Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 & Combicon)
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				Title: <strong>Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>22-07-2008, 01:39:03</strong>
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				<strong><tt class="bbc_tt">Saba Rock, British Virgin Islands<br>2008 - July 18th - 13:45<br>96 <sup>deg</sup> - Strong winds from the SSE</tt></strong><br><br>Jeffrey Stein waited at the small marina.&nbsp; All of his photography supplies had already been loaded into the aging Piper Cub which floated alongside the rocking dock.&nbsp; He looked again to the ominous thunderheads gathering to the South.&nbsp; Over the rocky outcropings of the apty named Saba Rock, palm trees swaying in the breeze the thunder clouds rose like a giant floating black cliff.&nbsp; Impatient, he held down the flowing flaps of his white canvas shirt and talked to the pilot.<br><br>"¿Por qué no podemos irnos? El tiempo parece malo. Necesito volver al continente antes de cena."&nbsp; He reached into his pocket to pull out a large billfold, stuffed with US dollars.&nbsp; Jeff knew how things worked down here.<br><br>"Señor apesadumbrado. Estamos esperando a otro pasajero del hotel. No se preocupe, nosotros se irá pronto."&nbsp; He did eye the wallet.&nbsp; Jeffrey was about to try for round two, when he heard the approaching motorboat overtop the waves.&nbsp; Turning, he saw one of the sleek cruisers from the resort hotel approaching the small dock where the sea-planes docked (they were unable to enter the lagoon where the resort hotel was because of the reefs)<br><br>"Finally.." he muttered to himself in English, and opening the back door, he climbed into the back of the cab, sitting beside the seats where his camera equipment took up the back of the plane, and his other bags took up the back seat, leaving only 3 free seats in the passenger compartment.&nbsp; Reaching into a pocket, he pulled out a thin mentos cigarette and lit up, closing his eyes and thumping his head against the side window of the plane.<br><br><hr><em>Apologies to anyone who can actually speak English.<br><br>Visual reference for Jeffrey Stein http://www.capitalchicks.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/male-model.jpg (http://www.capitalchicks.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/male-model.jpg)</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>25-07-2008, 02:53:48</strong>
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				Selphie Summers (http://www.imagefap.com/image.php?id=306552874&amp;link=thm), a youngish sixteen year old female. She was the daughter to one of those who was running a company that was somehow attached to the photoshoot that Jeffrey was scouting for, she didn't know the details, as far as she knew, she was just going to help him out with work he needed to do. She stood about five foot six inches tall, and probably would grow to be quite a beautiful young girl, if not a model, she would certainly have the attitude like one, for most of the time anyhow. She acted quite a lot like one at the moment, and was spoilt somewhat. She was wearing a pink loose skirt, which some probably would have called a miniskirt, her tanned legs revealed underneath, and a loose black top, revealing just some of her cleavage. She held a phone to her ear, talking to one of her family members, either her mother or father, probably would have been her father, trying to get out of doing work. <br><strong>"Mutta isä! En halua! Älä tee minua ... sakon ...</strong> hanging up the phone as she made her way down the peer, she noticed the person she had seen a few times; Jeffrey. Walking up to him, she looked a little disappointed, but then, she actually got along with Jeffrey the last time they met, which was quite awhile ago. She didn't know what he worked as, or for, she just knew he was going to be joining her on the trip. Looking over at the Piper Cub she looked up at him again. He was a bit taller than she, which she remember him being last time. One of her hands was gently holding her skirt down, to stop it blowing around at her waist and revealing what was below. <br><strong>"Olemme menossa, että pala roskaruokaa?"</strong> she muttered to herself, before switching languages almost instantly. "How long will it take us to get there?" looking from the plane to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>25-07-2008, 04:01:55</strong>
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				Having to bring the daughter of one of the financial backers was one of the conditions of this photo-shoot.&nbsp; Although sending a sixteen something.. he could only imagine what her father was setting her up for.&nbsp; Of course she carried herself with the smug self-centered aire that so many other models he knew carried.<br><br>"I'm just the photographer...&nbsp; Besides we are scouting locations.." he glanced at the thunder heads and then back at the girl.&nbsp; This was not going to be a good day.&nbsp; Perhaps they would blow off to the North.. yes.. he decided..that's what he needed.. the will of nature to turn things around.<br><br>He reached to hold the door open to the floating plane.. the pilot climbing in on this side and shifting to the pilot's seat.<br><br>"Por favor átense los cinturones. Seremos tomando desconectado pronto."&nbsp; The pilot looked out the window at the gathering storm, then added "Estará un áspero montar."<br><br>Jeffrey glanced over at the daughter of the man who hired him. "He said get in.. sit back and hold tight.&nbsp; It's going to be a bumpy ride"&nbsp; He leans back and takes a long draw on the smoke. "You've grown.. last time I saw you..you were what..12..13?"&nbsp; That time was even creepier..he thought..her father having him take suggestive poses of his daughter.&nbsp; 'Portfolio shots' he called them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>27-07-2008, 18:28:08</strong>
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				Her father was strange. He had collected pictures of her from when she was young, and when he wasn't, he told her that she reminded him of her mother, so, she guessed he got the pictures because of that reason; to be reminded, to feel that love that he had once felt. Her mother had died when she was quite young, so, never really had the chance to get to know her at all. Her father spoiled her, only because she didn't have a mother, thinking that she would be sad that she had lost something that others had, but truth be told; she had never really experienced having a mother, so couldn't feel any sorrow for loosing one. She never had questioned his wanting to take pictures of her, but had also pondered the thought that it was in case he lost her; he'd have something to remember her by as well, which was why, occasionally when she did go to scout locations with people, she would be in the shoots occasionally, to let her father know what the places would be like with a model in them, or so the scouts said. "Alright" she replied, when he translated, walking over to the plane, it's type she wasn't sure of, but she knew it wasn't going to be as comfortable as some that she had been on. Turning around as he spoke again, she thought back a few years, "Yeah, that would be about right" she said with a small nod, before entering the plane and sitting in one of the passanger seats at the back. She wondered what language they spoke in, only having experience with a few languages. One other language if English didn't count. Underneath her clothes she wore a bikini, as she always did when going to scout locations on tropical islands or beaches. When he entered the plane itself as well, the doors shut and the engine was turned on, rattling a few times nosily, before the propeller started to spin at the front of the vehicle and the land around them began to move, as the plane slowly began to build up speed. Spying a slightly unfashionable headset, one for each of them apparently, she slipped it on. The noise of the engine was muted somewhat, and she would be able to hear anything that the pilot and photographer said, assuming it was in English, she would be able to understand it too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 01:19:12</strong>
