exotic friend's sex. At first slow and insecure but as Oliva got more and more aroused her body produced more and more moist and that caused Michelle to get more comfortable until she was eagerly lapping at Oliva's sex. Occasionally she stuck her tongue inside, suckled on the clit and moved her hands up to massage Oliva's breasts. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 3 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>18-06-2013, 07:09:24</strong>
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				<strong>Oliva</strong><br><strong>Michelle's Apartment</strong><br><strong>Michelle</strong><br><hr><br>Oliva's back formed a beautiful arch as shocks of pleasure traveled up her spine. She let out a drawn out moan as Michelle's cold breath teased across her sex. <strong>"Oh, god. Michelle, oh Michelle..."</strong> Her legs gladly spread apart in an attempt to lure Michelle into their midst.<br><br><strong>"Fuck... That feels so good!"</strong> She called out, unable to control herself. Her hands reached out and began to run through Michelle's hair, making it rather messy as a result. <strong>"Oh fuck, the smile!"</strong> She laughed, knowing that it was finally about to begin. She let out another string of moans and pushed her hips forward as Michelle's lips ran against her slit.<br><br><strong>"It feels heavenly! Don't stop!"</strong> It took a matter of moments for her to become wet. Not only was her body aroused by the actions, but her mental attraction to Michelle was also great. <strong>"Faster... Oh god baby..." </strong>She looked down her stomach and watched Michelle eat her out. <strong>"How do I taste? I hope you're enjoying yourself down there!"</strong> She teased, beginning to relax and grow more comfortable.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 3 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>19-06-2013, 14:55:27</strong>
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				<strong>Michelle Chamberlain</strong><br><strong>Her apartment</strong><br><strong>Oliva</strong><br><hr><br>The week had been tough and the evening with the girls hadn't exactly ended the way Michelle wanted but she forgot about most of it soon enough. Oliva was getting wet quicker than a cow in a monsoon and Michelle eagerly licked it all off. She lay on her stomach and Oliva had her legs spread wide now.<br><br>Michelle could think of many things she wanted to do to Oliva, some of the things she had done already with the girls she had shared with Andrew, some were different, all of them naughty and raunchy and all of them got Michelle more aroused by the second. <br><br>"You taste heavenly love," she whispered as she kissed Oliva's inner thighs.<br><br>Her hands now stopped teasing Oliva's breasts and nipples and wrapped around her hips so Michelle's fingers could reach Oliva's sex. Gently she spread the wet labia open and again blew in some cold air.<br><br>Then Michelle got up on her knees and leaned on one hand while sticking two fingers of the other hand deep into Oliva's sex. Smiling and moaning ever so softly, she fingered Oliva vigorously and as fast as she could move her hands.<br><br>"Come for me babe... come hard."
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