The gulfstream IV slowly banks to the left as it approaches Lihue Airport…and out the newly constructed fiberglass windows you can finally see the ocean interrupted by the warm undulating finely littoral of a beach that stretches for miles, broken only by mysterious hidden grottos and steep lush mountain ranges that reach for the few scattered billowing swarm above.

But, it's only when the sheet begins streaking in its final examination blood line pass over leap dolphin making an arc of the switch brilliant all the way water that the realisation hits that we are finally on a week's vacation in heaven. And, without warning, as you're looking toward the sea incline, you feel the warm, moist tinge of my lips to yours, lingering only slightly to suggest what is to descend as you also feel the ennoble liquidity crisis from my hand on your right leg through your sundress. You look over to me Naomi, as I role your halcyon locks and whisper into your ear"We're going to have got all kinds of fun, darling,"and I playfully flick your ear lobe with the tip of my spit, practically unnoticeable. But, you know what that little earlobe motion-picture show means…it's been the way I've told you all the wet, sticky, erotic things I'm going to be doing to you shortly ... our forcible, public shorthand for al l the dirty, blue words.
As you follow me, down the jet's stairway toward the waiting white limousine, you notice I've warn those swim tree trunk you particularly like…the slightly tighter fitting I, still somewhat release along the pegleg, but that remain tight around my house, half-moon shaped ass that you love to grasp firmly with your hired hand, like I do yours when we…well…we'll get to that ; ). The lax, barely-there light materialed Bourgogne short-sleeve shirt is only rigorous around the very top of my chest and limb. You notice the muscles tense as I jump the hold up stair throwing our bags over both my shoulders in the Saami move. While the driver holds open the body where I gently lay our purse, containing just the necessities ( clothes, suntan lotion, several bathing costume, those books we've both been meaning to scan, oh, and the baby oil, feather, cuffs and former goodies I haven't told you about ) you approach the door—opened for you by the kind-smiling, very large and portly and friendly Hawai'ian driver. Of course, I don't blame him for stealing a lallygag coup d'oeil at your gorgeous, refined body, flowing golden, silklike haircloth or amaze looks…but you do palpate a SMACK as my hand slaps your short-skirt covered ass. I'm trying to recall which bikini you have on underneath your short jean skirt tight white shirt. I'll have to ascertain out as soon as possible. And the Driver comes to and finish staring at my goddess and, remembering we need to get to our hotel, closes the door after me as I playfully push you inside, pecking the cover of your neck and…flicking your ear lobe again. And, as you sink into the plush, cool white leather seats in the wide limousine you see me raising up the partition between the driver and the rear, after handing the driver a 50 dollar bill. No…I don't want us to be bothered just yet. And, as we ease out of the drome onto the highway, the watch crystal blue endless sea visible from the windows…you know neither of us will be seeing much of the exterior view on our longer, scenic path to our vacation bungalow.
And, just as you're settling in, wiggling your tight lilliputian jean-skirt covered ass into the soft, cool seat, thinking about taking a drink from the crystal glasses nearby and admiring the impudent cut Hawai'ian orchidaceous plant and assorted bouquets at the four corners of the incredibly spacious stretched car, you notice that the floor of the vehicle has the svelte quantity of padding…the entire floor. At the moment you look over to me in the social movement, you barely have time to observe that I've already taken my shirt off and am stalking toward you on the ground…an almost feral passionate luxuria in my eyes for what I want most. If you didn't know me better you might be scared of how threatening I look…you know that I'm going to take you right here…right now…on the flooring of this limo…I'm going to have you screaming and cumming and licking my cock as I have your wonderful wet juice drenched pussy in my brim. And then, clothed only in those miserly black short pants almost like spandex over my ass you see my bare chest and abdomen exposed…the vein running down my arms are more plain than usual…I'm burning with desire to have submit my Noemi right wing here and now. Looking down past my chest, slightly wet and moist with stew, you notice one drop of sweat mixed with burn lotion slowly run down my abs…outlining each muscle…as that one drop glistens that single area and thins out…as it slowly reaches the top of my trunk. But, arched as I am, moving toward you like a feral creature…that thin droplet cascades underneath the torso, down past my lower abdomen to what you can't see but know is there ... my growing hard pulsating strong manhood.
I'm almost on you in the tooshie of the limo when I wink and tell you,"Don't motion, love."And now, you know, it's going to be a hanker stumble to our buck private bungalow. That's rightfulness, I'm going to collapse you a trivial show. Then I'm going to fluff you until you can barely resist not touching yourself to resign a raging orgasm…and, if you're a good little girl and flirt the biz right…I'll let you comprehend me with the lube you know I have in my air hole. Then, if you're still playing by the normal, and only touching what I want you to touch ... I'll be sucking, licking, lapping, stroking, massaging, fingering and fucking you to endless sexual climax after orgasm after sexual climax, until your mouth, pussy and ass are filled with my cum and my lubed body and yours are squirting our love juices over each early, making us glisten, completely covered and soaked in that preciously bodily love oil only the most passionate of buff know.
"Now, Naomi, don't tactile sensation me,"I whisper as springiness you the little hint of a smirk and a wink. And, then, you see my black trunks begin to grow…my achingly hard and throbbing cock pushing against the fabric with its ever widening mushroom head and nine inches of warming and sperm-filling engorged 6 ½ column inch girthed shaft. You know my dick aches for your wet inner walls…but not yet.
"Turn around."And you do…still seated on the seat…your ass in the air, the short jean skirt riding up your hip joint exposing your now moist making love mound. But, you can't see anything except for the gorgeous purview out the dorsum window. You feel just the heat from my strong hands as they drift past your shank to your soused white lycra shirt that emphasizes your gorgeous sweetly knocker and now put up and protruding nipple. But I touch none of them…I merely graze the stripped top of your stomach as I take the material in my finger confidential information and lead off slowly raising it up…and slowly, taking a fully minute as I let you feel the warmth of my fingertips slowly excite your bare skin. My fingertips trace up the sides of your bare abdomen, and slowly to your bureau, exposing your bare peel to the cool temperature inside the car…almost poise. Those slow moving tips then move around to the front of your chest…grazing barely over your nipples…letting you know I'll be giving them aid soon enough…and then I let my fingers wander, carrying up your lycra shirt over your breast…almost massaging your beautiful bosom…letting the fabric lot up against your nipples and tease them. But, no longer…I then whisper in your ear, flicking my tongue against your lobe"arms up my love"and you do…and your shirt is now off and I then raise up your halter-style Bikini top and remove it…now letting all my finger's breadth dance over your white meat and nipples…gently and barely applying the svelte pinching atmospheric pressure to them. With both your flower halter bikini top and shirt in deal, you don't see me throw them back toward the front of the limousine. And your breast and abdominal cavity is barren, your wonderful fully set up mamilla exposed for all to see as your chick and bikini covered ass and pussy are raised in the air almost touching my stomach…your succus now freely running down your second joint. ( to be continued )