Credential issued by TLIB (Tan Line Inspection Board).....

Summer is finally here. You have been by the pool or at the beach. Man it was hot. You needed a cold sports beverage to replenish your fluids. When you opened the door to the cooler, the blast of cold air rushed over you and you just stood there for a minute letting it wash over you. Your got a slight chill and felt your nipples stiffen and strain against your sundress. Your mind went to day, relaxing, the waves crashing, how pretty the water was. The hotel was right on the beach, maybe a a bit out of your budget but worth it. The C store across the street has taken a little of the sting off the high cost at the hotel.

Excuse me I say as I pass by you. You are snapped out of your fridge induced malaise. You say I'm sorry and I retort no problem. I just need a Coke (to go with the junk food I have in my hand)....You really don't think much about it as you grab your Gatorade pay and walk back across the street.

When you pass through the lobby you see me talking to the desk clerk.....I am checking in and you watch as I kick my back with a motion that telegraphs professional traveler and head towards the elevator....

Chat/RP what happens next......

Charming conversation that turns into me tracing your tan lines Rubbing aloe on your blazing skin, noting the stark difference from red to where your bikini covered your delicate parts.

A Catfish Caveat: I know you are there. You aren't as clever as you think you are. I have been online since 1996, and have seen every version of your species known to man. If you reply, and we start to chat, I will likely ask for a "proof of life picture", likely my handle on a slip of paper posed in a way that proves authenticity. I am not a pic collector or just trying to curate porn. If you read all my posts, I am just a guy looking for an honest, needle in the haystack connection with someone in the vast zeitgeist.