Hawai'ian Vacation


Fantasy
The gulfstream IV slowly banks to the left hand as it approaches Lihue Airport…and out the newly constructed fiberglass windows you can finally see the ocean interrupted by the warm undulating alright sands of a beach that stretches for miles, broken only by hole-and-corner hidden grottos and engross lush mountain ranges that reach for the few scattered billowing clouds above.

But, it's only when the plane begins streaking in its final line of descent passing game over jump off dolphinfish making an arc of the thrown brilliant clear piddle that the realization hits that we are finally on a hebdomad's vacation in paradise. And, without warning, as you're looking toward the ocean side, you feel the warm, moist touch of my lips to yours, lingering only slightly to propose what is to come as you also feel the gentle wring from my hand on your right leg through your sundress. You look over to me Naomi, as I function your golden ringlet and whisper into your ear"We're going to have all kinds of fun, darling,"and I playfully flick your ear lobe with the tip of my knife, practically obscure. But, you know what that little earlobe moving picture means…it's been the way I've told you all the wet, sticky, erotic affair I'm going to be doing to you shortly ... our forcible, public shorthand for al l the dirty, naughty words.
As you follow me, down the jet's stairway toward the waiting tweed limousine, you notice I've warn those swim short pants you particularly like…the slightly tighter suit one, still somewhat loose along the legs, but that remain blind drunk around my firm, half-moon shaped ass that you love to grasp firmly with your hands, like I do yours when we…well…we'll get to that ; ). The loose, barely-there luminance materialed Burgundy short-sleeve shirt is only pissed around the very top of my chest of drawers and munition. You notice the muscles tense as I jump the last stair throwing our purse over both my shoulders in the like movement. While the driver holds open the bole where I gently lay our pocketbook, containing just the necessity ( clothes, suntan lotion, respective swimwear, those books we've both been meaning to show, oh, and the baby oil, feather, handlock and other kickshaw 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 row, I don't blame him for stealing a lurk glance at your gorgeous, graceful eubstance, flowing golden, silky hair or amazing looks…but you do feel a flavour as my hand slaps your short-skirt covered ass. I'm trying to think of which two-piece you have on underneath your short denim skirt tight white shirt. I'll have to ascertain out as soon as possible. And the Driver comes to and block off 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 back of your neck and…flicking your earlobe again. And, as you sink into the plush, chill white leather seats in the spacious limo you see me raising up the divider between the driver and the rear, after handing the driver a 50 dollar mark bill. No…I don't want us to be bothered just yet. And, as we ease out of the airport onto the highway, the crystallization blue eternal ocean visible from the windows…you know neither of us will be seeing very much of the exterior view on our longer, scenic route to our vacation bungalow.
And, just as you're subsiding in, wiggling your pie-eyed fiddling jean-skirt covered ass into the diffuse, cool seat, thinking about taking a drink from the crystal glasses nearby and admiring the fresh cut Hawai'ian orchids and assorted sweetness at the four corners of the incredibly spacious unfold car, you notice that the storey of the vehicle has the slightest sum of money of padding…the entire floor. At the here and now you look over to me in the social movement, you barely have time to notice that I've already taken my shirt off and am stalking toward you on the ground…an almost ferine passionate lecherousness in my eyes for what I want most. If you didn't know me serious you might be scared of how threaten I look…you know that I'm going to take you right here…right now…on the level of this limo…I'm going to have you screaming and cumming and licking my cock as I have your wonderful wet succus drenched pussy in my lips. And then, clothed only in those pissed black bole almost like spandex over my ass you see my bare chest of drawers and abdominal cavity exposed…the veins running down my arms are more evident than usual…I'm burning with desire to give birth take my Naomi right here and now. Looking down past my pectus, slightly wet and moist with sweat, you notice one drop of sudor combine with suntan lotion slowly run down my abs…outlining each muscle…as that one driblet glistens that exclusive area and thins out…as it slowly reaches the top of my shorts. But, arched as I am, moving toward you like a ferine creature…that slim down droplet Cascade Mountains underneath the proboscis, down past my humbled abdomen to what you can't see but know is there ... my growing hard pulsating warm manhood.
I'm almost on you in the posterior of the limo when I wink and tell you,"Don't move, love."And now, you know, it's going to be a tenacious trip-up to our common soldier bungalow. That's rightfield, 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 unloose a raging orgasm…and, if you're a trade good young woman and act as the biz right…I'll let you cover me with the lube you know I have in my scoop. Then, if you're still playing by the rules, and only touching what I want you to bear on ... I'll be sucking, licking, lapping, stroking, massaging, fingering and fucking you to endless orgasm after climax after sexual climax, until your sassing, pussycat and ass are filled with my cum and my lubricate body and yours are squirting our passion juices over each other, making us glitter, completely covered and soaked in that precious bodily hump oil only the most passionate of lovers know.
"Now, Naomi, don't touch me,"I whisper as give you the slightest hint of a smirk and a wink. And, then, you see my inkiness torso begin to grow…my achingly hard and throbbing peter pushing against the material with its ever widening mushroom head and nine inch of warming and sperm-filling engorged 6 ½ inch girthed shaft. You know my cock aches for your wet inner walls…but not yet.
"number around."And you do…still seated on the seat…your ass in the air, the short jean wench riding up your hips exposing your now moist making love mound. But, you can't see anything except for the gorgeous horizon out the back windowpane. You feel just the heat from my warm work force as they drift past your waist to your tight lily-white lycra shirt that emphasizes your gorgeous sweet bosom and now vertical and protruding nipples. But I touch none of them…I merely graze the bleak top of your abdomen as I take the material in my finger tips and begin slowly raising it up…and slowly, taking a full minute as I let you sense the warmness of my fingertips slowly excite your bare pelt. My fingertips trace up the face of your bare abdominal cavity, and slowly to your chest, exposing your bare skin to the cool temperature inside the car…almost cool. Those slow moving tip then move around to the strawman 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 textile bunch up against your nipples and badger them. But, no longer…I then whisper in your ear, flicking my tongue against your lobe"limb up my making love"and you do…and your shirt is now off and I then rear up your halter-style Bikini top and remove it…now letting all my finger's breadth dance over your bosom and nipples…gently and barely applying the thin pinching pressure to them. With both your flower hackamore bikini top and shirt in hand, you don't see me fox them back toward the front of the limo. And your chest and abdominal cavity is scanty, your rattling fully upright nipples exposed for all to see as your skirt and bikini covered ass and snatch are raised in the air almost touching my stomach…your succus now freely running down your thigh. ( to be continued )
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