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				Once the old battered plane was out of the water the ride wasn't any smoother..the turbulence at the front of the storm causing the little plane to jolt and rock.&nbsp; Of course the scenery was breathless.. the water a crystal blue.. the trees on the island swaying in the winds.. sandy beaches of pure white.&nbsp; And this was the touristy place.. <br><br>The photographer watched her.. and then thought back to the folded note in his pocket.&nbsp; The note that came with several thousand dollars.. under the table.&nbsp; What exactly her father wanted to take photographs of.. and how explicit.<br><br>The photographer looked over the teen again, then spoke in English. "Have you done much other modeling or helping for your father?&nbsp; He was very generous to take me on for this assignment.. something about being unhappy with the fellow he used after me for a couple years."&nbsp; <br><br>The plane seemed to get ahead of the storm-winds and settled down abit.&nbsp; "Estamos permaneciendo delante de la tormenta. Debe ser vuelo fácil de aquí. Tres o cuatro horas de tapas."&nbsp; Jeffrey translated.. "It should be alittle less bumpy.&nbsp; We have a few hours..." pulling the lens-cap off one of his cameras to snap some pictures of the islands as they fly above them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 03:07:29</strong>
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				Looking over at him, despite the fact that she heard him in both ears, via the headset, so, to be fair, she didn't actually have to look around, but it was more of a natural reaction than anything else. "Any time he makes me go to a new place to shoot..." she shrugged, not thinking much of it, she had been doing it all her life, pretty much, so was quite used to it all, she had done some underwear ones, after those, she asked him if she could do swimwear ones instead, not really enjoying the underwear ones as much, and he agreed, as long as she did some underwear ones occasionally. Nodding, she rested her shoulder against the side of the plane, resting her head against the window and looking down into the sea, and several islands. It was truly beautiful, but resting against the side of the plane didn't make her feel any more comfortable, her whole body started to shake because of that, and a few moments later, she sat back up normally, before looking over at him. "What got you into photography? And why with my dad?" she asked, wondering if he had any say in her tagging along, and taking photos of her as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 03:11:55</strong>
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				Unfortunately he needs to speak up to be heard over the racket of the engine.&nbsp; He continued talking while the plane flew, turning to snap pictures of Selphie lounging in the uncomfortable metal chair.<br><br>"I've done some work for your father.. then got hired by .. a men's magazine.&nbsp; They had seen some of my worked, and offered me quite a nice lump sum to come and give my services to them.&nbsp; I've gotten by.. both doing some commercial work.. but mostly doing private photo sessions.. you know.. rich person wants something special as a keep-sake.. bring me in.&nbsp; All word of mouth stuff.&nbsp; I guess in a way..that's why your father looked me up again." <br><br>He pauses..knowing he'd have to broach this subject..although this didn't seem like the place.&nbsp; "I was given some special directions.. not just for the setting... but for you too.&nbsp; He also sent along with me several sets of clothing for you for the photos.." &nbsp;He tries to watch her to gauge her reaction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 15:53:36</strong>
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				Sitting back into the chair, trying to get as comfortable as possible for the rest of the journey, she listened to his next statements, and then he spoke about the shoot. Sighing a little, she sat forward, putting her head in her hands, before her hands sweeping up her forehead, over her scalp, pushing her hair back a little. He had done this almost every time, and until the shoot, she had never found out what pictures they were, usually because her father never allowed her to travel in the same plane as the photographer. "What clothes?" she asked, turning her head and looking at him, hoping he would tell. He had said that he wouldn't this time, and like always, her father went back on his word. 
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				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 22:44:34</strong>
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				Jeffrey pursed his lips.&nbsp; It wasn't supposed to go down like this.&nbsp; He was supposed to start all slow and 'normal'..and then ease into some of the special clothing.&nbsp; His brief indecision shows on his face, and then he makes up his mind.<br><br>He glances up to the front, then reaches up to take off the earphones, leaning over between the seats - so the pilot couldn't hear.&nbsp; He suspected the pilot knew some English, even if all of his talking so far had been in Spanish.<br><br>"Your father.. well.. he wanted me to get certain shots.&nbsp; I'd be paid on a sliding scale, depending on the quality of the shots..and how far we got.&nbsp; I'm telling you this because.. well.. normally my models know everything going into a shoot... and I feel alittle uncomfortable about how this was laid out.&nbsp; We were to start with some bathing suit shots.. then from there he wanted me to get some shots of you modeling in your underwear."&nbsp; He paused to breathe.. "From there.. I was to see if I could get you to..."<br><br>There is a sudden jolt, and it's only by the seat-belts that both of them are not sent careening throughout the cabin.<br><br>"¡Mierda! ¿Qué usted está haciendo para arriba allí?" Jeffrey grabs the headphones and shouts angerly into it.<br><br>"Turbulencia" comes the reply over the headset.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>29-07-2008, 12:29:03</strong>
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				She didn't have time to answer, or rather listen to what he had to say and give a response, either verbally or by her expression. Looking from him to the pilot, she began to wonder what's happening. "Wh-what happened?" she asked, thinking that he would have said it was just turbulance to her if it was, and she didn't like to be kept in the dark, so to speak, about such things. The plane had started to descend, making her ears pop, and it was descending at a rate that was slightly faster than normal, considering the fact that it was almost vertical. A second or two later of looking at the front of the plain, she realised; the propeller had stopped. The pilot was frantically pulling at levers, pushing switchs, and eventually it turned on, nearly half their altitude had been dropped, but they were alive. "What-what's going on?" she demanded, looking at either of them for an explanation, even if the pilot couldn't speak english. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>29-07-2008, 13:19:05</strong>
