Hawai’ian Vacation

The gulfstream IV slowly banks to the left as it approaches Lihue Airport…and out the newly constructed fiberglass windows you can finally see the ocean interrupted by the warm undulating fine sands of a beach that stretches for miles, broken only by secret hidden grottos and steep lush mountain ranges that reach for the few scattered billowing clouds above.

But, it’s only when the plane begins streaking in its final descent passing over leaping dolphins making an arc of the thrown brilliant clear water that the realization hits that we are finally on a week’s vacation in paradise. And, without warning, as you’re looking toward the ocean side, you feel the warm, moist touch of my lips to yours, lingering only slightly to suggest what is to come as you also feel the gentle squeeze from my hand on your right leg through your sundress. You look over to me Naomi, as I part your golden locks and whisper into your ear “We’re going to have all kinds of fun, darling,” and I playfully flick your earlobe with the tip of my tongue, practically unnoticeable. But, you know what that little earlobe flick means…it’s been the way I’ve told you all the wet, sticky, erotic things I’m going to be doing to you shortly…our physical, public shorthand for al l the dirty, naughty words.
As you follow me, down the jet’s stairway toward the waiting white limousine, you notice I’ve warn those swim trunks you particularly like…the slightly tighter fitting ones, still somewhat loose along the legs, but that remain tight around my firm, half-moon shaped ass that you love to grasp firmly with your hands, like I do yours when we…well…we’ll get to that ;). The loose, barely-there light materialed burgundy short-sleeve shirt is only tight around the very top of my chest and arms. You notice the muscles tense as I jump the last stair throwing our bags over both my shoulders in the same movement. While the driver holds open the trunk where I gently lay our bags, containing just the necessities (clothes, suntan lotion, several swimsuits, those books we’ve both been meaning to read, oh, and the baby oil, feather, cuffs and other goodies I haven’t told you about) you approach the door—opened for you by the kind-smiling, very large and portly and friendly Hawai’ian driver.