Sledge Jackson (Aug 4, 2011 6:09:32 AM)
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Tasha Ribakov (Aug 4, 2011 6:12:37 AM)
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Sledge Jackson (Aug 4, 2011 6:14:22 AM)
*After throwing her laundry in his washing machine and picking up some supplies, he fills up his saddlebags and they head out to Grande Isle Beach. A secluded beach setting at nightfall*

Tasha Ribakov (Aug 4, 2011 6:19:24 AM)
*Tasha seems comfortable at the back of the bike, hugging her arms around the man's waist as they roll off along the streets and through the city. She lets go, when they close the beach, and straightens herself up to have a better look about and to see what is ahead.*

Tasha Ribakov (Aug 4, 2011 6:19:31 AM)
(sory for the delay. Fully here now)

Sledge Jackson (Aug 4, 2011 6:21:06 AM)
*The beach streches out into the distance.... a few camping spots are set up here and there with prebuilt fires already there... just needing to be lit. Charlie hops off his bike and lifts tasha with ease and sets her on the ground then looks out* I haven't been here in ages *smiles* Let's get a fire started before anything else.

Tasha Ribakov (Aug 4, 2011 6:24:06 AM)
*Holds her hands on his shoulders a little longer than nessessary, and quirks a brow* A fire? Sounds like an idea. *She lets her eyes scan the blue view of the beach at night, the city lights in far distanse, and the endless open sea below the dark, nearly moonless sky* It sure it quiet out here... *she says softly*

Sledge Jackson (Aug 4, 2011 6:26:46 AM)
*Smiles at Tasha* This was a great Idea Tasha... I haven't been away from the city in ages *opens the saddlebag and pulls out a small pop up tent and blanket* Could you grab that mini cooler from the other side? I got us some hotdogs and other snacks... *blinks* don't forget the bottle *chuckles*

Tasha Ribakov (Aug 4, 2011 6:28:47 AM)
Oh, so you BROUGHT the city here too! *She smirks and goes to dig into the saddlebags. She pulls the cooler out, and drags it where he is takign the tent* Atleast you'r not like you brother. Is it true he has't left those blocks in the 9th ward for 8 years?

Sledge Jackson (Aug 4, 2011 6:30:56 AM)
*chuckles at Tasha* It's just a tent... and I dont have hotdog buns... we can use a stick and the fire *grins* like camping *ponders Tasha's statement about Sledge* Never really thought about it... but yeah he hasn't gone anywhere in a long time... though I think he and Trixie went to Applebees last night *shrugs* So maybe he's getting out of the area a bit more too. *starts setting up the camp*

Tasha Ribakov (Aug 4, 2011 6:37:35 AM)
*Leaves the cooler near him and goes to collect the food items and the bottles from the bags* That's sad. I mean....it's curious. Don't take it like I'm badmouthing him again, I really don't mean to sound like I am. *She observes the label of one of the bottles, frowing and turngn her eyes to slits in atempt to see better in the very dim light. For a while she loosk liek she is about to continue with what she said, but desides not to. She brings the pack of hotdogs to the 'camp' and sets them down. Then she rolls the lid of the bottle open, watching Charlie as he begisn to put up the tent.* You look like you'r been out a little more, have you?

Sledge Jackson (Aug 4, 2011 6:39:35 AM)
Well my job is there... my brother is there... *shrugs* Not much reason to leave the area that often... *glances out at the darkened waves and then at Tasha's hair blowing gently in the breeze then smiles* But I have more of a reason to now. *Lights the fire*

Tasha Ribakov (Aug 4, 2011 6:43:17 AM)
*Smiles that wicked smile of hers, and lifts the bottle to her mouth for a first sip. Then she licks her lip clean of the sweet burnign liquid before she speaks again.* Well, don't make me a big reason, I am not really a wildlife person myself. Not since I got attacked by a gator in the swamps here. *She walks over to m an offers the bottle* I thought it to be all...cool and exotic around here, butt it turned out to be a bit too much to handle. Now I think I rather stay to the city.

Sledge Jackson (Aug 4, 2011 6:44:49 AM)
*takes a long swig from the bottle* You were attacked by a gator? *raises a quizzical brow as he puts some hotdogs on sticks and sits on the blanket* Have a seat... tell me about it.

Tasha Ribakov (Aug 4, 2011 6:47:30 AM)
*Sits down next to him, crossing her legs to a loop underneath her.* There's not much to it, really. *She runs a hand over her head to push some hair back form her face* It was a hell of a ride, that's all I can say. But the beast just kinda...dragged me about a mile off the trail and then let go. Maybe it only had a taste for cajun. *she smirks*

Tasha Ribakov (Aug 4, 2011 6:47:52 AM)
Anyway. I rather not go to the swamp anymore. Unless it is to shoot them gators for fun.

Sledge Jackson (Aug 4, 2011 6:49:22 AM)
*Charlie nods impressed* Seriously. Wow. *once his hotdog seems done he pulls it from the fire and offers it to Tasha... he makes himself another* Ever been skinny dipping? *cocks his head to the side*

Tasha Ribakov (Aug 4, 2011 6:51:54 AM)
*She takes the hotdog carefully usgn her fingernails, and moving it quikly between her hads to avoid burning them. Then when it is cool enough she suckles the juice off her fingertips* Only in a pool. Where I grew there was no sea nearby or anything. Just industry. *She took a bit off the sausag, watchign him as she does, and chews it down contently* Why, you wanna do that?

