#ref: ula x cesar

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When Ula saw Cesar watching her undress, she was tempted to scold him for breaking his promise. Tempted and yet there was something about it that felt exhilarating and liberating, something worth staring at. The panicked pitter-patter of her hear settled into a thunderous march that sent heat everywhere and she squirmed in her bare form but not from discomfort. "Safe is good." Ula whispered, smiling a little at his comment about prudes because it was something she'd been called time and again. "I like traveling too much to be black listed from travel for this."

Stepping a little closer, she let Cesar lead her down to the water. Hissing when the chilly water licked at her toes, Ula gripped his hand a little tighter, her nipples pebbling from the chill. Her eyes fell and she swallowed only to look at him and see his eyes still on her. "You're still staring at me." Ula blushed and stepped further into the water. "I'm glad you convinced mer to try something new." She moved deeper still, her hand still in his. "But what do we do now, just swim?"

“I’m glad to be the first,” Cesar mused when Ula admitted that nobody had seen her naked before in light. The statement, spoken so casually, had shot from him on instinct. Cesar didn’t regret it. He knew it would have just the kind of effect on Ula that he wanted. As she let go of his hand and began stripping gradually, Cesar remained still. He didn’t close his eyes as he’d promised. How could he? He had a gorgeous young woman standing before him, and as the sheer wrap fell, prompting a quickening of his heart rate, Cesar knew he’d made the right choice. 

From how Ula looked back at him as she continued, he knew she didn’t mind either. Cesar made no attempt to hide how he raked his gaze up and down her figure whilst she removed her bikini bottoms and then the top. He smiled approvingly once she was naked, a hungry glint entering his eyes. Ula’s question made him chuckle again, and he shook his head. “Not here. This place is safe,” he assured her, adding, “I make sure to find the good, secluded spots. I never want some prude trying to shout at me or report me.” 

He smiled again when she stepped closer to him, their naked bodies mere feet apart as a result. Cesar took her hands when she held them out for him. He took a step back and then another, gradually guiding them both to the edge and into the cool water. All the while, Cesar kept his gaze on hers. He smirked knowingly, and he couldn’t resist murmuring, “I’m glad you spied on me… I never would’ve had such a fine companion otherwise.” 

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The greatest perk of working for Mahal was that Ula got to travel. Whatever her sister dreamt up for a new series on her podcast sent them to new places. Then, if Mahal really loved a place, sometimes they would settle in for a while. This was shaping up to be one of those places that had a lot of different avenues Mahal could explore. The prospect had Ula slipping out, searching for places to have little photoshoots for Mahal's socials. While her initial adventure out was innocent, she couldn't deny that a certain shirtless man caught her eye. Ula walked just far enough away that she thought he hadn't noticed her as she paused periodically taking pictures of spots that Mahal may like or of flowers that they could pull colors from for outfit ideas. It wasn't exactly fulfilling, her slender fingers tracing the lines of the petals in some sort of apology before she quietly sighed and kept walking, only to spot the stranger again.

Despite her better judgment, Ula found herself leaning against a tree and watching him undress. Her head quickly shot around in surprise, expecting there to be some audience more than her. With her racing heart, her face quickly flushed as she drank in every toned inch of him. There wasn't much to the bikini she work and her nipples were pressing against the fabric the longer she watched. At the slightest acknowledgement of her voyeuristic behavior, Ula squeaked and jumped back behind the tree, her hazel eyes peeking around when he told her he wasn't shy. A nervous giggle escaped her, her fingers wiggling as she reluctantly admitted she was being a creep. "Hi... sorry. I don't have a good excuse for what I was just doing. New kink unlocked or something." Humiliated she'd even said that out loud, she covered her freckled face in her hands. "Are you going to get me kicked off the island?"

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Cesar Rivera - 34, pansexual, historian / tour guide / Navy vet

Open to mutuals and non-mutuals

Connection Ideas - Tourist; friend; acquaintance; stranger; lover

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“You can come out, I know you’re there.” Cesar’s words cut through the cool air around them, his gaze as sharp as the statement as he looked at where he spied them in the trees. He’d sensed them following him a while back, but he’d opted to say nothing until he’d gotten to the pool, his intended destination for his regular morning dip. Still watching them, the already shirtless Cesar began toeing off his boots and tugging down his shorts. He had no qualms about carrying on his routine in front of them. They’d clearly followed him knowing where he was headed, even if their reason for doing so remained a mystery. “It’s alright to look, you know… I won’t be offended. I’m not shy,” he added, half in an attempt to reassure them and half to goad them into reacting in some way. 

