As you step off the plane and take a look around, you notice the silent humid air which now has engulfed your body. The tall palm tree and the smell of tropical flowers in bloom. Over your shoulder you see the beautiful Pacific Ocean, small waves caressing the shoreline.
As you descend from the stairs onto the tarmac, you see an island beauty standing at the bottom of the stairs. As your long sexy legs step down the last step, she approaches you and lifts a flowered lei over your head and greets you with a whisper, 'Aloha Maria, welcome to Paula's Island' as she kisses your cheek and walks away.
As you follow the subtle sway of her hips as she walks towards a gate, you look past her and see me standing there. Smiling with my sunglasses on you start walking to me. As you approach the gate, it swings open as we embrace each other exchanging 'alohas' and each giving the other a kiss.
I take your hand and lead you to the baggage area. As the bags are being unloaded I ask about your flight. You mention it was beautiful as I eye your long lithe body in your short shorts, t-shirt and heels. Your legs are as long as I imagined them being.
I ask about your bags and as you describe the to me I pluck them off the conveyor belt one by one. Having only packed 2 bags, I turn and inquire that it took you 2 bags to pack all your bikini's? We both giggle as you go to grab both bags but I stop you. I motion with my hand as a burly looking guy in a suit walks over and grabs the bags from the floor and leads us to the waiting limousine.
Once the bags are in the trunk, he opens the door. I slip my ass inside and lifting one leg slowly followed by the other, my short skirt rises up and you soon realize that I flashed you my smooth inner thighs and my thongless crotch. Stunned, I pat the seat next to me for you to sit down.
As the driver closes the door behind you, he takes the drivers seat and away we go. As we cruise out of the lanes, I offer you a glass of champagne. I reach for the short bar located on the opposite side of the car as once again my skirt rises up now sitting high on my upper thigh.
Already knowing that I have nothing on underneath, you can find yourself gazing at my openness. I peek back and see where your eyes are looking as I reach just bit further away allowing my skirt to rise even higher. Exposing the roundness of my ass as I shift my weight from one side to the other.
Reaching the bottle, I make up an excuse that the ice bucket is stuck and moving to my hands and knees which pulls my skirt way up as I am now subjecting you to views that only a handful of others have seen personally.
Little do you realize at the time that there is no need for ice for champagne but you find yourself lost in the display of my wares and don't even have a thought as to what the excuse is.
I play with the handle for as long as I want, knowing I'm seducing you into a very warm environment my way. I move and push forward, then back then to the side as if the handle is securely stuck. This gives you such views of my ass and smooth folds tucked just between my thighs, as if my tongue were sticking out at you from underneath.
I finally feel that this has been a sufficient amount of time and return to my seat. Not worrying about what or where my skirt is. As I lean back into the seat, I part my legs giving you an explicit shot of my hairless mound and the soft glistening lips bound together.
I hand you a glass and as I offer up a toast, your eyes are locked on mine. I toast to us, a fabulous time on the island and for pleasures to come. We touch glasses and sip. I hold my glass in my lap with my left hand and place my right hand on my upper exposed thigh.
Sitting there talking to you as if I didn't have a care in the world. Your eyes however, glancing up and down my body, if only I could read what your mind was thinking at the time. I mention something about it being very warm in the car and flip the air conditioning on. While the cool air is beginning to blow through the vents I begin to unbutton my blouse.
Looking over at you in your already flushed state, I ask that I hope you don't mind me getting comfortable as I undo all the buttons of my blouse and pull the sides of the material from around me.
Here I sit just across from you, heels on the floor thighs slightly parted, skirt hiked up high with the front of the blouse just barely covering my 36D's. As I follow your eyes, I can tell you're enjoying the view. But the best is yet to come I say to myself.
Looking out the windows, I start describing the names of the places that were passing. All the while though, I can feel your eyes on me, drinking me in. Watching the flushed look on your face. I see you're beginning to get turned on by looking at me. Good.
As we talk some more, I slowly bring my right hand to my exposed mound. I begin caressing myself but not breaking stride in talking to you. Wanting it to be more of an impulsive gesture of my hand rubbing myself than it being deliberate.
My fingertips teasing my lips, moving over the nub of my clit.. running down along the inner folds, parting my slit and slowly guiding my finger to my clit before moving it back down to my entrance. Never taking my eyes off of you as we talk, or as I should say, I talk. You listen contentedly except for the occasional glance at what my fingers are doing then.
I watch as your breathing becomes deeper, the tautness of your t-shirt difficult in hiding the growing nipples underneath. The outline of your piercings showing thru the thin fabric. I continue rubbing myself and slowly part my thighs even wider for you.
I excuse myself to you but tell you that I have to take care of this pang within myself as the thought of sitting across from you is way too much to not to touch myself. I tell you to bear with me as I really go to town on myself.
Pushing 2 fingers up into my sex, rubbing my clit with my other hand as I stare into your eyes. My nipples so hard, I pull off my blouse so that you can see how hard they are. My hands and fingers are stroking my smooth mound, teasing the hard nub lying under the hood. Moving my fingertips over and around the stiff nub as you watch me, watching all of me.