Blaise 'n' Diana - Bestest Beach Buddies

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise had plans! Such plans! But Diana's incessant wiggling and kicking thwarted them, landing her back on her feet and instead reversing the action! Whether she intended to follow through or not, his own flailing and kicking is likely to propel them in the opposite direction and wind up with himself slammed into the sand behind her!

Should that occur, he'll wind up flopping over onto his back, sprawled and loopy.

[Devilish53]

Diana only intended to hoist her foe as a show of strength, already expected Blaise to return the effort the moment he had himself kicked back to the ground, but instead found her male adversary wiggling with such force, she herself could not contain him!

Both figures falling somewhat limply into the sand, with her waist lock obviously turning to mush, Diana found herself releasing a yelp both in surprise and amidst her fun as she landed alongside him. Given the surface was soft sand as opposed to the somewhat unforgiving ring-canvas she was so accustomed to, the Italian would move quicker than she was used to; already moving so that her figure was atop Blaise's own, perpendicular, with her bosom pressing into is abdomen as one arm went to his legs, the other to his shoulders.

[CyanDimitrik]

"Guuu..," drones Blaise from his ground-based vantage point. Breasts press into his tight abs, Italian woman spread over him. His head lifts to look down at her, then flops back down to the sand. "Gonna start the count?," he asks, under no pressure to immediately try to buck her off. His right hand flops down to her shoulder, simply for the sake of resting a hand on her while she pins him.

[Devilish53]

Every second given to Diana was a second used to tighten her lock; arm around his leg digging into the crook of his knee and pulling, with arm around his head beginning to yank and force Blaise's head somewhat upwards.

Merely grunting with a smile at the suggestion to count the pin, Diana instead focused on locking her hold fully; intending to bring both arms together, with fingers locking, forcing Blaise to somewhat bend as she wrapped him up like a present!

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise finds himself bundled in against Diana, grinning a little more as he realizes what she's doing. He offers no resistance yet, planning only on breaking free when he has to. The hand at her shoulder slips more to her back, and with some impish delight, attempts to skitter his fingertips ticklishly along her spine. Are Italian Amazonians ticklish?

"Likin' to keep me nice and tight, huh?," he teases, increasingly aware of the weight and pressure of her chest against his midsection.

[Devilish53]

Diana tried to focus on the task at hand, but a wandering hand of Blaise's own down her spine didn't so much as make the Italian laugh, as make her shudder. Tense figure turning limp, her arms held onto Blaise with little force applied, as she turned her head to glare at the one she had wrapped up so.

"What gave it away..? I may just keep you here all day...I think you wouldn't have a great say in the matter..."

[CyanDimitrik]

Eyebrows perk as Diana reacts quite differently to his attempted tickling than intended. How interesting! His fingers scritch along her spine again, curious to see if he could do it again.

"But this can't be too comfortable for you. Unlike if you... say..."

Whether she loosens up any more or not with a second shudder, he attempts to hook her waist and drag her off of himself. If he can roll her onto her back in the sand beside him, he'll roll over to lie directly atop her, face to face.

"..were like this?"

[Devilish53]

Diana had already tensed her figure ready for the next assault, but in truth, it did not matter. Not when said assault came in the form of another rapid, curious tickle! Forcing herself to contain her laughter as she mixed it amongst a serious glare, Diana found herself surprised nonetheless as her frame turned a little limp, with Blaise moving from underneath her with uncharacteristic ease for the raven haired figure!

Her back now hitting the sand, Diana's wide arms would latch upon the male now using her as a mattress, as she glared into the eyes of the one who had toppled her frame so easily!

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise gleefully tumbles over with Diana, finding his perch atop her toned body once more. He settles into her, his arms circling her waist, and head tilting to bump his brow to hers. This time, he takes coy advantage of the position with a subtle, but heavy grind against her body, his hips brushing tight along hers. They've been pressed together, grinding against each other, pawing at each other, he's a male, and she's a female. It doesn't help that she's extremely attractive; his ability to hide the fact that he's noticed and their very physical contact has had an effect on him has definitely come to an end.

"May as well relax down there," he muses to her. "Think I'm too attached to this position to let it go now.."

[Devilish53]

The position in the encounter so far was not alien to Diana, yet the addition of grind was certainly an interesting element. The Italian's eyes went wide a moment, before they settled, resuming their coy gaze the Italian so often shot. She wasn't at all surprised things had reached such a stage, just more the fact it had reached such so soon. But then again, both figures were hardly coated in full-body attire. And it wasn't exactly cold out.

"Ohhh...wonder why..." Muttering with gaze not at all leaving her male foe, Diana gives a rub and thrust of her own in an upwards motion, forcing her tout if pancaked abs to force Blaise's in just a touch.