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				Jeffrey reached over to Selphie's arm. "Don't worry.. it was just some turbulence" He looked to the front.. it was alittle alarming..seeing the prop stopped..and the pilot panicing abit.<br><br>There was a sudden gust of wind, and hitting another pocket of turbulence, the plane was pitched to the side and dropped another hundred feet.<br><br>The pilot started murmering into the headset as he struggled with the controls.."Oh la madre santa, nos protege..... Oh padre santo, vigilar nosotros..."&nbsp; Jeffrey didn't feel the need to translate the pilot saying his prayers...<br><br>He squeezed Selphie's arm.."Okay..maybe.. alittle worry.&nbsp; Just hold on tight.." <br><br>Through the window it was a dizzying display.. ocean, beach, sky, ocean, beach sky.. as the plane spun.. falling like a wounded bird.&nbsp; Jeffrey took quick stock of his surroundings.. and just when things couldn't get any worse.. there was a horrendous metal tearing noise.. and cool air whipped into the cabin.&nbsp; A new set of light appeared as the roof of the cabin buckled.. the plastic windows on either side cracked .. then the upper wing (which formed the roof of the cabin) separated from the cabin, tearing the roof off the cabin.<br><br>Chaos ensued as the plane fell like a dart from the sky towards the crystal blue choppy water.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>30-07-2008, 22:39:50</strong>
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				Pretty much everything he said from that point wasn't actually heard by her, the thought of plumitting down into the earth had pretty much made almost all sunds impossible to hear, bar her own beating heart, she didn't know that the pilot was praying, and it wouldn't have helped if she did, not that she would have known. For all she knew, he could be reading the altitude, or how fast the wind was going. The next thing she saw was the helecopter. She was outside, flying of her own accord, or rather, falling with style. The wind that had enterd the helecopter had ripped her out, not wearing a seatbelt probably was a viable reason as to why it had happened. The speed, along with everything else made her become unconsious before hitting the water, luckily. The angle she had been projected at wasn't a harsh one, allowing her to enter the water freely, with minimal pain, not that she would have felt any, being unconsious, but when she woke up she would have. The tide was pushing her in, quite fast too, no thanks to the storm, there was small waves appearing pushing her across, and occasionally into some sharp rocks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>30-07-2008, 23:50:24</strong>
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				The back of the small plane (helicopter?) was bedlam after the roof was ripped off.&nbsp; Jeffrey was held in by the seat belt - however Selphie didn't fare quite so well.&nbsp; Not having belted in (rebellion of youth.. perhaps) she was sucked out, along with most of the cases which weren't strapped down in the back.&nbsp; There wasn't any chance of the plane surviving this.. instincts took over, and Jeffrey curled forward, protecting his head.. as the plane impacted the rough water.<br><br>Coming to, his vision was all pink.&nbsp; He was aware of a bobbing.. the plane was somehow bobbing..miraculously upright.. water pouring in.&nbsp; He reached to pull at the belt.. but it was bent over..the mechanism broken.&nbsp; He pulled a couple precious moments longer, then reached into his pocket, tossing out his wallet and grabbing his small pen-knife.&nbsp; Pulling it open, he sawed through the belt as the water rose to his knees.&nbsp; Overhead the sky rumbled.. taking in delight at it's captured prey.&nbsp; Debris from the plane was strewn over several hundred feet.. luckily some of it landed close to the atoll of an island.. unfortunately that meant razor-sharp coral and rough waters shoving and mixing the debris.. pushing it towards the sandy beach.<br><br>Free at last, the water surged, swelling up around Jeffrey's waist..and for a moment there was a danger of it pulling him down as the rest of the fuselage went to the depths..but he bobbed to the surface, surrounded by floating cases and bits of airplane.&nbsp; And fuel.&nbsp; Which thankfully had not yet ignited.<br><br>He started to swim towards the shore.. lucky to be alive..and for the moment..unknowing where Selphie was.. or what fate befell her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>01-08-2008, 14:35:32</strong>
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				Drifting through sharp rocks wasn't anything that Selphie ever considered would happen to her. Even if she wasn't conscious when it happened. The waves slowly brought her closer and closer to the shore, with a bag that had managed to tangle itself on her leg. It took about half an hour for her to reach the shore, her clothes quite ripped, and bleeding underneath. There were the occasional rips without any gashes or cuts, but those were few and hard to find. Reaching the shore, her clothes soaked through, as was her hair, it took her at least fifteen to twenty minutes to wake up properly, and when she did, her body was throbbing all over. Even though she had entered the water with little to no harm, it had done some damage to her muscles. Her eyes opened slowly, and even though she had only been out for thirty minutes or so, they still stung. Maybe the salt water had got into her eyes, she didn't know, nor did she care. Forcing her muscles to work, she pushed herself up into a sitting position, looking around her, a nice beach, the sand was fairly warm, but there was obviously a storm brewing. Looking down at herself, there were lots of cuts in her top, and her skin, the largest going from her hip, right up to just an inch or two away from her nipple, the cut itself in her skin wasn't as long, but it had managed to cut through her bra cup as well, leaving her slightly revealed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>01-08-2008, 23:34:19</strong>
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				Jeffrey swam, half floating on the luggage.&nbsp; He knew something was wrong with his left leg.. when he tried to move it he nearly was paralyzed in pain... so he kept it still.. kicking and pulling with one arm while the other gripped the bobbing case.&nbsp; The water was rough, the current pushing him in.&nbsp; Luckily, the swells were enough for him to go over most of the coral.. his feet hit the sharp razors edge once or twice, cutting him..but floating on the cases he missed the worse of it.. being swept towards the beach.&nbsp; Finally.. there was soft sand underfoot.&nbsp; Pushing with his good leg, he crawled up upon shore..pushing himself up to look around.&nbsp; The plane had long since disappeared, but there was wreckage floating in the ocean.&nbsp; And behind.. stark black clouds.<br><br>His body ached..and his leg.. at this point he felt like his left leg was useless.<br><br>"HELLO?!?&nbsp; IS THERE ANYBODY THERE?!" He called out.. then "Hola! Señor! ¿Está usted allí? ¿Puede usted oírme?" coughing he collapsed on the case.. panting for breath.&nbsp; At first the only answer was a rumble, followed by the first patters of raindrops.&nbsp; Jeffrey looked up, then to the cover the edge of the trees on the island gave.&nbsp; He started crawling towards the trees..lifting his injured leg to keep it from any movement.&nbsp; When he was about there, he spied something moving further down the beach.&nbsp; He turned and started crawling towards the barely conscious girl.
