As the plane left the ground I settled back into my seat and closed my eyes. This was supposed to be our special getaway, a chance to rekindle that love and passion that seamed so long gone. I could still remember the way she looked in that new bikini as she posed for me. The high cut sides rode all the way up her hips showing her beautiful bottom. I tried to talk her into buying a thong, but she said "forty year old woman don't wear thongs on public beaches, even in Hawaii." That was before she got that damned assignment and had to cancel our special trip. So here I was flying to the island of Kauai for the AICPA conference alone. I had thought about canceling the trip as these accounting conferences are usually very boring and other attendees are just as boring.
But the tickets were paid for and the room at the Princeville resort on the Northern part of the island was supposed to be one of the 10 most beautiful places on earth. So I packed my swimsuit and decided to enjoy the trip as a solo. I has been 15 years since I have had a vacation by myself, I started to wonder if I would remember how to have fan alone on a tropical island. My relationship with my wife is very good, we love each other but we have definitely fallen into that rut that comes with dual careers and kids entering the teen years. We socialize and we do all the things that we are supposed to do, but that spark that kept us going has somehow slipped away and the routine day-to-day life has taken its place. Although we both pride ourselves on staying fit, we seam to be doing it for health reasons rather then to please each other. Our lovemaking has also become routine. Once a week on Saturday nights with the lights out. A wild time is Sunday morning trying to be quite so the kids don't hear. It didn't seam that long ago that we would make love all the time and with a great deal of variety. I don't know what happened.
As I ordered another drink I noticed the beautiful stewardess smile at me as she handed me my drink and ask if this was my first trip to Hawaii. I told her it was and that I was looking forward to getting some relaxation. When I told her I was going to stay at the Princeville resort, she let out a swoon and regaled in a tale of week she and her boyfriend had spent there and what a romantic place it was. She asked me if my wife was joining me there. I told her unfortunately I was going to the conference solo. She gave me a half smile and said I am sure you will have fun. I again started to think that I should have canceled this trip. As I boarded my plane in Honolulu for the short flight to Kauai, I started to notice the heat. It was 14 degrees when I bored the plane back in the states, the humidity made it almost unbearable in my suit. I was glad that I had packed plenty of shorts and t-shirts. It was going to feel great to leave the suit in the closet for 10 days. I even vowed to not wear a coat and tie to the conference days this was a direct snub of the accounting profession. For the first time I was starting to feel good about this trip. It has been forever that I have done something just for me, and I promised my self that I was going to have fun and enjoy myself.
The limo pulled into the entry way of the hotel and I was floored by its over all beauty. The area was so lush and so beautiful I could hardly catch my breath. I decided to register and then hit the pool for some sun and reading. While checking in I noticed a big sign welcoming all the accountants. What surprised me was that under neat that was a welcome to the American Society of Home Crafts. I thought to myself "great 10 days filled with hippy dippy craftsmen. I didn't give it much more thought as I changed and headed for the pool. I t had to be 90 degrees with 90% humidity. I needed a cold beer. To my amazement the pool bar was a swim up so I stripped down to my suit and swam over to sample some of the local beers. As I sat there I gazed around the pool. I could not believe the beautiful women that were lying by the pools sipping mai tai's and reading trashy romance novels. It looked like a Sports Illustrated Swim suit issue, only I was there. I was glad that I had worn my sunglasses as I figured that it would be a little embarrassing to be staring with my tongue hanging out. This was going to be a great trip.
Part of the conference package was day trips to various points of interest on the Island. The next morning I showed up to catch a bus for a day hike in Waimea Canyon. There were about 30 of us on the bus; most of them were couples much older than myself. But to my surprise there was a beautiful blonde woman sitting at the front of the bus. She had the creamiest skin and the loveliest blonde hair I had ever seen. I knew instantly that she was not an accountant. Unfortunately when we got to the canyon we were split into four groups and off we went into the canyon. After a long day of hiking we all met back at the bus. I again noticed my blonde "friend". She seamed to have made friends with an elderly couple on the trip and spent the drive home chatting with them. I could pick up bits and pieces of their conversation and came to realize that she had a soft southern accent that just fit her beautifully. I was mesmerized. The ride was all to short and like that she was gone.
That night at dinner I joined a few accountant that had stayed for a seminar on tax updates so I got the low down and told them about the trip to the canyon, as they were all heading on that trip tomorrow. Just then my blonde friend entered the dinning area. I watched as she scanned the room as if to find an empty place just as I stood to ask her if she would like to join us she spotted the older couple from the bus and joined them. Tonight she was wearing a beautiful floral pattern dress that looked so wonderful on her beautiful body. The one thing I noticed is that she seamed to have a smile on her face at all times and looked just happy to be there.