It was a perfect July afternoon on the Oahu's North Shore. The sun was high, there wasn't a cloud to be seen and the trade winds were bringing a steady, sweet breeze as only the Hawaiian trade winds can.
There was a pick-up volleyball game going on a few yards up the beach from my spot, so I split the better part of an hour between watching them and the surfers on the waves. I had brought some work to look over, but there was a stunning beauty wearing a blue and green bikini in the game and I had decided that work could wait.
I was watching a surfer perform a particularly fantastic thrown from the board-to-back flip-to-face plant, when suddenly I was surprised by a volleyball streaking by right in front of my face.
"Sorry!"
I retrieved the ball and threw it back to the beauty, "No problem!" I smiled, "I should expect that sitting so close to the game."
When the game ended, the players parted into two groups. Five of them had left and the other five stayed to cool off in the ocean. Having given up on getting any work done today, I decided to go for a swim. The crystal clear water was refreshing as I submerged myself in it. I was headed back to my spot when I noticed that the woman I couldn't tear my eyes away from was looking straight at me and smiling. I suddenly became very self conscious. Did I leave my shorts in the ocean? Was there something in my teeth? Was there something in my shorts? Did I leave my teeth in the ocean?
"Hey!" she waved.
I looked around and then back at her, "Me?"
"Yeah! We're gonna play again, you want in?"
"Sure!"
I trotted over to the court where the two guys and three women were and we introduced ourselves: Grettle, Mike, Carrie, Tom, and Bridgette. Bridgette was my amazon: long dirty-blonde hair pulled back in a pony-tail that ended just below her shoulder blades, standing a solid 6' (the tallest of the group by several inches) and sporting a hard body, her bikini accentuating her long midsection and longer legs while highlighting the curve of her hips and full b-cup breasts.
Grettle was a petite platinum blonde with an enigmatic smile, a bubbly personality, and musical laugh that was almost contagious. Carrie was another stunner with close-cropped flaming red hair with a big chest and hips that called out to me as she sashayed along the beach. Mike and Tom were pretty much your generic-looking beach boyfriends. You could see that they worked out, but they weren't as defined as I was, they both had short, dark hair and each stood at about 5'8" to my 6'4". I learned that before coming to Hawaii, the group had never previously met but were all staying in the same hotel. Grettle and Mike were from Houston, TX; Carrie and Tom were from Paradise, CA; Bridgette hailed from Minneapolis, MN.
The two couples wanted to be on the same teams so that left Bridgette and I heads up. Grettle and Mike may have been the shortest of all of us, but they certainly knew their way around a volleyball! I learned later that they had both were captains of their college teams and played as often as they could since they've graduated. Bridgette was no slouch either and played just as well as Grettle and Mike, but Carrie and Tom weren't very good so the match wasn't even close. Grettle, Mike and I won 15-2; 15-5; and 11-0. We all had a blast and were laughing and joking around like we had grown up together.
We went swimming again as the sun started to set, and afterwards, sitting on the beach and talking Mike lamented such a perfect day coming to an end. The sentiment was echoed throughout the group.
"If you guys don't want this to end just yet, my house is just down the beach a ways." I suggested.
"Wait... You actually LIVE here?" Bridgette asked.
"For a couple of years now, yeah." I replied.
We all looked at each other for a couple of seconds and then we all heartily agreed to go back to my place. We packed everything up and the two couples went to go get their rental cars and drove up the road to my house while Bridgette hung with me and we walked along the shore line.