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Thread: сαlïḋαṡ ṉøсhεṡ εṡραṉølαṡ // høτ ṡραṉïṡh ṉïģhτṡ } τατсøṉ { & } ταlïṉ {

Keeley , otherwise known to her seventh grade students as Miss Browd, flopped back on the crisp white sheets of the hotel mattress. The flight was long but she picked the perfect time, she left the evening after the final school day. Sliding off the bed and out of her shoes she opened the doors to the balcony. The sea air coming in off the bay filled her lungs as she took large breaths in of the salty air. The view was spectacular. She vowed then and there to make this the best vacation ever. After a few days of lounging on the beach and sipping fruity drinks she was ready to venture out. Sleeping in late and hitting the shops she found an amazing red dress that looked made just for her. She pulled her golden locks back into a messy ponytail she kept her makeup light and slid her feet into wedge sandals before heading out the door. The concierge recommended a quaint little bar on a pier, surrounded by the water and good music she planned to spend her evening. The place was crowded the breeze from the coast was cool on her heated flesh. The local men, tall dark men with deep brown eyes kept her glass filled and led her to the floor for heated sessions of dance. One patron seemed to take a shine to her, he said he liked her blue eyes and wanted to see her pale skin against his in the light of morning. She blushed and moved away from him. He didnt accept her NO and wrapped his long arms around her smaller form. Baby ju are amazing he cooed before slipping his tequila coated tongue in her mouth. Keeley squeaked and tried shoving the man away panic stricken hazel eyes went wide as he pressed himself into her softness. Flailing she hit the man on his shoulders repeatedly as one of his hand traveled down to caress her body unwantedly. She wasnt sure if her screams of no and get off of me could be heard over the music.
Thread: сαlïḋαṡ ṉøсhεṡ εṡραṉølαṡ // høτ ṡραṉïṡh ṉïģhτṡ } τατсøṉ { & } ταlïṉ {

The sailors who had come in to port on the day in question could not have laid claim to such lovely accomodations. However, after several weeks at sea, the prospect of coming to shore on the gorgeous Spanish coast was enough to get most of the seamen no puns, please frothing at the mouth. Once their Anzac-class ship made landfall and processed all the necessary paperwork, the low ranking men were gone, off to the beaches, pubs, bars and shops to take some much needed shore leave. After all, the journey from Australia to Spain was never a short one. One man who had stayed behind was Commander Martin Ridley , one of the senior officers on the ship. He had been made responsible for getting the additional paperwork for their stay here done, and frankly he was growing sick of it. Being sick of it, however, did not give you leave to not do it, and so it was he remained on the ship filling form after form well into the evening. The paper pushing doesn't last forever, and eventually he was able to stand up, straighten his whites, drop his cap over his dirty blonde hair and wander out into the relaxing Spanish air. He was expecting a quiet night, sitting at this small bar near the beach where everyone seemed to come for a cold drink and a hot dance, and watching the Spaniards mix with the tourists was something Martin found quite amusing. He smiled a bit as he took a long swig of his brew, and it would be then he would notice a bit of a struggle further in to the crowd. Drawing in a deep sigh of annoyance at humanity, he slowly stood himself up and slid between the dancing forms. It would only be a few moments before Keeley might notice the grip of the Spaniard disappear from her as the man was quite forcibly pushed away. Hey little man, the lass said no, and I know you're not so thick as to not understand what that means amigo. Martin said, placing a hand on Keeley's back securely just so he could be aware of where she was, and to make sure that this fool didn't have any other friends around waiting to steal the North American girl away to another situation.
Thread: сαlïḋαṡ ṉøсhεṡ εṡραṉølαṡ // høτ ṡραṉïṡh ṉïģhτṡ } τατсøṉ { & } ταlïṉ {

