Erin - The Walk 3D Render, Digital Artwork by RenderFem

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Erin - The Walk

3D Render by RenderFem

I have to admit, it was one of Ana's better ideas.The
girls that had gone to Marseille had returned the evening before and
collapsed into their respective beds. Shopping can do that. Especially
when it's my money. I was feeling a touch faint myself after seeing the
pile of bags and boxes, truth be told.Their
weariness was short lived however and they were all in full voice when I
eventually joined them in the sun room the next morning.I had barely finished my breakfast, Milla graciously leaving me a croissant today, when Ana suggested lunch in town.I
agreed, good idea, besides they do fantastic coffee there and a pasta
sauce made of mushrooms that I am convinced are narcotic.The girls
skipped off to get dressed, most of them at that stage still in robes,
the soft swish swish of light feet in socks gradually fading down the
hallway. I do love that sound.The day was starting well, croissant,
happy smiling (if not a touch loud) girls and the promise of good coffee
and drug-pasta on demand.I had been dressed and ready for at
least forty minutes when that variable conglomerate I like to call my
"Gorgeous Gaggle" finally burst in and closely escorted by Ana and
Milla, Venice on point and with Erin on the flank, off we went.It's
not a short walk, yet neither is it long, it's just right when the
weather is nice and you have wonderful redheads on each arm. We walk
through a market area on the way to the cafe, and I always get a great
deal of pleasure from the envious looks I get from the local male
population, and with a compliment of four stunning girls this day, it
was almost as good as sex.Lunch was great, the coffee was
sublime, and I am glad I wasn't driving after that sauce. Venice had
wandered back off to the market place and Ana and Milla had kind of
cuddled up in the corner and were talking softly. I looked at Erin and
was sure she was starting to get a bit, well I don't think
uncomfortable, yet I could see she wanted to give her sister a bit more
privacy, so I suggested we take a walk to the park above the docks. She
could point out the boat she delivered and we'd get away from those
snogging gingers.The park is a favorite place of ours, always
bathed in a wonderful soft light all year round and it was large enough
to feel secluded even on busier days.Erin and I walked and
talked. This was the most time I had spent with her alone since she got
here, and it was most pleasant to finally start to get into her head and
personality. She pointed out the boat, a beautiful sleek ocean cruiser,
not huge, it can be handled by one person easily in good weather. I
told her I was envious of her job, I love sailing but a long time leg
injury basically prevents me from being anything but a passenger.I
was curious about when she worked in a crew, and how she managed being
in such a predominately male environment. This let her open up, and she
began to tell me several stories of times when she managed to outwit her
crew mates, including throwing one new guy overboard one day. She soon
gained a reputation and the respect within
the sailing fraternity that she was rarely ever bothered. She could
sail, she sailed well, and she took no shit. I could tell she was like
her sister, and could handle herself in most situations.I
was beginning to become quite impressed with her overall. Small, fine
featured and slim of build, yet she had her sister's confidence and fire
and that combined with her looks made her very attractive to me. We
had been gone for nearly two hours by the time we completed our loop of
the park and started to head back to the cafe to see if the others had
been arrested for public indecency or not and continued to talk, mostly
about sailing and her travels. Rada, our travel junkie is going to love
her.To my ever lasting satisfaction she
listened patiently as I told her my favorite joke, the long one about
the Messerschmitts, she even laughed out loud at the punchline. Ana hit
me in the arm when I told it to her.Yep she's a keeper.She
helped me start to round up the rest of the 'gaggle' two of which were
finishing up a shared bowl of ice cream and not being dragged off by the
gendarme and we started for home, once again pleasantly encumbered by
redheads, picking up Venice as we worked back through the markets. It's a
longer walk home, due to being slightly up hill, though none of us were
in any rush .For a while I wasn't sure, but I thought that out
of the corner of my eye I could see Erin occasionally looking at me,
with that side smile she has, as she walked beside her sister, who was
yammering on about something across my chest to Milla. Venice was again
just ahead and I did my best to look at her tall strong body and the way
she moved so easily instead of looking at Erin directly. Don't ask me
why.Eventually I Looked across at her, and that cheeky smile got a bit wider. I smiled back automatically.Yes it was a fine idea indeed, Ana, a fine idea indeed.----OK
yeah so a bit long winded for a mostly SFW-Except-Nipple-Slip image,
but it is leading up to something, so bear with me and while there is
not a lot of actual dialogue or detail it is helping me personally get
into Erin's character, she is so much like her sister it's scary, yet
she is developing a personality and strength of her own. My
imaginary little world is also more tangible now, and am able to cross
reference 'history' easily (like that croissant) Consider this simply a
development piece and feel free to ignore if you wish, or continue to
read as we all learn a bit more about these girls.All these
girls are becoming so tangible in my own mind at least, I can even hear
what heir voices sound like, and nutting out the details and history and
personalities of the two newer ones has been fun. It is also helping me write a bit more, getting the act of writing back into my muscle memory.