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				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>04-08-2008, 13:04:53</strong>
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				She heard something. Something familiar. A voice. <em>At least there are people here...maybe they saw the crash...</em> she thought to herself, but the voice was more familiar than just being human. <em>Wait! That's Jeffrey!</em> she added to the thoughts. Trying to push herself up, she managed it, and began to walk at a fast pace towards where she had heard his voice, falling a few times as she made her way, she picked herself up, until she was finally on a hill. She could see him, he had managed to float quite a bit away from her during the crash...No, the plane was near him, <em>she</em> was the one who floated. Trying to walk, she fell once more. Looking down at her leg, the bag was still tangled around her leg. Taking it off, she opened it up. Luckily, it was waterproof; no water inside, not that it mattered much, there were only clothes inside, seethrough nighties, bras, panties, the usual stuff. Zipping it closed once more. "Jeffrey!" she tried to call, but it only came out as a mild squeak, which made her blush slightly. Sighing, she made her way down the hill, falling over halfway and rolling the rest. The bag must have caught on a sharp rock, it ripped and sent her underwear flying pretty much everywhere. <br>Getting up, she made her way to Jeffrey. "Jeffrey!" she tried again, her voice was normal. "Are you okay?" she asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>04-08-2008, 17:08:49</strong>
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				Jeffrey was crawling up the sandy debris strewn beach when he heard Selphie's voice.&nbsp; He crawled faster, crying out whenever he'd accidentally put his left leg down to push himself along.&nbsp; In the moment, he doesn't linger on her state of torn clothing...just thankful to see her alive.<br><br>"I'm...alright.. My leg..I think it's broken..I don't know how bad"&nbsp; Overhead the sky rumbled louder.&nbsp; The wind picked up and rain started to fall.<br><br>"We need to get to cover..the storm will be on us soon." he points to the trees and some rocks which could provide some shelter from the impeding storm.&nbsp; <br><br>By the time they made it to the rocky overhang, it was raining pretty hard.&nbsp; He was leaning on her to support and hopping, which wasn't too easy in the sand.&nbsp; The rock was weathered and shaped by the winds and tides.. but formed abit of a hollow underneath where they'd be safe.&nbsp; Once there, Jeffrey huddled abck against the rock, wrapping his arms around Selphie as the storm hit the island in full force.. half passing out with her in his arms for protection from the wind and odd whipping debris and blowing sand and water.
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				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>04-08-2008, 17:58:41</strong>
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				"Alright" she nodded, "Well, at least we're alive..." she said, helping him up and walk over to the trees which he had indicated previously. As she helped him down, herself out of the rock at the moment, she felt cold drops of water hitting her back and her head, having completely forgotten about the rip in her clothes. Slipping in beside him, she felt a blush creep over her cheeks as she felt him wrap around her, but didn't say anything, knowing the state they were in, it was better not to complain, and he felt warm anyway. Looking down at his leg, she thought for a moment, wondering if it was broken. She had fallen off a horse and broken her arm once, well, several times, been taken to a hospital each time. Thinking back, she moved slightly. "I'll be right back" she whispered, looking out into the steadily hardening rain. Getting up and out of the rocky 'cave', she moved towards where the clothes had dropped. Picking up two bras, some panties, and a few nighties&nbsp; at random, she went hunting for some wood. It took her maybe ten minutes to find some, and when she got back she was soaked, her black top sticking to her skin and bra, her skirt not revealing much other than what was being revealed before. She sat back down with the clothes and four lengths of wood, completely different sizes though, unfortunately. Taking two of them, of approximate size, she didn't know if it would work, but it was worth a try. Picking up two of the bras, she tied the ends together, doing the same for the other, effectively becoming splints, as she had seen in the hospital. This was only working on her imagination, and determination to get off of the island. "This may hurt a lot" she said, moving his leg slightly, straightening it and slipping one of the 'splints' underneath, then one on top, roughly how she was given it on her arm. She ripped the pairs of panties and tied them together forming a 'rope' which she tied around the splints, doing the same on the other side with a nightie, so his leg was kept as rigid as possible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>04-08-2008, 18:04:13</strong>
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				He could see what she was doing, and nodded.&nbsp; He winced as she started to tie the split, then hissed out. "TIghter.. it needs to be tight." <br><br>Finally after he was bound, he wraps his arms around her, and the two drift in and out of consciousness as the storm passed, and the sky turned dark.&nbsp; He came to in the dark.. shivering.&nbsp; The storm had passed, and through openings in the skies some stars peeked down.&nbsp; He embraced Selphie.. then just sitting..lost in thought.<br><br>"No one is going to find us." he mused.. "With that storm.. they'd think we never got to where we were going..and if the storm hit hard..it may be days or weeks before anyone notices us missing.&nbsp; And if someone found the plane wreckage...we'd be assumed for dead." he mused aloud.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>04-08-2008, 21:13:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Had this not have been under the circumstances it was, she probably would have blushed at him seeing her underwear, and how revealing it was, even if he was going to photograph her later in it, she tightened it when he instructed her to, hoping he had more instruction on this than she did. She opened her eyes, drifting back into consciousness as he spoke again, shaking her head, "They will. My dad wouldn't just leave me here." she said looking at him, "I'm sure he's already sent people looking when he got news of the storm" she added.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>04-08-2008, 22:24:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He looks down into his arms...he was thinking she was still sleeping.&nbsp; "I'm sure they would." he shifts.. the sole warmth they have was what their bodies generated together.&nbsp; <br><br>"I think in the morning..we should try to get what we can.. and go from there.&nbsp; I guess this puts everything into perspective.. here I thought this was just another photo shoot.. and now..well..I'd be happy to just be home.&nbsp; Although..this makes a hell of a story."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>05-08-2008, 10:15:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nodding, she agreed with him, not being able to say anything else, too worn out from what had happened, she fell into him, asleep. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>05-08-2008, 13:16:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jeffrey's eyes opened to sunlight streaming through the palm trees.&nbsp; He felt the body of Selphie curled up tight against him, and then groaned.. his body hurt all over and he was hungry.&nbsp; He shifted, and felt her awake under him.<br><br>"Mmm.. we should see what we can salvage.