Could someone please tell me why hammocks are so damn comfy? Perfect for a nap, or a night outside in the warm breeze, or for listening to a ballgame, or watching fireworks light up the summer sky... or for just gazing up into the stars.
That's where I was, of course, the stars look so much more beautiful when seen from Hawaii; I still couldn't believe I was there. And even more unlikely was the fact that she was my sexy travel companion. I mean, how often do we wonder what it'd be like to have a free trip to Hawaii fall into our laps; did anyone really ever believe those "free trip just for listening to this phone call" come ons? Well, it turned out to be true, at least this time.
Since it started out so unbelievably, I decided to press my luck, and ask her to come with me. No, I had never actually met her, nor even spoken with her, but I felt like we'd come to know one another anyway. Exchanging emails across the country had proved quite enjoyable, as well as eye opening, very mind-expanding. She seemed like a perfect person for a dream trip like this.
Not that she believed me, at first; it took quite a bit of persuading before she decided I was telling the truth (not only persuading, but also I scanned the letter from the travel agency requesting my desired dates). Once she determined that I wasn't just putting her on, she quickly acquiesced, hell-bent on escaping even for just a little while that cold, far-off place she called home.
So there we were, deep into the last week of our two-week jaunt; hard to explain just how much fun I'd been having. I had been a little worried about how we'd get along, but we'd hit it off famously. A big embrace at the airport, and we hadn't left each other's arms since. All those emails back and forth, revealing our dreams and desires had worked their magic; it's like we were long-lost lovers meeting once again.
The weather had been cooperating too; sunny and warm, she'd found it unnecessary to wear much at all, a skimpy bikini by day, and tiny skirt over that at night. Such a delight to look at, I noticed all the men staring with hunger in their eyes; those very eyes swaying in perfect match to the sway of her ass as she walks across the room.
Mmmmm, and that ass... if Hawaii is paradise, then her ass must be heaven. The bikini bottoms clinging so tightly to her cheeks, just the right amount of flesh peeking out, make it difficult for me to control my hands; trying to grab, trying to cup, just aching to feel the warmth against my palms.
What's most surprising is the quantity of bikinis she possesses. We've been here a week and a half, and I've not seem the same one yet! Some are black, some white, some a perfect shade to match her sparkling eyes, there's even an almost obscenely provocative pair consisting of a butterfly thong with a tiny string around her ass and the top, well, to be perfectly honest, I never looked at the top! But my favorite pair is a sort of bronze color that blends right into her tan, making it appear that she's naked, and when she walks into the water, it appears to disappear, becoming VERY see-thru!
Not that her ass is the only thing worth looking at; her small, firm breasts must be coveted by most women. She looks so sexy in a tank top, or a loose man's shirt barely fastened, allowing quick peeks at the peaks underneath.
However, it's her eyes that most grab me, holding me steady in their gaze. The way they sparkle, the way they show her laughter and her lust, especially when paired up with that luminous smile. Mmm, my heart beats faster whenever she graces me with that smile, lovely lips framing white teeth, that smile telling me all is well. And the smile has been there the entire trip, even when she sleeps.
The place we're staying is right on the beach, along a secluded stretch, so we've been hanging out a lot right there at the water. She's not shy, either, so those bikinis have been off most of the time as she perfects that perpetual tan of hers. Can I complain? As much as I love to see her strutting around in those sexy suits, her birthday suit is even better. Of course, that means I've been in an almost constant state of arousal, perhaps the only state other than Hawaii that I'd rather visit.
Her own arousal though more than matches my own, I've lost count of our sizzling encounters. Is it the water here, or the sun, or just our compatible personalities and general lust of life? Whatever the reason, we've done it in the water, on the sand, in the room in front of the open patio doors.
I've slipped inside her velvety smoothness while dancing in a dark corner of a crowded nightclub, my hands sneaking up under her skirt to cup that wonderful ass, pulling her tightly against me. Our mouths were locked together in a spicy kiss, our moans drowned out by the throbbing beat of the music.
Flirting with me in the car, her hands wandering all over my legs, she takes my hand in hers and lets me feel just how wet she'd become. I squeal off the road, parking right there at the top of the mountain, and when we leave the car I find she's climbed on top of me, riding me to a very noisy climax right there on the still-warm hood of our rental car, the rivets on my jeans putting deep scratches in the paint.
We've ridden the waves of passion aboard a sailboat as it bounces on the ocean, the setting sun turning everything a deep shade of red. Our naked bodies writhe on the deck, water spraying from the waves hitting the boat cooling us as our passion heats us from within.
I've slowly peeled each bikini off that luscious ass, my hands trying to melt right inside. I must admit, uncovering that ass is like opening a birthday present each time, that one present you just KNOW is the best, the one you save for last.
But these past few days have been different, very different. Still just as sexually charged as before, but with a slightly different flavor.
If anything, she's been even more aggressive, more sexual. Taking every opportunity to rub her wonderful body against mine, she's been a non-stop tease. My cock almost hurts from the constant arousal, I'm aching for release. And that's just where the difference is; though she has no limits as to what she'll do to turn me on, she always stops right before I get off. It's almost frustrating...okay, okay, I want to tear my hair out...god I want to cum!
