My name is Genevieve, but you can call me Ginny. I'm a sixty years old, divorced, and live in a small town in western Ohio. However, today I'm sitting a warm sandy beach in Hawaii, soaking up the rays of the sun, and watching the white sails that dot the blue waters. I came here to renew my spirit and maybe find a man to make me feel like a woman again.
My story starts in early February, when I glanced out the window I noticed there was more snow on the ground.
I shivered, "Burr, I'm tired of this dang snow! I want to be somewhere warm, with the tropical sun tanning my nude body."
I had no problem with nudity, because I still think I'm sexy, warm and inviting. . . even if I only have one breast now. You see I had cancer two years ago, and to save my life the doctors removed my right one.
We had just celebrated our twenty-sixth anniversary. My husband had a problem with the loss of the breast and could not accept the results, so needless to say the marriage ended in divorce.
As I sat there looking at the white, cold, landscape, I decided I needed a change of scenery. Somewhere that was warm, sunny destination with beaches. A place to boost my spirits; hell maybe I could even find a man there. Oh God, it would be so nice to feel like a woman again.
I began thinking, and then it dawned on me. Before our divorce, I'd secretly been saving for a trip to Hawaii, some thing I could surprise hubby with. However, now that he was gone, and the money was still in my saving account, why not go there now?
I quickly grabbed the newspaper, as I remembered seeing a special Hawaii vacation package from the local travel agency. I thumbed through the Sunday Times and spotted it. I could spend seven days and six nights in Maui for a fraction of what it usually cost.
I looked at the clock; it read 2 p.m., so I picked up the phone and dialed the number.
"Hello, this is Ginny Baxter; do you still have the vacation package for Maui, Hawaii? Oh good, book me the trip."
The woman at the agency then asked, "You will just love Maui this time of the year. The trip leave March 1st and returns March 8th, airfare, hotel room and a rental car is included in this package. How many shall I write down are going?"
I giggled aloud and told her, "Oh it's just me honey. I need to get away from all this dang snow!"
After that she took my address down and said, "Your packet for the trip should arrive their by Friday. If you do not receive it by Monday the 3rd, give me a call."
I replied, "Okay, thanks for everything, goodbye."
I almost dropped the phone as I was so excited about getting away. I ran to the bedroom saying, "Maui, here I come!"
It took me almost two days to decide what to take with me. I made a list of things I needed to buy for the trip as I went. The last thing I looked for to pack was my swimsuit.
After one glance at it, I turned red, frowned, then shrieked, "That'll never fit, I have to buy me a new one."
I added that to my list, making a mental note not to buy anything hot pink in color.
Then on the next day, I went shopping, and found this cute bright blue suit that hugged every curve of mine perfectly. I bought it, and by suppertime, I was packed, excited and raring to go. All I needed now was the information packet from the agency.
I swear the rest of the week drug by slower than molasses. I thought Friday would never arrive. When it finally got there, I had to wait until four o'clock in the afternoon to receive my mail. I was watching the mailbox like a cat about to pounce on a canary. After I saw the mail carrier coming up the walk, I ran out the door, and almost knocked him down.
I stopped dead in my track, blushed from head to toe, and said apologetically, "Oh sorry, I was in a hurry because I am expecting something special in the mail today."
He grinned, looked into his bag, and then handed me my mail, and suggesting, "That's okay, just be careful not to run next time, you might fall." He tilted his hat and offered, "Bye and have a good day."
I went back into the house and sat down on the sofa and hurriedly ruffled through it. I found the packet from the agency, then laid it on the coffee table, and then went into the kitchen and made myself a cup of tea.
I sat down, took a sip of tea, and then opened the envelope. After I made sure everything was there. I picked up the colorful brochure about the island, and began reading it. The site of the blue sky, white sandy beaches and tropical palms trees made me wish I was there already.
It was then when I noticed another brightly colored brochure. Upon closer inspection, I read, "Visit 'Little Beach' while in Maui. A nude beach where one can enjoy the sun and friendship of the other nudist".
It made me think of our younger days, when hubby and I used to always go to places that had nude beaches.
My mouth went dry, and I began to become aroused, thinking about what might happen if I went to that nude beach while I was in Hawaii
I quivered with anticipation and exclaimed, "Oh my God, I'm going to that nude beach---just maybe I will find a man, who is not afraid to look at a one-breasted horny, lonely woman!"
That night, I fell asleep dreaming of tropical beaches, nude men, and a midnight rendezvous' under a star-lit sky. As the warm ocean waves caressed the shore, this tall dark handsome male, was caressing every part of me. I woke up, naked, quivering, with rock hard nipples and a drenched pussy.
I looked at myself, laughed out loud and said, "Ole lady, you need a man!"
Before I knew it, March 1st was here, it was 8:45 a.m., and I was boarding, Continental Airlines flight 5757 to Maui-Kahului. It was going to be a long trip lasting almost twenty-four hours, and I would arrive at my destination at 08:37a.m., the following morning.
I arrived there exhausted, after an easy flight, right on schedule. After checking through customs, I was greeted by a Hawaiian woman, who placed a lei around my neck, and announced, "Aloha."
I thanked her, and then looked around for the information desk. Once locating it, I walked over and inquired where I would find the shuttle that could be taking me to the Sheraton Maui Resort.
The woman politely smiled, pointed and replied, "It's out that door to your left. You can recognize it by its bright yellow, blue and green colors. When you get there, the driver will then assist you and take you to your hotel."
I thanked her and made my way outside to the shuttle. I couldn't miss it, because it was the only brightly colored shuttle there. In front of it stood a man, holding a card with my name on it.
I greeted him, and showed him some identification. Afterwards he gathered my luggage and escorted me onto the buss. In about forty minutes, I was at my hotel.
The hotel and the surrounding area offered a wonderfully enchanting view of the island that was even more beautiful than the pictures in the brochure.