&nbsp; With a storm that bad.. it may take them a day or so to get all the stuff together to form a search party.. and there are alot of islands.. so that would take abit too.&nbsp; We should see what we can salvage from the beach.. maybe find some food or something."<br><br>His leg is broken.. specifically his ankle.. but he gets a long piece of broken wood which makes a makeshift crutch, and he's able to slowly get himself around.&nbsp; In the immediate area they are able to recover her bag of clothing (if all the sexy underwear could be called clothing), a couple of his cases which were watertight, and contained his cameras... ironically enough.. and some pieces of metal from the plane's wing.&nbsp; There is plenty of driftwood blown in from the storm, and by lunch they have made a rough lean-to under the cave, and a lens from the camera bag, he gets a small fire started.&nbsp; <br><br>Dinner consisted of some coconuts, and a rather unlucky turtle who's turtlemeat Jeffrey had remember having as a delicacy a couple years back.&nbsp; And then.. now fed.. and relatively sheltered... they had time to just wait.<br><br>Jeffrey looked over to Selphie where she was resting.. "You know.. even though we're.. washed up here.. did you still want to get your photos done.. to have something when we go back to the main-land?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>05-08-2008, 13:31:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Once awake, she helped him collect food, and the 'clothing'. Luckily none of it got ripped, although it was a 'little' wet, and helped him make the lento, before she realised she wasn't helping much and let him do it. She didn't like the idea of killing a turtle, but knew unless there was any other - in her opinion - lesser animals, it would have to do. She doubted there would be, not on a place like this, and not coming out right after a storm. She felt a lot better when she had been fed, she leaned against the rock, her eyes closing as he spoke, listening to him. As he requested it, she blushed once more, even though he had seen her underwear, seeing her in it was a different story. <em>It WOULD pass time...and I don't think he'd tell anyone...or show them around...</em> she thought to herself, staying silent for a few minutes, before nodding "If you think you can, yeah, I don't want you not to get paid" she replied, "Where should we do it?" she asked.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>05-08-2008, 18:31:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked at her.. she was cut up from the coral..but could wash and clean..and shoot from her other side.&nbsp; He wondered if any of her makeup survived with the coverup, and questioned as such.<br><br>They had talked about the turtle..by the time it was cooked it was just unrecognizable bits of meat which tasted SO GOOD compared with the leafy stuff... talked about maybe catching a fish..but that would be hard.. then went on tangents about smoking fish and the like.<br><br>Moving to the photos, he tried to reassure her.<br><br>"These are what I was commissioned to by your father.. The glamour shots..you know..head..body..poses..those sort..are for your ongoing portfolio.&nbsp; I don't know why he wanted underwear.. although you know if you were trying to break into the industry..that's pretty common." <br><br>He pauses.. "Your father..had some..clauses in my contract..about what I should take if I wanted to get fully paid."&nbsp; He pauses, looking at her.. "He wanted me to take some shots.. without the underwear.. if you know what I mean."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>05-08-2008, 19:32:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She knew what kind of shots, but had never been told what they were for, it seemed pretty obvious, but she was still confused as to why she had never been told. She had just assumed her dad was jerking-off to near-nude pictures of his daughter, to each his own. She lifted her head from her knees, looking over at him after he paused and began to speak again, wondering why he was pausing. Blushing once more, she put her head back where it was, nodding, "I know what you mean" she nodded, the words almost silent. Tilting her head down, so that she was looking into her knees, she thought for a few moments more. "If it's for you to get fully paid...we'll see...but if we do, you can't tell anyone, or show anyone. You got that?" she asked, looking up at him, the blush not fading.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>05-08-2008, 23:56:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He nods softly.. "Of course.. " and then gives a warmer smile.. "Of course I won't.. I have my professional pride.. and besides.. these aren't mine.. they are.. well.." he pursed his lips for a moment.. "I suppose you would say they are your fathers.. although you are almost old enough to be.. deciding for yourself.&nbsp; But I won't tell anyone.. and I won't show anyone."&nbsp; He smiled at her blush.. "You know.. you are really attractive.. and the right sensual.. shot..could really open doors.&nbsp; Although.. I admit.. I don't know why your father would..I mean.. I'm sorry..it's not my place to pry."<br><br>He looked through his camera equipment.. spending top dollar on the durable waterproof cases paid off.&nbsp; "We could get some shots now..while there is still light.. and then maybe save some of the risque shots for sunset.. we could go to the side of the island so you'd have the trees and setting sun.. it would look amazing."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>06-08-2008, 01:20:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled back to him warmly. Her blush deepend has he said she was attractive. "Well, maybe you'll be the one who gets that shot?" she replied, knowing too well that anyone who put her in a bad light would either get a bollocking from her father, or she'd complain to her father. Either way, the person would be out of a job for quite some time. Shaking her head, "You have a right to pry" she replied, "I don't know either...I always just assumed that he was being perverted...I didn't think that he could have been compiling a portfolio...or getting me used to such photographs...but for all I know, he could just be being perverted". "Alright" she nodded, agreeing with that plan. "You're the professional, so just tell me what to do, where to stand and what to wear and all that" she requested. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>06-08-2008, 03:12:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He nods.. it is a reasonable thought.<br><br>With his injury..he needs to use the makeshift crutch to move around.. hobbling as they move back towards the beach, then find an area around on the island with less debris..more 'beachlike' to someone who would be looking at the picture..expecting clear perfect sand.. perfect trees and the like.<br><br>"mm..we can just start with that." he smiles..having gotten used to her very skimpy clothing "And.. we'll be removing it before long."<br><br>They find the perfect place.. it's on the beach..two palm trees arch dramatically overhead..making a 'frame' within the picture.. and behind.. crystal blue ocean with the sun coming down behind her.&nbsp; "mm..start on that rock..just lean on it..leg to the side..your hair out.. just feel..sexy..free.. open.. carefree." he starts snapping pictures.. talking while he does so to try to get her to relax.. to loosen up.. moving around to the sunlite side to get some pictures of her in good light..then the back side for her in silhouette.