"Dad, how come you have never taken us to Maui? "It didn't take long to talk my dad into taking the family to Maui. We had never been there, and my mom and dad had always talked about going 'some day'... so my parents seemed honestly surprised at my eagerness for a family trip. We had grown more distant in the last few years... I despised them for living the lie they called a marriage. They were eager to salvage the illusion that we were still a loving, close family, so the trip was planned for the last two weeks in August, before school started. I went to my room smiling. I had no regrets that I had fooled my parents into paying my way to visit him. He was there, and I felt compelled to meet him.
He had joked about being my 'first'. I was going to see that it happened.
We arrived on Maui on a Saturday night. I had told him I was coming. We had planned it together. We had spent long hours talking, laughing...caressing, on line. From elation to fear, wonder to trepidation, my senses traveled the full gamut of emotions. Then and now.... I wondered if what I was doing was right.... but I knew somehow, that it would be. He was a gentlemen...a gentleman with a decidedly wild side...but a gentleman never the less.... everything that he had ever said, had confirmed that that was so...He had described to me in elaborate detail, in his delicious style of prose, the way he would 'take me' the first time. How he would honor me as his queen. Treat me with the reverence and honor such an occasion, he said, deserved... take away my pain with his loving acts and bring me to levels of pleasure he said, I could only imagine. The thought alone, made me wet.
The sun had just set when we landed, and Maui seemed busier than I had imagined. We were whisked to our resort in Wailea, a beautiful spun sugar palace on the beach, called the Kealani...." White Heaven' he later told me...The beauty of the resort entranced me...the magic evening glow casting its soft light...creating an air of magic and mystery... Drowsy palm trees swayed in the warm breeze, heady with the scent of fragrant flowers.
The pools glowed with the torch lighters flame and the last golden rays of the setting sun. The warm ocean breezes stilled...blowing wistfully...going down with the sun. I knew he was near. I could feel him. I had felt him across the miles of starlight that had separated us for so many months, and now he was at hand. If I called for him, he might even of heard my voice, because I knew he was close. We had planned that carefully. I went up to the room where my parents were unpacking. I smiled at them, the first time in months. I was happy.
But not for the reasons they imagined. All the rooms in the hotel were suites and they had requested an adjoining room for me, in deference to my defiant new sense of independence. It was perfect...like having my own room. I strolled out onto the 7th floor balcony, my eyes drinking in the romantic panorama that lay before me. So this is where he lived, I thought, feeling pleased for the first time at having dared to come. The lights of a distant fishing village where just twinkling on, at the edge of the mountains that descended to the huge sweeping bay where the garland of luxury resorts were strung like jewels along the best miles of Maui's golden sand beaches...oooh!
This is going to be fun I thought...turning back into the room, shedding my top and shorts, wilted from the long flight, and stepping into the cool marble bathroom, to have a quick shower. I couldn't wait to call him. I resisted touching myself, even though the sheer sensuality of the room...the sensuousness of the moment, had made me wet ...swelling again in pleasure...the drone of the plane and the anticipation of the 10 days to follow, the mystery and unknown adventures these summer days held, already had me at a fever pitch. It was all I could do to resist using the shower massage to relieve some of the delicious tension that was growing, as the darkness of evening descended. On a whim I decided to shave myself bare, he had intimated he liked that. The brazenness of my act surprised me. I couldn't believe how inexorable our destinies seemed.
I lathered the little trimmed triangle I had remaining, and carefully removed the last of my hair there, then rinsed with the shower massage, the insistent pulse of the warm water making me ... Nooo! Stop! The urge to touch myself, too great though. Just a little I thought, promising myself I wouldn't cum... saving those pleasures only for him. I wrapped a towel loosely around my waist, my breasts swinging freely, nipples thick in the warm humid tropical air. The light in the room was very flattering and I caught a glimpse myself in the full mirror that descended from floor to ceiling, lining the closet doors... one whole aspect of the suites wall. I turned and looked at myself, letting the towel drop, my skin glowing from the warmth of the shower. My sex was plainly visible now, nothing left to hide. I looked even more youthful, my own beauty turning me on. I touched myself tenderly, where only moments before there had been hair, feeling the new smooth sensuousness there, then trailing my fingers lazily up my sides in a way that always made my nipples stiffen.
I cocked my head, and watched them thicken and rise, wrinkle and tighten, feeling my breasts grow taut with the stimulus. I turned, lazy with the heat, and lay on the bed, tired from the days travel, my mind racing with the newness of everything, the anticipation of the unknown, the fear of what was to come. The view of the bed in the mirror, suddenly erotic... I parted my legs, entranced with the sumptuousness of the light, the richness of the fixtures in the room. I looked good in the light, and I let my hand wander...idle... lingering there...but the anxiety I had flashed on, made me feel less like playing. I was hungry and tense so I poked around, found the mini fridge and grabbed an Evian water and an expensive looking chocolate bar...I got a wild idea to have a drink.
All the little bottles lined up in the mini bar looked so cute and inviting... I rarely drink. In fact, I loath the idiots at school who act so stupid when they are drunk...but hey!... this was vacation! ...time to try new things!...hmmm tequila...what the hell...the people who plan these things had thoughtfully placed a fresh lime in the fridge, so I sliced it open. I knew you were supposed to suck the lemon, drink the tequila then lick some salt, or something like that... so I slammed it and coughed, nearly gagging...ugh...fucking firewater...but the effect was almost instantaneous. My head spun, my tummy felt warm...and then hey... that's pretty nice! I decided to have another one!
