03-13-2012, 08:23 PM
The must have grown them bigger here, it was the only thing she could fathom as she looked upon the large male. Most men were put off by her size and athletic ability when she chose to show it off. And the only man she had met that could rival this man’s size was her own brothers but even he would fall up short. Her emerald hues looked over him as he returned her gaze, having been just off the boat she didn’t intend on following any social norms or caring what anyone particularly thought of her brash actions. Those eyes looking him up and down, taking careful notice of any weapons he may have, but finding herself getting lost a moment as he spied his chiseled chest. His voice carried to her ears, and her eyes blinked a moment as if realizing that some foreign voice had raised out to caress her.
She smirked a moment and shrugged dismissively, dancing wasn’t something she just did with strangers. While she would much prefer a different type of dance, one that involved more explicit moves. But she leaned in more heavily, preferring to rouse the big mountain from his sitting position and come chase her. Sandra was excellent and poking beasts, she loved nothing more than to provoke and run, for sport of course but still no one had actually been able to catch her.
“No” she said softly, as her hand went to point out at the crowd. “Just tired of” she let the comment sit a moment as her eyes turned back to him. “Such short men.” She said with a slight hint of humor, her voice light and soft but with soft overtones of confidence and mischief underlying it all. Sandra smirked a bit and then slid into the seat next to him, not asking, just taking.
“So what about yourself? Tired of dancing?”
She smirked a moment and shrugged dismissively, dancing wasn’t something she just did with strangers. While she would much prefer a different type of dance, one that involved more explicit moves. But she leaned in more heavily, preferring to rouse the big mountain from his sitting position and come chase her. Sandra was excellent and poking beasts, she loved nothing more than to provoke and run, for sport of course but still no one had actually been able to catch her.
“No” she said softly, as her hand went to point out at the crowd. “Just tired of” she let the comment sit a moment as her eyes turned back to him. “Such short men.” She said with a slight hint of humor, her voice light and soft but with soft overtones of confidence and mischief underlying it all. Sandra smirked a bit and then slid into the seat next to him, not asking, just taking.
“So what about yourself? Tired of dancing?”