Thread: Of Land & Sea { Penitency & Enigma_x }

Silently, Grayson watched her take hold of the two piece bikini and thank him for it. Normally, he'd provide more semblance of clothing, but there wasn't much female attire to go around on the boat that seemed fitting. Luckily for her, Grayson was quite the playboy, and well... he often did bring a group of women from Tinder with him when venturing in the yacht, but today was different. I hope it fits. I think it should... His voice sounded a little distant and skeptical. Now, usually his type was busty, and most of the women he brought aboard met the standard. The question? Was Luna's bust bigger than the typical girl that would accompany him? Grayson was dying to find out as he allowed his eyes to quickly soak up the sight of her now that she was standing at proper height. There was no doubt he had a lot of height on her, as his silhouette cast by god rays easily swallowed up Luna's entire body within it. Hell, from her perspective, his broad shoulders were plodding out the sun beaming upon his rippled shoulder blades toward the rear. The next kicker? Luna was about to change in front of him, and Grayson was not expecting it. Watching her turn around, he was almost tempted to reach out and tell her she could use the quarters downstairs if she so wished. But no, he didn't. Instead, Grayson took a step back and brought the glass of bourbon to his bottom lip. A quick sip would be taken with the tip of his head, but his eyes never left Luna's body the moment she lifted the soaking shirt upon her. Needless to say, he nearly swallowed down the wrong pipe when she exposed the peach shaped curves of her backside to him the burn from the alcohol flowing down his throat was less apparent than before. Just looking at her lithe, dimpled back flowing into the humps of her ass cheeks could act as a pain killer any day, and the distraction that Grayson was oft trying to find. It was hard, but his curious eyes lifted to find the side profile of her generous breasts poking from either side of her hourglass figure, and while he didn't get a complete view, it was enough to get his hear kicking within his chest and pectorals to draw into a tight flex beneath the fabrics clinging to them. Grayson just wanted to take control and ravage her across the dining table- no woman had ever said no to him. But he didn't. Something, in the back of his head, noted it was best to take his time with her. Yeah... He'd nod a few times in affirmation while allowing his eyes roam over her front. There was no doubt he was falling in love with how her large breasts were dying to spill out from the slightly smaller cups. It was almost comical as he brought his glass back to his lips for a brief sip. Lets. Her words snapped him out of it, as he turned so that he could begin to lead her out toward the exterior deck. Sliding the glass door open for her, he waited for Luna to step out unto the humidity of the tropical sun before closing it behind them both. You look amazing in it, actually... He'd note before brushing by her, patting the top of the lounge chair facing the rear of the boat as he commented, All yours... Rounding his, the man casually placed his glass atop of the small end table near his lounge chair beside her own. Without the glass in his hand, both now moved to begin to pull the buttons from the dress shirt binding his sculpted chest from view. He'd turn his head toward her in the process, his eyes squinted under the harsh rays of the sun, and continued to unbutton his threads. You know, this is the first time I've been out with a woman like this in... months. Normally... He'd finish unbuttoning his shirt, leaving a preview of what was to come. The inner halves of his pectorals, and the maze-patterned grooves of his abdominal muscles were left for now. Sharply, he'd pull his arms back and begin to peel the shirt down their robust lengths until it was caught at his lower back. Mountainous shoulders rose up at either side of his neck as his chest bared itself to her now . The fabric of his shirt bunched in his hands at his lower back , before it was discarded to lay on the lounge chair's edge. ... I bring groups of... He'd clear his throat some, ... friends with me. Not dates. Grayson plopped down atop of the lounge chair, crossed his ankles over one another, and cupped his hands behind his head. This forced his v-cut hips to dip dramatically into his waistband, and draw his six-pack, rib cage, and pectorals taunt along with the flare of his upper arms.