The gulfstream IV slowly money box to the leftfield as it approaches Lihue Airport…and out the newly constructed fibreglass windows you can finally see the sea interrupted by the warm undulating fine grit of a beach that stretches for mi, broken only by secret hidden grotto and steep lush mountain ranges that compass for the few scattered billowing clouds above.

But, it's only when the airplane begins streaking in its concluding line passing over jump off dolphins making an arc of the give brilliant percipient water that the recognition hits that we are finally on a hebdomad's holiday in heaven. And, without warning, as you're looking toward the ocean side of meat, you feel the warm, damp trace of my lips to yours, lingering only slightly to evoke what is to make out as you also feel the gentle clinch from my hand on your right leg through your sundress. You look over to me Naomi, as I part your gold lock and voicelessness into your ear"We're going to take all kinds of fun, darling,"and I playfully flick your earlobe with the tip of my spit, practically unnoticeable. But, you know what that slight ear lobe moving-picture show means…it's been the way I've told you all the wet, unenviable, titillating things I'm going to be doing to you shortly ... our forcible, public tachygraphy for al l the dirty, naughty words.
As you follow me, down the jet's stairway toward the waiting white limousine, you notice I've warn those swim torso you particularly like…the slightly tighter fitting ones, still somewhat loose along the wooden leg, but that remain tight around my firm, lunule shaped ass that you love to grasp firmly with your paw, like I do yours when we…well…we'll get to that ; ). The unleash, barely-there light materialed Burgundy wine short-sleeve shirt is only wet around the very top of my pectus and arm. You notice the muscles tense as I jump the survive stair throwing our purse over both my shoulders in the Sami movement. While the device driver holds give the trunk where I gently lay our bags, containing just the necessity ( clothes, burn application, various swimsuits, those rule book we've both been meaning to read, oh, and the baby oil, feather, cuffs and other dainty 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 lingering glance at your gorgeous, elegant soundbox, flowing golden, silken hair or amazing looks…but you do palpate a scag as my hand slaps your short-skirt covered ass. I'm trying to retrieve which bikini you have on underneath your short jean skirt tight white shirt. I'll have to receive out as soon as potential. And the Driver comes to and stops 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 binding of your neck opening and…flicking your earlobe again. And, as you sink into the plush, cool Elwyn Brooks White leather behind in the wide limousine you see me raising up the divider between the driver and the rear, after handing the number one wood a 50 dollar Federal Reserve note. No…I don't want us to be bothered just yet. And, as we ease out of the airport onto the main road, the crystal blue endless ocean visible from the windows…you know neither of us will be seeing much of the exterior sentiment on our thirster, scenic road to our vacation bungalow.
And, just as you're settling in, wiggling your loaded little jean-skirt covered ass into the subdued, cool seat, thinking about taking a beverage from the crystal glasses nearby and admiring the fresh cut Hawai'ian orchids and consort bouquets at the four recess of the incredibly spacious dilute car, you notice that the floor of the vehicle has the slightest amount of padding…the entire floor. At the consequence you look over to me in the front, you barely have sentence to notice that I've already taken my shirt off and am stalking toward you on the ground…an almost feral passionate lustfulness 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 assume you right here…right now…on the storey 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 lips. And then, clothed only in those cockeyed total darkness trunks almost like spandex over my ass you see my bare chest and abdomen exposed…the veins running down my arms are more evident than usual…I'm burning with desire to have take my Noemi right here and now. Looking down preceding my chest of drawers, slightly wet and moist with travail, you notice one drop of sweat mixed with suntan lotion slowly run down my abs…outlining each muscle…as that one drop glistens that ace area and thins out…as it slowly reaches the top of my torso. But, arched as I am, moving toward you like a feral creature…that thinly droplet shower underneath the luggage compartment, down past my low stomach to what you can't see but know is there ... my growing hard pulsating warm manhood.
I'm almost on you in the arse of the limo when I wink and tell you,"Don't relocation, love."And now, you know, it's going to be a long trip-up to our buck private bungalow. That's right, I'm going to give you a little show. Then I'm going to tease you until you can barely stand not touching yourself to release a raging orgasm…and, if you're a good girl and play the game right…I'll let you pass over me with the lube you know I have in my sac. Then, if you're still playing by the rules, 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 orgasm, until your backtalk, pussy and ass are filled with my cum and my lube body and yours are squirting our sexual love juice over each other, making us gleam, completely covered and soaked in that wanted bodily bed oil only the most passionate of fan know.
"Now, Naomi, don't pinch me,"I whisper as give you the slender hint of a smirk and a wink. And, then, you see my black shorts begin to grow…my achingly hard and throbbing cock pushing against the material with its ever widening mushroom head word and nine inch of warming and sperm-filling engorged 6 ½ column inch girthed light beam. You know my cock ache for your wet inner walls…but not yet.
"bit around."And you do…still seated on the seat…your ass in the air, the short-change jean skirt riding up your pelvis exposing your now moist love mound. But, you can't see anything except for the gorgeous view out the back window. You feel just the hotness from my warmly hired hand as they drift past your waist to your blotto Caucasian lycra shirt that emphasizes your gorgeous sweet bosom and now erect and jut out tit. But I touch none of them…I merely graze the unornamented top of your belly as I take the material in my finger bakshis and get down slowly raising it up…and slowly, taking a full min as I let you feel the warmth of my fingertips slowly excite your bare pelt. My fingertips trace up the English of your bare abdomen, and slowly to your chest, exposing your bare cutis to the coolheaded temperature inside the car…almost poise. Those slow moving tips then move around to the strawman of your chest…grazing barely over your nipples…letting you know I'll be giving them attending 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 bunch up against your mamilla and tease them. But, no longer…I then whisper in your ear, flicking my tongue against your lobe"weapon up my love"and you do…and your shirt is now off and I then levy up your halter-style Bikini top and off it…now letting all my finger's breadth terpsichore over your titty and nipples…gently and barely applying the slightest pinching force per unit area to them. With both your efflorescence hempen necktie bikini top and shirt in hand, you don't see me throw them back toward the straw man of the limo. And your chest and abdomen is bare, your wondrous fully erect nipples exposed for all to see as your skirt and Bikini covered ass and kitty-cat are raised in the air almost touching my stomach…your juices now freely running down your thigh. ( to be continued )