Sledge Jackson (Aug 4, 2011 6:54:51 AM)
*watches her slowly suckle her fingers and enjoy the hotdog absently nodding* I think it'd be fun... *glances around* Were alone and there's a big beautiful ocean out there... *chuckles* actually I forgot my trunks *shrugs and stands, removing first his shirt, revealing a powerful chest and arms.... and apparently a recent scar on his left shoulder* So you up for it?

Sledge Jackson (Aug 4, 2011 6:55:58 AM)
(has to leave in 20 min jsyk)

Tasha Ribakov (Aug 4, 2011 6:57:22 AM)
*smiles and takes another bite of the sausage when he starts to undress.* Who needs trunks? I've already see all of you. *then she focuses her eyes to the new mark on his skin.* Exept for hat scar. *she points herfinger at it curiously* Where did you get it?

Sledge Jackson (Aug 4, 2011 6:59:24 AM)
*Charlie looks down at his shoulder and sighs* I'll tell you if you tell me where you're from... *begins to undo his pants letting them drop to the ground, revealing his generous manhood* It's only fair *grins*

Tasha Ribakov (Aug 4, 2011 7:03:01 AM)
*She watches the trouses drop, and hentuffs the rest of the sausage into her mouth. She stands up while she chews it and eventually swallows, moving closer to him.* Yeah, I guess. Sorry I haven't ben so fair to you, Charlie. I tend to get very defensive and inward, sometimes. *She stops in front of him, and brings one greacy finger to his lips, running a meatjuicy stain over his lower lip.* I was born in Russia, but we moved to this continent when I was very small. No secrets there, I promise.

Sledge Jackson (Aug 4, 2011 7:05:44 AM)
*grins at Tasha wrapping his arms around her waist and grabbing her shirt and in a fluid motion pulling it over her head... stopping just before it's over her eyes... effectively blinding her... as he embraces her with a kiss* The scar. Driveby in the 9th... they winged me... *kisses her neck as he removes the rest of it* They are dead now though.

Tasha Ribakov (Aug 4, 2011 7:11:16 AM)
*Sways a little, having difficulties to maintain her balance on the and whle beign blindfolded, but she tusts the man to hold her up. A smile lingers on her lips after the kiss, and her eyes stay closed for a moment after he removed the shirt. She was actually wearing a bikini under the shirt. A thin string one, green with gator print on it.* That's good. So I don't have to beat them up. *she boasts a little, speakign in soft tones now. She looks into his eyes in the low light, and runs her hand almost secretly up along his bare side and ribs.*

Sledge Jackson (Aug 4, 2011 7:12:16 AM)
*as his manhood begins to rise he strokes a finger around her back and removes her bikini with two fingers* I must admit... the way you.. sucked *stresses the word* on that sausage... *lets the sentence drop as her bra falls to the ground and he watches her breasts in the flickering firelight*

Tasha Ribakov (Aug 4, 2011 7:18:33 AM)
*They were not bountiful by anymeans, but two perky mounds over her slim chest. Neither did she show any shame or shyness even she could feel the heat of his gaze on her body. She licks her lip coyly, keepign her own eyes on his face, watchign the movement and light in his while he looks her over.* It was quite tasty. *she says softly, runnign her hand down his side, and slipping it to his front side.* I could still have another mouthful...

Sledge Jackson (Aug 4, 2011 7:20:59 AM)
*breaths heavily as her hand grazes him* Yes they are gone, but I'm glad you can take care of me *grins* In more ways than one *gently putting his hands on her shoulders guiding her her slowly down to her knees*

Tasha Ribakov (Aug 4, 2011 7:25:16 AM)
*Her hands slide gently down to his firm thighs when she goes down, and she holds onto them firmly while she sets with her knees in the sand. A little gasp escapes when she finds herself facing his aroused member, so close to her face that it was hard to measure with her eyes only. She breathes the musky scent of a man, and leans closer, to press her lips on the very tipf his manhood. She licks, just a little, to get a taste around the semen hole, and then gazes up to him to see his expression.*

Sledge Jackson (Aug 4, 2011 7:26:51 AM)
*Charlie looks into her eyes as his member gets even harder* Oh damn... *he gasps as her lips touch him... he runs a finger through her hair*

Sledge Jackson (Aug 4, 2011 7:27:06 AM)
(say 10 inches or so)

Tasha Ribakov (Aug 4, 2011 7:30:50 AM)
*smiles briefly, and returns to licking the tender pink knob. Gently, spreading wetness on it with her smooth tongue. She brigns one hand up and curls it around the other side of his rod, to hold it still in her warm grasp while she kisses her way down along it, al the way to his balls, and then slowly licks her way back up his lenght. Her breathing flows freely throgh her mouth, and he may feel it deepen, as it blows gently over the wetness she created.*

Sledge Jackson (Aug 4, 2011 7:31:36 AM)
(holy crap i'm going to be late for work... shit... pause... i'll be back later on tonight... sorry)

Tasha Ribakov (Aug 4, 2011 7:31:50 AM)
mm... so much better than sausage..*she murmurs blissfully* (no worries. =) ))

Sledge Jackson (Aug 4, 2011 7:31:53 AM)
sorry i forgot what time i had to go in for a moment

Sledge Jackson (Aug 4, 2011 7:31:54 AM)
ttyl

Tasha Ribakov (Aug 4, 2011 7:32:00 AM)
((have a good day)

Sledge Jackson (Aug 4, 2011 7:32:04 AM)
u2

Sledge Jackson (Aug 4, 2011 7:33:24 AM)
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Tasha Ribakov (Aug 4, 2011 7:35:12 AM)
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