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>06-08-2008, 12:20:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She helped him move as much as possible, but just carried the bags for now, he couldn't, so she'd help him more by doing that. Setting the bags down on a rock, so that he wouldn't need to bend down to pick things up, she listend to him. She had forgotten about the rip on her chest, the cut had begun to heal too, but still, a blush spread over her face when he said the last statement, before telling her what to do. Nodding, she walks over to the rock he selected, she relaxed a little, looking a little away from the camera. At him. Changing her position at his request, sometimes sitting, sometimes standing, glad he was letting her get used to it before asking her to remove anything.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>06-08-2008, 13:50:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He kept directing her.. in a way getting her to try to remove herself from the situation.. she's on a beach.. just sitting.. posing sexy.. shifting as if she was flirting with a really cute guy who's caught her eye.. flirting..yet being hard to get.. hard to reach..alittle teasing.. mm..yes that's right.<br><br>He moves close..reaching to fluff her hair abit.. getting her to purse her lips in a teasing pouty smile.. and then smiles.. "okay.. mm.. start to undo your bikini top.. but don't take it off.. just tease me.. ooh..yes tease.. I can peek but I can't see..ooh..yes..perfect..just like that.<br><br>He's getting into it too.. he can ignore the pain in his leg as he hobbles...taking more photos.. <br><br>That's right.. slip the straps from your shoulders.. let them slide down..okay.. undo the back..just hold it in place.. okay.. let the bikini fall..but cover yourself up...ooh..give me shy..give me bashful.. someone just walked in on you.. ooh..yeah..that's right..okay.. give me that flirty smile again.. mm..move your hands..that's good Selphie.. ooh.. so beautiful.. cup your breasts..show themto the camera.. okay..hands behind you now.. <br><br>Capturing it all on the digital camera.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>06-08-2008, 23:13:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				If that's what he was trying to make her feel, he needn't bother, she already partially felt like that, although she wouldn't admit it. She didn't knoe why, but she had warmed to him, perhaps it was because he had treated her like a person, not a child, or a piece of meat. She blinked as he touched her hair, and pursed her lips when requested, blushing as he asked her to begin to remove her bikini top. Reaching around, she began to slowly untie it, bending over a little, showing a little more cleavage. As she was asked to slip the straps off, she did, not sure how many photos were being taken, the shutter too quiet for her to hear. Holding the bikini on her breasts, nothing stopping them falling but her hands now. She blushed even more as he asked her to put her hands behind her, that would reveal her to him completly. She stood there for a few minutes, getting the courage to do it. "Not showing anyone else, okay?" she reminded him, slowly putting her arms behind her, her hands holding onto the bikini for as long as possible, letting go at the last moment. The bikini top fell, revealing her perky breasts, the pink nipples hardening very slightly as the cool air passed over it. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>07-08-2008, 00:37:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jeffrey was trying to stay objective.&nbsp; Just a job.. this is a job..no different from any of the other models he's shot.<br><br>Except..perhaps her age.<br><br>And that she was the daughter of the guy paying him.<br><br>He continued snapping pictures.. automatically.. one could always review and keep the good ones later.&nbsp; <br><br>"Of course.." he mmd to himself.. "You look fantastic.. stretch out..bask in the sun.. mmm.. okay.. turn away..look over your shoulder at me." <br><br>He snaps some pictures of her in profile..her breasts looking fantastic against the setting sun.<br><br>"mm..okay..turn around.. all fours now.. okay.. perfect..ooh your expression..hold that expression.. okay.. now.. kneel and look this way.. spread your legs..and lean back." he comes in close.. his breathing getting faster as he snaps the pictures.. getting quite arroused himself.&nbsp; Suddenly he stumbles, falling to the ground, reflectively protecting the camera as he went down.&nbsp; &nbsp;He looks up, blushing.."Sorry..I was getting into it.. forgot about my leg" he smiled..and then from the ground shot some pictures /up/ at her.."mmm.. hey.. these look pretty good.. very artsy.. lean over..look down at me.."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>07-08-2008, 01:22:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She got more relaxed as they continued, before she was a little protective, when she had pushed her arms back, and the photo taken, for the others, when she was moving, her posture changed slightly, trying to cover her breasts as much as possible without covering them, if that made any sense. She let her arms fall, realising he wasn't going to do anything, the sun felt good on her skin too. Turning around, she looked over her shoulder at him, one breast revealed, the other hidden by her body, adjusting her possition slightly so the nipple of the other could be seen. She had pretty much got used to being completly topless infront of him, and wuld have dressed in anything he asked her, no matter how revealing, on her top half that is. She blushed as he told her to kneel and spread her legs, but did so, arching her back, her breasts sticking up into the air. When he fell, she automatically went forward to try and help, not aware anymore that she was topless. She sighed and shook her head, a smile on her face as he continued taking photos. Leaning over, her breasts falling forwards somewhat, her nipples quite close to the lense, not in brushing distance, but close enough. A seductive smile on her lips, as usual. Standing back up normally, she looks over at the setting sun, a smile on her face, a happy smile, not seductive, nor sexy, her hands on her hips, not aware that he could be taking more photos of her like that.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>07-08-2008, 04:25:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled, and lowered his camera for a second. "mm.. it's breathtaking..isn't it.." he sighed softly.. "The sunset.. this moment.. doesn't this just feel..&nbsp; so far away from the world.&nbsp; That's why we come to locations.. we escape." he pulls himself up..standing near her as the sun starts to set.&nbsp; The cool night air starts to come in over the water.. enough to make her nipples really perk up from the from-out-of-nowhere breeze.<br><br>"mm..just a couple more I think.. then we should get back to camp..with this bum leg it will take me forever to hobble back" he smiles..backing up.. "mm..just lay across the rock.. bask in the sunset.. mmm.. could I get you to.. touch.. your breast.. cup it.. stroke a finger ..yeah.. that's what I'm thinking.. " he snaps pictures.. "Mmm.. whatever that thought is.. keep it.. you're looking well.. very seductive.. sweet.. at ease.." He lowers the camera.. and then approaches her.."mmm.. I think that's enough for now.." his hand is trembling slightly.. but he only reaches to help her sit up.. bringing her discarded bikini top to her. "mmm. here we go.. " he smiles, looking into her sweet deep eyes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>07-08-2008, 09:54:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nodding at his comment about the sunset, "I'd love to go to places like this more often...as long as we didn't crash" She couldn't help but add the last bit, half joking about their situation, and half being serious about what happened. She didn't care about the wind, or how perky her nipples happened to be, it felt great to be topless, somehow around here, it felt as if she was encouraged to do it, where as back home it was discouraged. Nodding again, she did as he asked, but blushed once more as he got her to touch herself. <em>It's only my breast</em> she kept telling herself, over and over, but still, it felt weird with him watching, but did it anyway. Her finger stroking across her breast, round her nipple a few times, she didn't know what she was truly thinking of, but kept it in her mind. "Alright" she finally says when they finish, for now. Although his hand was offered, she sat up on her own. "Do...you mind if I leave it off? The sun feels good against my skin..." she blushed as she admitted it, hoping he wouldn't mind.