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*This is not my story, my friend wrote this story and asked if I could put it up on here for her*
The Palm Bay Spring Fling
It can get downright BORING with the same people, clubs, and trends where Taryn resides. Sometimes, she needs new scenery. New light. And most importantly, a place where nobody knows her. A place to leave her calling card.
“Jay, pack your shit. We’re going to the bay for the weekend. Pack EVERYTHING,” she said all in one breath.
“Yep. Yep. Be there in 15,” replies Jay.
Taryn begins to pace in her bedroom. She absolutely hates packing. But she would committ fashion suicide if she just packed a random handful of clothes. She begins to pluck and pull any and everything from her closets. Opening and shutting dresser drawers. Surveying both shoe nooks and eventually decides to pack her whole damn jewelry collection. If all else fails, she can always wear a pair of diamond earrings and a smile. Wouldn’t be the first time. Exactly 15 minutes later, Jay is letting himself in with his copy of the apt key.
“Taryn! It’s me! I’m here!” He walks swiftly across her studio apt and rounds the corner entryway to her bedroom. There he finds 9 bathing suits layed out quite neatly on the bed. And Taryn staring at them from the foot of the bed.
“No! No! No! Jay exclaimed irritated. We are not going to battle with the bikinis this year. Pack two, finish up in here, and meet me in the car. Now!” screeched Jay.
“ I hate it when he’s right,” she whispers to herself and then packs 6 bikinis.
She exits her apt with a black rolling suitcase in tow behind her, a white mesh beach bag over her shoulder, an oversized bright white cotton floppy hat on her head, sunglasses shielding her eyes from the sun, a knitted black halter top loosely cups her perky twins, and a long flowing linen skirt concludes her favorite fun in the sun outfit. She only LOOKS pure and innocent in this get up. She loads up the backseat of Jay’s convertible. Hops shotgun and before her seatbelt clicked, they’d already gone 0 to 60.
At the “Under The Moon” soiree, Taryn makes eye contact with a sun stricken local from across the dance floor. A slow yet sensual and powerful bongo beat echoed off of the walls. She sways with the forbidden bass and saunters over to her prey.In an all white, low cut, sun dress, she lets the hem brush across the sandy ground as he spins her around quickly and then dips her. Still suspended in air for the exception of his hand holding her by the small of her neck, he whispers,
“My place or your’s?”
She brings herself back to her feet and bends over to brush sand off of her heeled sandal and to give a sneaky peek of her glistening cleavage. She slips him the key to her beach house rental. She pulls him so close that her lips brush across his as she says,”10:30.” She turns,sways and saunters to the beat of the drums right out through the door. Jay picks her up in a nearby cobblestone alley and puts the pedal to the medal for their beach house.
Twenty minutes later, the two bff’s part ways for a little bit. As Jay walks out of the back door, he calls back to her,”Good one?”
She replies back, “Very good one!”
He latches the backdoor as she opens the front door to invite her gentlemen caller inside. His eyes canvass her body. He’s noticed she’s changed into a black camisole with matching satin thong. Covered by a sheer black robe. His blood races faster and faster raising the bulge in his pants when his eyes meet her small feet dressed in 4 inch stiletto heels.
The Palm Bay Spring Fling
It can get downright BORING with the same people, clubs, and trends where Taryn resides. Sometimes, she needs new scenery. New light. And most importantly, a place where nobody knows her. A place to leave her calling card.
“Jay, pack your shit. We’re going to the bay for the weekend. Pack EVERYTHING,” she said all in one breath.
“Yep. Yep. Be there in 15,” replies Jay.
Taryn begins to pace in her bedroom. She absolutely hates packing. But she would committ fashion suicide if she just packed a random handful of clothes. She begins to pluck and pull any and everything from her closets. Opening and shutting dresser drawers. Surveying both shoe nooks and eventually decides to pack her whole damn jewelry collection. If all else fails, she can always wear a pair of diamond earrings and a smile. Wouldn’t be the first time. Exactly 15 minutes later, Jay is letting himself in with his copy of the apt key.
“Taryn! It’s me! I’m here!” He walks swiftly across her studio apt and rounds the corner entryway to her bedroom. There he finds 9 bathing suits layed out quite neatly on the bed. And Taryn staring at them from the foot of the bed.
“No! No! No! Jay exclaimed irritated. We are not going to battle with the bikinis this year. Pack two, finish up in here, and meet me in the car. Now!” screeched Jay.
“ I hate it when he’s right,” she whispers to herself and then packs 6 bikinis.
She exits her apt with a black rolling suitcase in tow behind her, a white mesh beach bag over her shoulder, an oversized bright white cotton floppy hat on her head, sunglasses shielding her eyes from the sun, a knitted black halter top loosely cups her perky twins, and a long flowing linen skirt concludes her favorite fun in the sun outfit. She only LOOKS pure and innocent in this get up. She loads up the backseat of Jay’s convertible. Hops shotgun and before her seatbelt clicked, they’d already gone 0 to 60.
At the “Under The Moon” soiree, Taryn makes eye contact with a sun stricken local from across the dance floor. A slow yet sensual and powerful bongo beat echoed off of the walls. She sways with the forbidden bass and saunters over to her prey.In an all white, low cut, sun dress, she lets the hem brush across the sandy ground as he spins her around quickly and then dips her. Still suspended in air for the exception of his hand holding her by the small of her neck, he whispers,
“My place or your’s?”
She brings herself back to her feet and bends over to brush sand off of her heeled sandal and to give a sneaky peek of her glistening cleavage. She slips him the key to her beach house rental. She pulls him so close that her lips brush across his as she says,”10:30.” She turns,sways and saunters to the beat of the drums right out through the door. Jay picks her up in a nearby cobblestone alley and puts the pedal to the medal for their beach house.
Twenty minutes later, the two bff’s part ways for a little bit. As Jay walks out of the back door, he calls back to her,”Good one?”
She replies back, “Very good one!”
He latches the backdoor as she opens the front door to invite her gentlemen caller inside. His eyes canvass her body. He’s noticed she’s changed into a black camisole with matching satin thong. Covered by a sheer black robe. His blood races faster and faster raising the bulge in his pants when his eyes meet her small feet dressed in 4 inch stiletto heels.
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