Post by EriChar on Jul 20, 2012 7:29:42 GMT -5
“Excuse me, Miss…” An anxious looking gentlemen, dressed in what one would call sea wear, nervously placed his hand on the shoulder of a young woman, who seemed to be catching up on many more than forty missed winks, as she sprawled across the frame of a deck chair. It was obvious from her appearance that this girl was not the most delicate and graceful of female forms, a fact that was perhaps pontificated by not only her unseemly dress but also the unseemly position with which she had assumed.
An attractive young woman, the girl had a rather impressive figure that was made only more obvious by her ungraceful napping position, and whilst the colour of her eyes was hidden by the cover of closed eyes, the hair of the femme was wild and fire like, mixing gold and magenta like a flame born from her scalp. Dressed as if she were visiting the beach, what was most immediately noticed of the attire which this woman wore was her bikini top, thrust into the air in place of her head, as that particular appendage hung over her shoulder and was dangling precariously over the side of the seat. Coloured of carnation pink, the breast band which adorned this girl’s sizeable bust was layered with ruffles, like a trio of thin curtains concealing the hills and valley beneath. Her stomach and shoulders exposed, around the upper arms of this traveller were black wraps of cloth, which were connected by a thin coat that had fallen from its wearer’s shoulders and pressed between her back and the seat upon which she rested. Tied with a chevron shaped bow around this wanderer’s neck was a white scarf of a shimmering silk, patterned with irregular circles of pale red, blue and green.
The lower part of the sleeping beauty’s body was more covered, but none the less revealing at the same time. Wearing only a pair of shorts more suited to a boy well more than a decade younger than she was, the cornflower coloured clothing scarcely covered the girl’s crotch, which was almost obscenely exposed thanks to the sole leg hanging over the opposite arm to her head, and made no real attempt to hide any of her legs. Six or seven inches of soft flesh beyond the shorts, the girl wore plain stockings which were a lighter shade of grey, and were themselves swallowed into a pair of black, high heeled boots but a few inches beneath the girl’s knee.
Lounging in the chair, the girl seemed to offer no real interest in a sense of common decency, her saliva having slipped free of its lusciously lipped prison and blazing a glistening trail down her cheek. Next to the one of her legs that connected to the ground through a stretching heel, this girl also had an arm, which was loosely gripping the strap of a large shoulder bag, whilst the other seemed to floating around with the head that hung from the side of the chair.
“Miss, we’ve arrived at-“ It only took a single shake of the shoulder to rouse this girl from her rest, or rather the shake was perhaps not needed at all; as the girl seemed to rouse herself, moving from her strange sleeping position with her eyes closed, as a fist was flung from her frame in a semi-concious state.
“I’M A MARRIED WOMAN!” Defiantly declaring a dissatisfaction at either being touched by a man while exposed, which might beg the question why she was sleeping like that in the first place, it was perhaps more irritation at being called ‘Miss’ that prompted the girl’s sleep-minded response. Punching the polite man who tried to wake her, the waking woman sprang to her feet with a blink, looking a little confused. Her fist outstretched and a man bouncing to a halt a few feet beyond her, the bed-headed brute moistened her eyeballs before giving a short chuckle and smile.
“Ah ha ha ha, sorry, sorry, I thought you were a pervert!” Waving her hand, the woman pouted to the side and glanced around her environment, noticing the startled workers of a ship’s deck and the craft carrying her.
“Sometimes I wake up a bit livelily… Heh heh.” This woman, named Anne Brennan, didn’t entirely seem sorry for what she had done and instead found it rather amusing, still giving a small chuckle as she looked around. Scratching the back of her head, the married woman noticed that the slumber with which she was previously occupied had left her hair in a rather wild state, so she pulled the long saffron tipped strands back into a bunch with her fingers, before stuffing her mitt into the pocket on the tiny shorts that wrapped her hips. Pulling a small, dark tie from the pouch, Anne bound her hair back with only a bushy breadth of bangs hanging around her eyes.
“Oh, we’ve arrived?” Noticing that the ship had stopped moving, Anne saw that her transport was now sitting in a dockyard, and she held her left hand upon her brow, both the woman’s smile and banded finger gleaming in the light of the day. With tall wall’s surrounding the city made the land that lay before Anne look like a giant treasure box, and the girl could only feel more delight at the prospect of the treasures that lay within this giant chest.
“You sure none of you guys wanna join my crew?” Anne’s question was met with horror and the shaken heads of refusal, and so she returned her attention to the island that lay beyond her sight.
I should be able to find some fun crewmen here… Scanning the horizon filled with high walls, somehow Anne knew that her visit to Strawberry Hill would be a good one; there was just something in the air that whispered success to the girl.
“Hee hee hee… The adventure starts here!!!” Pounding her fist into the sky, Anne was overwhelmed with her lust for exploration, and with a broad grin, she scooped her bag up and dashed towards the city-chest of prizes in front of her eyes…