It took her a minute to register what had happened. Wide hazel eyes flitted erratically around as she forced herself to focus. She felt the warmth of a hand on her back through the red fabric of her dress. Turning her body into the white blur of fabric she relaxed against the man that had stepped up. She didnt cry merely stood and held, not roughly. Thank you, she breathed, before moving back quickly. She looked over herself and then over him before walking away. Stumbling toward the bathroom, her legs still a bit shaky from the encounter. The dark walls and thick smoke smell of the bathroom offered her head no solace as she straightened her clothing and ran cool water over her skin. Exiting the bathroom, sandaled feet moved over the wooden planks of flooring as she wound her way through the gyrating and swinging people to an open bar stool. Dropping onto it she laughed as the Spaniard watched her from one of the exits. Keeley knew he wouldnt try anything, not with that other guy around. Shook her head at the offer of a drink she smiled and asked for a soda. Where did he come from? She hadnt seen him before that. Looking around now, she didnt see him either... Smiling to herself as he came into focus. Hazel eyes focused on the male standing on the outskirts of the dancing people, she approached. Can I buy you a drink for your chivalry? She asked, as her dimples appeared with the bright smile on her face. She sipped her Coke straight from the glass bottle, she wasnt sure how much shed drank but was certainly going to feel it tomorrow. Actually the coke comes with another offer, she bit her lower lip as she tilted her head, Could you walk me to my hotel later on its just up the beach. I wouldnt normally ask but hes standing out there waiting for me to leave. Shed not had much game in high school and preferred being the tomboy. But shed blossomed in college and learned how to work the system, so to speak. Forgive me, where are my manners? Keeley Browd, Ill be playing the part of damsel in distress tonight. She stuck her hand out for a shake, I hope you liked the performance, thinking of ending my acting career on a high note. The bubbly woman watched him a moment, before tipping her head for another sip of soda. So what brings you here? she motioned around, kind of vaguely referring to Spain or the bar, whichever he went with she was fine.
Thread: сαlïḋαṡ ṉøсhεṡ εṡραṉølαṡ // høτ ṡραṉïṡh ṉïģhτṡ } τατсøṉ { & } ταlïṉ {

The Spaniard had taken the hint and proceeded away from the drama at the same time as her, heading for the door to leave the sharply dressed Aussie in the middle of the floor. He had earned a few evil glances, but it was something he was relatively use to, so he just decided to head to where she eventually found him after recovering his beer, of course. Were he younger, and as hot headed as most of his subordinates he might have gone after the Spanish man for his actions, however one knew they should never get in a fight with a foreigner in their home ports, especially not without backup. And so it was he just contentedly sipped on his drink until Keeley made her reappearence from the bathroom. She seemed to be on send because he couldn't manage to get a word in edge wise between all of her questions, so he just smiled with amusement and waited until she was mostly finished. It was then he took her hand, and after bringing it to his lips for a kiss to the back of her hand he would finally answer. Pleasure to meet you Ms. Browd, I'm Commander Martin Ridley, Royal Australian Navy. I have to admit I've always admired the well acted damsel in distress. He teased, smiling happily as he once again put his hand on her back and directed her towards the bar. I will take you up for your offer for the drink however. Mine's run a bit dry. He said, looking at his empty drink bottle, And in the spirit of that chivalry, I will make sure you make it back to your hotel snug as a bug, 'right? He said, sitting down at the bar. Nice dress. Fits you like a glove. Very flattering Ms. Browd.
Thread: сαlïḋαṡ ṉøсhεṡ εṡραṉølαṡ // høτ ṡραṉïṡh ṉïģhτṡ } τατсøṉ { & } ταlïṉ {

Keeley noted the smile, knew she was talking a lot, damn tequila . The kiss to her hand made her lips stop flapping and her mind stop working. Americans guys suck, she thought. A slight blush reached her cheeks before she could will it away. His accent worked over his words, causing them to tingle in her ears, before hopping around in her head. She laughed at his tease, leaning her head back a little as she eyes caught light and twinkled. The warmth of his hand made her want to shiver, but she was able to rein it in as they crossed the floor to the bar. His compliment caused a blush that couldnt be reined in. She slid her rump over the vinyl covered stool and smiled. Thank you I wanted to look my best tonight, though it seems to have given the wrong impression. Getting the attention of the bartender she motioned for two beers. Crossing her legs she let the top one dangle. Please call me Keeley, Im Ms Browd enough during the school year. She already knew his job, he could know hers. So an Aussie and American meet in a Spanish bar what happens next? She laughed just before the beers were sat down. Gripping the neck of the new bottle she lifted it to her lips, the amber fluid flowed over her tongue. Silently she willed herself to quiet as they sat there. Are you on leave Keeley fumbled for what to call him. Smiling she leaned closer, Do you prefer to be called Commander Ridley, Mr. Ridley Martin or Marty? she asked touching his arm gently. Lazily running her fingers over the soft hairs that covered the skin, shed never really been forward with a male, but he seemed nice enough. Why not flirt and live it up, it was vacation.
Thread: сαlïḋαṡ ṉøсhεṡ εṡραṉølαṡ // høτ ṡραṉïṡh ṉïģhτṡ } τατсøṉ { & } ταlïṉ {