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>07-08-2008, 13:03:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was abit surprised by that.. but then.. he was also not.&nbsp; Over the years, doing all the photoshoots with all of the.. less then pure girls.. they would quite often walk around with little.. to nothing on.<br><br>"Of course not.&nbsp; You know nudity is very common in Europe.. in many other countries in the world.&nbsp; It's mostly North American culture where it's so forbidden." he smiles.. "And yes.. this is nice.. minus the crashing."<br><br>They start to slowly limp back towards the camp.. to make any speed he needs to put his arm around her shoulder and lean on her for support.<br><br>"I thought you did very well back there.&nbsp; You know..I remember taking photographs of you before.. of many women.. and you were very mature.. very self assured.&nbsp; You were just everything I could ask for in a model." <br><br>They pause on the way back to the camp to get some various fruit they find on the way, and end up talking about food.. first about him promising to try to catch some fish tomorrow.. and then about how food seems to have sexual connentations.. (which is only reinforced after they find a wild banana tree.. complete with small little undomesticated bananas.. )
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>07-08-2008, 13:15:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Glad that she didn't have to, she smiled at his attempt to make her a little more comfortable with nothing on, admittedly, she didn't know if what he said was true or not, but she knew, or at least had heard of Brazil being a very good place for that kind of stuff. She didn't mind him putting his arm around her, she even put her arm around his back, helping him that little bit more, her breast pressing a little into his side. "Thanks" she blushed again, "Well, it helps to have such a good photographer. And I feel that I can trust you...unlike some others" she commented. She thought it was good if he did manage to catch some fish, but if he didn't, she was happy eating whatever they found. It seemed that this experience had turned her around, from being spoilt. Maybe she only appeared like that on the outside, because she was told to. She almost continuously was blushing through their talk abut food having sexual connotations, sure, she knew it did, but she had never talked about it with anyone, let alone a guy. Tying the bikini top around her leg, just so that she wouldn't have to hold it, she climbed up some of the trees, as best she could to get some of the fruit for them. Eventually, they made it back to the camp, there was something different, she could hear running water a little clearer than before. Looking around for a little bit outside, she found a clearing after a small patch of forest, it was almost a miniature waterfall, but instead of lots of water, there was a small stream, that was feeding a large-ish body of water. Walking back to the camp, she smiled, looking in at him, "I'm just going to go and wash, okay? Be right back" she said, before walking back to the area, and slipping off her bikini bottoms, and stepping into the clean water, allowing it to help her smaller cuts that hadn't healed. The sun was still setting, and it would have been an amazing photograph, but if she saw him take one of her like that, she would have probably gone to her father once more. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>08-08-2008, 00:14:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was unfortunately not as mobile, and he could only watch her perfect tight little butt wiggle as she disappeared towards the water.&nbsp; 'mm.. we should bring some of that back to the camp' he thought to himself.<br><br>He busied himself with preparing the various fruit they had caught.&nbsp; And then finished that, started working on a longish spear.. making some sharpened barbs for the end and using a bootlace to tie it to the end of a long shaft.. his fishing spear for tomorrow.<br><br>Eventually, he slung his camera around his neck and hobbled towards the water.<br><br>"Selphie.." he called out.. "The sun is nearly down.. I don't want you getting lost in the dark."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>08-08-2008, 10:16:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When he had come to find her, she was standing close to the trickle of water, making it harder for her to hear him, standing, looking at the 'waterfall' as she took some of the water, pouring it over her head, letting it run down her body, before taking some more, and rubbing it over her breasts and stomach, wiping any sand and dirt that had stayed, it would have been obvious that she wasn't wearing any bottoms, even if he didn't see the bottoms on the side. Collecting more f the water, she ran it over her breasts again, turning around and letting the falling water hit her back, as she turned around possibly giving him a view of all of her body.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>08-08-2008, 13:08:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Coming to the edge, he just stopped and stared.<br><br>And admired her body.. the water flowing over her skin making it glisten with wetness.&nbsp; His mind kept doing flip-flops.. she's so young... this is wrong.. you shouldn't be staring at her.. and yet, he couldn't take his eyes off of tracing the contours of her tight little body.<br><br>With her head under the water, it's obvious that she didn't hear him.. there wasn't much he could do.&nbsp; Reaching up, he unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it to the side, then bent over to roll his pants up to his knees and discard the remains of his shoes.&nbsp; He waded into the water, calling out.. "Selphie... Selphie.. " the cool water soothing around his ankles.. no wonder her nipples are so erect.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>08-08-2008, 13:13:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She had no idea that she was watching her 'shower'. Stepping out from the water, she turned away from him just as he called out her name. Turning around, she realised what had just happened; she had turned around without anything underneath, giving him another good view of her body. A blush spread over her face as if it just appeared there. Thrusting her body down, or at least half of it, so that her crotch was now underwater, she took a few deep breaths, calming herself down. "Sorry, was I taking too long?" she called back, her nipples still erect from the waters coldness, it felt refreshing though.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>09-08-2008, 04:20:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He gave her a warm smile in the twilight..<br><br>"I think you got lost in the moment.. this water feels really nice." he reaches down to splash some on his arms.. then runs it across his chest.. the dusting of his chesthair covering the defined muscles of his chest.&nbsp; "I have some supper ready back at the camp.. well... some fruit.. not much of a supper I'm afraid." he smiles.. "You know.. you look..really good here.&nbsp; Maybe tomorrow if you're okay with it..we'll take some pictures.. you know..under the waterfall and so forth."