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Could this be any more embarrassing, Ula had briefly thought before he extended his hand to her. Then the warmth from her face spread everywhere, the excitement of an adventure all her own was, simply, too much to pass up. Slipping her hand into his, Ula took the slightest step forward, and her shy smile was hindered from spreading solely by the fact that she was nibbling her lip. As the moved toward the water, Ula stilled next to his clothes, all too aware of the early morning light. "I... No one's actually seen me naked with the lights on..."

She only let go of his hand for a moment, letting the sheer wrap around her waist fall first, stepping out of her sandals, then slipping her fingers into the waistband of her bikini bottoms. It felt safest; after all, it covered little. Her hazel gaze stayed on him as she swallowed nervously, a dimpled, nervous smile on her face as she untied the strings of her top, crossing an arm over her breasts as the fabric fell away. "Do people get in trouble for doing this?" Ula's soft voice was softer still and she stepped closer to him, leaving every inch of fabric in her wake. Slowly, she lowered her hands and reached for his again as if to say she'd like to try something new, to convince herself she could be a little adventurous and not just curious.

The traces of a smirk crossed back onto Cesar’s lips as he saw the mystery young woman peeking through her fingers at him. Her admission about never having been skinny dipping before didn’t surprise him, and to it, Cesar simply said, “That’s alright, sweetheart. Everyone has a first time for everything.” She lowered her hands, which Cesar took as a sign of growing confidence, although not as much as how she stole a look beneath his waist. Briefly, Cesar reflected on what to do next. He made an immediate, instinctive decision. Extending a hand for her despite their distance, Cesar said, “Come join me. I know we’ve only just met, but… as I say, skinny dipping is a revelation, and I think you’d enjoy it.” He could’ve left it there, yet playfulness compelled him to add, “I promise to avert my eyes… mostly, like you’re doing with me.” A smirk crossed his lips, and he winked, signalling again that he didn’t mind her staring. 

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Ula had met plenty of confident people as she followed Mahal around the world, but no one had ever held a casual conversation with her and simply undressed. When she'd moved stateside from the Philippines with her sister, the Jewish woman next door would often use the word 'chutzpah' to describe various people. Now Ula really understood what it meant. Her face was unbearably hot and her hands covered her face for the sake of his modesty, not that he seemed to care. The more he spoke, Ula started to peek between her fingers at his question if she minded. Her hazel eyes falling below his waist as she quietly asked, "Does it? I, umm, I've never been skinny dipping." With a racing heart, Ula lowered her hands, her eyes falling to her sandaled feet. She wanted to keep looking, knew she shouldn't, and more than anything, a tinge of adventure had sprouted in her usually uncurious mind, hoping the handsome stranger would invite her to join him. Even if she knew life wasn't really like the novels she buried her nose in.

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A smirk curled onto Cesar’s lips when the young woman squeaked and jumped behind the tree. A chuckle followed. Realising it was futile to try and hide when she’d already been spotted, she peeked around a few moments later. At her apology, Cesar shrugged. “At least you’re honest about it,” he mused, tone casual. He remained entirely unaffected by being spied on, both because he had no qualms about being seen so intimately and sensed she was no threat to him. She was a girl who’d seen a guy she liked and tried to get an eyeful accordingly. No harm in that. 

So, when she asked if he’d try and get her kicked off the island, Cesar chuckled again and shook his head. “No, no. Don’t worry. I’m not the type to run ratting to the authorities. I’m not the type who minds being watched, either.” Cesar had already told her that, but given her obvious surprise and embarrassment at being caught, he saw no harm in reminding her. As he sought to soothe her, though, Cesar also didn’t care about stopping what he’d originally planned on doing. With his focus still on her, he stepped out of his fallen shorts and pulled on his briefs, the garment dropping to leave him entirely naked. “I hope you don’t mind. I find skinny dipping really heals the soul,” he told her, again seemingly casually but with playful malice behind it. 

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