She certainly was an amusing lass, that much he could deduct from her. The way she talked and acted was quite a relief from the way life had been for the past while, calm and loose versus uptight and rigid. It was relaxing, You poor thing, you have a harder job than me. What age of little hellions do you teach? He would inquire, before thinking on the joke she had started, and then he came up with only a shurg, ...honestly, the mix is so theoretically insane I can't even come up with a workable punchline. He replied before giving a confident laugh and just admitting the situation was indeed quite weird, but certainly welcome. On the question of name and leave, however, he was able to give a bit more insight. Yes, we're docked here for a few weeks so the boys can relax, some of them are going to fly home, or visit other parts of the continent. Not often we get to make it to Europe, which is funny considering we're a European colony. 'course, we were the prisoners. He replied, before passing on to the next question, which realistically an important question to answer. Though I usually demand the respect of my rank.. the teasing look in his eye showed he was quite the teaser, you, my dear Keeley can call me Marty. Rolls off the tongue a bit better than 'Commander Ridley' don't you think? He asked, his tone switching to a mocked formality at the use of his title before he smiled again, grabbing his new beer with one hand as the other sat gently on her knee. She made the first move, why not reciprocate the action with a minor touch of escalation? After all, they were both here for a good time.
Thread: сαlïḋαṡ ṉøсhεṡ εṡραṉølαṡ // høτ ṡραṉïṡh ṉïģhτṡ } τατсøṉ { & } ταlïṉ {

Keeley smiled at his statement, shed never really thought of her job as hard, she loved it and loved her students. I work with 11-12 year olds, I adore them. But this vacation is much needed. She took another pull on her beer. I guess you could say its up to us, right, I mean what we make of this night. Her hazel eyes locked onto his as she smiled. Her leg was hot under his touch, but she wasnt alarmed. She turned a bit in her seat causing his hand to ride up an inch from where it was originally. She lowered her gaze to where his hand rested, before sipping from her beer again. Are you going to fly home or are you going to relax and enjoy yourself, Marty? She licked her lips slowly as she smiled. Yeah Marty has a better ring to it, much easier to say and remember. So Marty, do you dance, or should we sit here and talk some more? She leaned a bit more over and squeezed his leg just above his knee, before giving him a coy smile and brushing her hand along his inner thigh. Retracting her hand she rested it on the bar counter and smiled at him. She hadnt even flirted with the Spaniard this way there was something about the Commander that called out to her. She wanted his idea of fun. Shifting, Keeley slid off of the stool, dress riding up a bit as his hand slid up her thigh. Turning before his hand could go up further and expose her panties, she winked, Maybe in a bit. She let the rhythm of the music pull into her soul and she moved, hips gyrating as she moved her upper body with her arms going as well. Sensually she ran her hands over her exposed skin as she danced for him. Perhaps it was the tequila that made her feel so sexy, or it could have been the way he looked at her.
Thread: сαlïḋαṡ ṉøсhεṡ εṡραṉølαṡ // høτ ṡραṉïṡh ṉïģhτṡ } τατсøṉ { & } ταlïṉ {