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>09-08-2008, 11:04:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The blush still hadn't calmed down. "Alright" she said, smiling "Well, some fruit is better than nothing" she shrugged, blushing even more as he complimented her, and she nodded, "Yeah, okay." she agreed, making her way slowly back to where her bottoms where, taking them off the rock while keeping her bottom-half in the water. Slipping them on underwater, she stood up, glad to be a little more decent now. Walking over to him, her breasts bouncing slightly with every step "Alright, do you need some help getting back?" she asked, looking over at the path he had taken getting here. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>09-08-2008, 13:19:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh..no.. of course not" he is just being modest.. as he tries to get out of the slippery slope, he slips, and falls face-first into the water.&nbsp; He gasps, tossing his camera out towards the dry land.. his instinct to protect it then pushing himself up.. <br><br>"I.. didn't want to do that." he says and then laughs.. "Okay..maybe I did need help."<br><br>With her assistance, he gets back out on dry land.. and then they head back to camp. "I'm going to slip out of this and let it all dry, okay?" he never did find his bag of clothing, so he doesn't have anything to change into as he slips his pants off, and hangs up his shirt.&nbsp; "Umm.. don't turn around.. okay?" he slips out of his underwear, and then sits carefully down, putting one of his camera-bags over his lap. "THere we go..lucky it's the tropics.. and it's warm enough to do this..&nbsp; and I guess turnabout is fair play" he grins.. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>09-08-2008, 13:34:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sighs when he fell over, walking closer, as he began to push himself up. Not being as strong as him, she found it a little harder to help him up from the ground, so wrapped her arms around his arm, forcing it between her breasts as she helped pull him up. Once he was up, they made their way carefully across the slightly slippery ground, collecting his camera along the way. She nodded to his question, and didn't turn around when he said she shouldn't. Looking over as he said 'there we go' a large blush spread across her face once again as she saw him naked. Picking up the camera to distract herself, she looks through the pictures he had taken earlier. "You're a really good photographer" she commented, even though it was herself that was standing topless, and posing almost shamelessly in the pictures, he managed to do it in such a way that didn't make her look like a slut.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>09-08-2008, 17:07:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles.."Thanks.. umm.. I really like this.&nbsp; My old job.. well.. it wasn't so.. tasteful.. it was all for.. well.. you know.. I used to shot for men's magazines.. " <br><br>He shifts.. always carefully covering his lap.&nbsp; He sees her cheeks red.."mm..when you blush it really brings the colour out of your cheeks." he grins.."Imagine if the rescuers came.. right now.. both of us practically naked.." he teased..his tone playful.&nbsp; "And just think.. by the time we go back.. you're going to have a nice even tan.. no clothing lines"&nbsp; He lets his eyes travel over here when she's turned..and feels himself becoming arroused.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>14-08-2008, 12:04:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Really?" she asked, sighing, she knew the women on that, or most of them anyway, got photoshopped to make them curvier, skinnier, well endowed or even just better skin, making people want the impossible. Sighing, she decided she didn't really want to peruse that part of his life; it was interesting, but she was never really happy about the idea of people posing naked, or nearly naked to be looked at and be treated as an object. Sure, she may get into that field, but she'd make sure it was something respectable at least. When he commented on her blush, it made her blush further, but blinked a few times as he started his next sentence. Shrugging a little, "A tan would be good, but I love tan-lines" she smiled, thinking she was probably the only girl who didn't, and she happened to be the only girl who could get a full-tan, should she choose.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>14-08-2008, 13:15:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckled at that. "Yeah.. you know.. this is fate having a sense of humour.&nbsp; The only girl who /likes/ tan lines being stranded on a dessert island where she could get the tan that everyone else would envy." <br><br>He smiled, and reached over to rest his hand on her shoulder.. his fingers squeezing and rubbing her muscles.<br><br>He sensed she was curious about his life..but on the other hand.. not really.. wanting to leave it behind them.&nbsp; Plus being mostly naked himself with his clothing drying.. well.. <br><br>"You know.. you don't /need/ to do this.. all of this.&nbsp; I know it was your father's wish..but you are old enough to.. make up your own mind.. arn't you?"&nbsp; he started softly, then building.&nbsp; Unfortunately.. it was hopelessly naive.&nbsp; Sure..she could disobey her father.. and be cut off from the opulent lifestyle she had grown used to.&nbsp; She'd be forced to lower herself - to find someone to rely on.&nbsp; If her father only wanted nudie pics of her.. was that so bad?&nbsp; Or did he want more?&nbsp; Did Jeffrey want more?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>02-09-2008, 23:01:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shrugging, "I don't mind, really" she replied, turning away from him, moving a little closer so he could rub her shoulders a little more, his hands were comforting, warm, and somehow made her feel safer. "I've grown up with it, I know other girls don't...but as I'm used to taking...such photos...for my father...ever since I was little, I honestly don't think about it anymore" she sighed, looking over her shoulder to him, moving that little bit closer. Should he have let his instincts take over, he was now within reach to quite easily reach between her arms and fondle her, but even she might have some objections to that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Caribbean Misadventure (Kasen03 &amp; Combicon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>03-09-2008, 00:06:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jeffrey mmmed softly as she settled into his arms.&nbsp; The age difference.. her age.. left his mind as he just enjoyed rubbing her bare back.. shifting to get comfortable..rubbing her from her neck..all the way down her back to the top of her hips..then back up.<br><br>"Sorry I don't have any.. lotion.. all my things.." He grinned..making a dry joke... then shifted to something alittle more serious.<br><br>"Your father.. I know when you were younger he had me take.. suggestive pictures of you.. and from the sounds of it..this wasn't the first time.&nbsp; Mm..did he... anything else?&nbsp; Or do you know what he did with them?&nbsp; Back when you were young.. of course you'd not have understood.. but now.. " he continues to rub her softly as he talks.. "now you're not that naive.. although I guess in a way this empowers you.. since you know your father's little secret desire.. have you ever used that to your advantage?&nbsp; You know..dress up provocatively to get your way with him?" <br><br>it would sure work with me..he thought.. then erased that.. what are you doing?&nbsp; You're letting yourself get carried away with this waif of a girl... his massaging pausing as he thinks that..although it gives her an opportunity to lean back into his arms.. which would probably wrap his arms around her as she lay back in his lap... if she so choose
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