.He climbed and climbed. Not a single marine wild life bothered him. Not a fish nor a shark.Once he was on board he he saw lights. People in revealing...clothing dancing to some kind of wild music he had never heard. He couldn't even make out lyrics. However he was drawn by their clothing. The men blended in to him. But the skirts and bikinis which he had never seen before fasinated him.Beverly was dancing among her crew mates. She was only hear to shoot a documentary on this pirate. However she. Standing back, she nodded to herselfthat all was as she wanted. She sat in the opposite chair then pickedup her pad with the selection of soft pencils she liked to use. Shelightly started to sketch an outline; reciting to herself the standardrules of proportion she had been taught. "Head one seventh of theheight; arm span equal to the height." She worked on for a while,adding the contours to the outline figure on her pad, using shading andhard lines to add definition.She knew it wasn't going. 15 already. I was rock hard. She, too, was welcoming me with such talk. I went and sat next to her and, without saying anything, kissed her on her cheek. She turned her other cheek towards me. It was clear now that she, too, wanted it.I kissed her on her cheek and straight away landed my lips on hers. It was first soft, and then the kissing got more intense. It grew wild. Tongues were playing with each other. I placed my hand below her shirt and caressed her waist seductively.We kept kissing.. She didn’t want him to go. But she yearned to look at him. The years were very kind to Robby, as well. He stood about 6’3, built like a God to boot. His tanned flesh had remained tanned, well muscled with only one change. Those dark Brown eyes matched the shaved and spiked hair atop his head. Elisa could only imagine those soft and sweet lips of his. There had been one change, though. His nipples had been pierced. She could feel them as he slid himself fully into the shower, naked flesh upon.