Martin scoffed in slight disbelieve that she liked working with children that age, however it had to be in some peoples personality to deal with it...as she was apparently a perfect example of. Still, one could not imagine a school teacher when she shifted as she did, causing his hand to move up her leg a little bit, just a bit. He could help but move it up on his own as well, though it was probably only half the length she had shifted him. Me? I'm going to stay. Nothing worth flying home for, and I've never been to Spain. I'm told there's a Grand Prix race happening here sometime soon too. He answered, throwing in the last bit as a buffer to the sentence which made it clear they would be perfectly in the right to be doing what they were. Australians are so polite sometimes. He would have answered her second question soon after that, but when she slid her hand long his leg, and then forced his own to touch more of her soft, beautiful skin he had a feeling that the decision was made. At this rate, I don't think I have a choice. And I certainly don't mind the choice being made. He replied, watching her dance, completely entranced. I'll have to remember you can move like that when we get somewhere where you can take that lovely dress off. He added in, before sliding off the stool and moving in behind her, trailing his hands along the flesh of her arms, passing down over her sides before resting on her beautiful hips as he held her tightly against him, hips surprisingly moving in sync with hers quite easily. Apparently he knew how to dance as well.
Thread: сαlïḋαṡ ṉøсhεṡ εṡραṉølαṡ // høτ ṡραṉïṡh ṉïģhτṡ } τατсøṉ { & } ταlïṉ {

Nothing worth flying home for the words were like music to her ears. Bells chiming in her head and in her ears. He was free to do as he pleased and so was she. The shock of his statement only hit her moments later causing her to blush. He was more forward than she. Continuing to move she watched as he approached and slid in place behind her. She closed her eyes as she gasped, his trailing fingers left tingles all over her body, even in places he had yet to touch. A soft whimper left her lips when his hands left her skin and moved down to hold her hips against his. Lifting her arms over her head she unpinned her blonde strands and let them spill over her shoulders and down her back as she danced. She ground her hips back into his as her arms wound around him. The swift beat of the music slowed and she stayed in her position. Sashaying her hips slowly she pressed her rump back into the front of his body. Ive nothing back home except my students, and a dog named Chuckles. She smiled over her shoulder at his as the soft sensual music played through the air. Her mind wasnt on the others and how they moved he was the only one she could see. Fingers on one hand twined with his while the other slid up and curled around the back of his neck. Martin, would you like to get out of here, maybe go for a walk on the beach and a dip in the ocean to cool off? her voice was a whisper but she was tall enough in her heels that she knew he could hear her,
Thread: сαlïḋαṡ ṉøсhεṡ εṡραṉølαṡ // høτ ṡραṉïṡh ṉïģhτṡ } τατсøṉ { & } ταlïṉ {

Martin would admit to being entranced by the way she grinded in to him, the way their bodies moved so well together and the sensation she was driving all through his body just with her proximity. The added smell of her hair being released was just another ingredient to this electric mix. He just kept moving with her, the feeling of her hand on his and on the back of his neck simply astounding to create this permanent sensation of delight. It certainly appeared that whatever she wanted to do with him, she was getting to it the right way. He couldn't really say he didn't want it either. It took him a bit of effort to listen to her when she spoke, still trapped in the feeling of her being so close to him. After a while at sea, and a life of lonliness back home this was welcomed, and the words she whispered were the kind of bliss he had been hoping for. Dear Keeley, I would love to. He replied, keeping her held close as they goofilly walked towards the door. He would eventually seperate himself from her so he could push the previously too forward Spaniard out of the way to let her pass, and he would follow soon after. Surprisingly, this didn't invoke the kind of fight he had expected. The night just kept getting better and better. Once they were to the beach, he would wrap an arm around her lower back, a reality of their casual meeting being the location of his hand upon her lovely behind. Always dreamt of being on a Spanish beach with a beautiful girl. You managed to make my fantasies manifest. Good show. He teased, giving her butt a soft squeeze as he looked over to her for a short moment with a confident grin.
Thread: сαlïḋαṡ ṉøсhεṡ εṡραṉølαṡ // høτ ṡραṉïṡh ṉïģhτṡ } τατсøṉ { & } ταlïṉ {

