part of your world | javi & marcia
Marcia squealed when the message came through that Javi was on his way; she was already dressed in a glittery orange bikini that complimented her deep tan and brunette locks beautifully. She shimmied out of the bottoms and strode to the entrance to the pool. She walked in sensually, just in case Javi was already there and watching her - once she was waist deep, she submerged herself completely, coming back up and sleeking her hair back and out of her face. She paddled around like the sexy little mermaid she was angling to be as she waited for Javi to announce his arrival, arousal already thrumming through her as she thought about what he had planned for her. @javierfogarty
When Javi walked up to the pool, he was only clad in a loose pair of olive shorts, having taken off his shirt on the walk over. He could see Marcia gliding through the pool and approached the edge, dipping a toe into the cool water before making his way to the stairs and sitting on the top step. That let him sit in the cool water but would give Marcia access while playing at being a mermaid. "Never seen a mermaid around here," he purred as she began to swim his way. "You're even more gorgeous than expected."
Marcia's eyes widened as she took in Javi's muscular physique, his pecs flexing enticingly as he lounged on the stairs. She swam closer, her hips undulating seductively beneath the water's surface. As she reached him, she placed her hands on his knees, looking up at him with a sultry gaze. "Well, likewise, Sir - my mermaid friends have told me all about how handsome and buff you sailors can be, but you’ve totally blown my expectations out of the water," she purred, giggling a little at her own, nautical pun. She leaned in closer and pushed herself up out of the water, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "Got any other expectations I can exceed, handsome?" Then she sunk back down into the cool water, while her hands slid up his thighs, then higher up to reach the full, heavy shelf of his pecs, fingers tracing the contours of his muscles, even grazing at his nipples teasingly.


