She rolled her hips as he held her to him, she felt like a teenager. The hand at the back of his neck stroked up into his hair and along his scalp before he released her. Eyeing the Spaniard she grasped Martins hand in hers and smiled pulling him along. She felt his hand slide along her lower back and down over the curve of her ass. she smiled up at him in the moonlight. The squeeze to her cheek caused her to laugh. Moving away a bit she bent and pulled off her wedged sandals, she became her natural height of five and a half feet. Tan feet dug into the soft sand as she moved back into his grasp again. Silly Commander Martin Ridley, if all you dream of is being on the beach with a girl, your fantasies have hardly scratched the surface. Tell me my handsome knight, what you would like to do with the beautiful girl on the Spanish beach. She nuzzled his neck. But I am hardly a girl, Martin. She wrapped her arms around him, Maybe we can work on your dreams Keeley smiled and slid her hands up the front of his uniform she unbuttoned a button, Oops, lookit that a button just popped right off. She giggled and continued on the buttons until his shirt was half open. How about you start off by kissing me and we go from there, Marty She waited looking up at him expectantly, one tug and her dress could be off, one more tug and shed be naked on the sand. Both seemed appealing.
Thread: сαlïḋαṡ ṉøсhεṡ εṡραṉølαṡ // høτ ṡραṉïṡh ṉïģhτṡ } τατсøṉ { & } ταlïṉ {

It would certainly be an appealing idea to him as well. To be perfectly honest, he hadn't had a girl act like this around in quite some time. It was like being a teenager again. That felt so long ago. As he looked down and observed her unbuttoning his shirt, he could help but grin as he did something in retribution, hiking up the back of her skirt slowly so his hands could come depending on her underwear come to sit on the bare skin of her behind, or the soft fabric covering it. Either way it would be a delightful feeling as he listened to her alcohol controlled inhabitions fly right out the window, and her words mirrored it. My fantasies. Hmm, I would never turn down an excuse to let that come true. He said, stepping back and looking at her dress for a moment, before releasing her and finishing the act of removing his shirt. Right, I would be like this..and you... he would continue, as if to himself, before reaching forward and quite masterfully stripping her of her dress. Admiring the scene for a short moment he would grin, ...now pardon the sand, but since this is my fantasy.. He said, before bringing her to him again but instead of kissing her, he would gently bring her down to lay in the relatively soft, cool sand, and it was then his lips came to hers, passionately and strongly. Maybe his tongue would even find her lips in there.
Thread: сαlïḋαṡ ṉøсhεṡ εṡραṉølαṡ // høτ ṡραṉïṡh ṉïģhτṡ } τατсøṉ { & } ταlïṉ {

The silky black panties she wore were thin and the heat from his fingers could be thoroughly felt through them. Sex on the beach was something she had thought about before, but shed never let go enough. Tonight she was here, this point in her life of two options. Choosing the safe and boring route and letting him walk her to her hotel and bestowing a simple kiss on the cheek Or this more dangerous path, allowing him his way with her in the salty air and giving in to unbridled passion and desire. Well, not so much danger as it was something she had never done. She wasnt the girl to hook-up. Not the type that could do that sort of thing. She watched him remove his shirt soft hazel eyes drinking in the expanse of tan skin. The soft blonde hair that adorned his arms was splashed across his broad chest. Reaching out her hands when he came closer, she stroked his chest. He was a man, a true man, not a boy and nothing like anyone shed ever been with before. She gasped as her dress was pulled away, the only piece of clothing she wore now, the panties. Forcing herself to keep her arms to her sides she smiled back up at him. Tan skin, glowing under the moonlight, stretched over a slender frame. Dusky pink nipples sat high on her perky tan orbs, beaded slightly from her arousal. She wiggled on the sand a moment as he gazed upon her, her lips brushed up against his softly at first before becoming hungrier. Mouth opening on a sigh, she tentatively ran the tip of her tongue against the edges of his lips. Once she gained entrance her hands smoothed over the strong hard flesh of his back, as her tongue slid over his tasting and enjoying his essence. Marty She moaned, arching her back and pressing her full breasts to his chest, the difference between her softness and his hardness was amazing. Sliding her hands slowly down his chest and stomach she broke the kiss allowing her soft breath to dance on his neck, So, in this fantasy when do you see your pants coming off? Keeley giggled softly after and smiled up at him as her cool fingers slid under the band of his pants, sweeping and teasing the skin.