Hawaiian paradise

Hawaii : my favorite place but this sentence traveling alone as, at the survive mo, my girlfriend had an emergency at work…I was determined…now on the plane from San Francisco to Honolulu…During the flying there was turbulence and I had visual modality of John Mad Anthony Wayne piloting that old motored craft in the pic"The senior high school and the Mighty,"Phil Joel Chandler Harris complaining in the rear of the plane…the crew evaluating the"spot of no homecoming"and they were passed it now, ignoring the malediction of the decorous stewardess. They could accept turned back but forged ahead into the unknown.

As the primer coat crew chief had warned Wayne :"I said it to Orville and to Wilbur : It'll never get off the ground."But here we all were, in a fancy modern jet, the fuselage quivering, awakening me…then smoothing and I went back to dozing. It had been a farsighted day. I needed a vacation away from the turmoil of the office staff and my meddlesome boss who was always importuning me…the prettiest woman on the stave for :"dinner party ?"or"fondness a drink or two after workplace ?"or what he was really saying to me after patting my butt :"How about going to my seat to see my etchings, have a drink, strip down and fuck."How staring ! Exactly why I needed a vacation.

Our plane landed, we all were on the WikiWiki bus off for our luggage and me to my room at the Moana…a little time at the Banyon Court for a drink or two and then some serious…all along…sack time. The succeeding day I had hired a car for a private road to the former side of the island…away from the crowds of Waikiki…to the quiet shores near the Polynesian Cultural Center where there was niggling acculturation but muckle of people.

Not far past the nerve center was a wonderful tramp path among the fertile apple trees to the Sacred dip and Pool where I planned a peaceful and restful picnic. I had heard of this office from a aborigine of the islands some days past tense and this was my clip to explore and enjoy. I drove past the little settlement of Kaawa to a parking lot which was almost empty. I was dressed and equipped for the raise : A bet on mob with snacks and vino, of course, some wine…and my lean outfit…a short apparel and tennis shoes. That's all I needed, plus a blanket for a little nap at the twilight. I was on my way. No ordinary tourist was I and there were no holidaymaker here…they were all buying the souvenirs at the Cultural Center…a Latter-Day Saint enterprise. Try finding a friendly bar there ! It wasn't going to encounter. I brought my bar with me !

And up the hill I climbed which then leveled out for a gentle upgrade slowly to the falls, only a few miles. It began to rain and then stopped. I had my swim wooing under my little attire so I was prepared. Along the way I nodded at other hikers ascending and descending but few in numeral. It was repose and idyllic and dreamy…one could not want for more than paradise in Hawaii than this secluded hiking and the falls and pool ahead.

I wasn't far on the route when I could hear the buffeting water of the falls…my heart began to pound…with the cost increase and the charge of paradise awaiting me ahead. I trudged along."Have you been here before ?"a voice just behind me inquired. I didn't looking at but, a niggling breathlessly answered :"No, it's my first time up here."

Then :"There is a reasonableness why they call it Sacred Falls,"the vox said. I paused and looked to the reference of the voice. It was a openhanded Hawaiian man…you know the kind : an apparently chiseled bureau and body, a broad smiling with beautiful smile. He was younger than me and I wondered, ‘ is this a come on ?'I was awake because of my honcho I suppose and shouldn't have…we were just talking. But chatting led to other things so I was shy and coy and didn't answer.

But he said :"We Hawaiians… [ pronounced HaVaiians ] …find peace and tranquility at the nightfall, it is a native thing. The fact of the dusk in this removed place, the auditory sensation of the amnionic fluid, their cleansing nature…A religious experience."I smiled and believed I was going to have a spiritual experience…IF left alone. And I walked on, ahead of him, up some steep portions…him behind me and I was envisioning him walking behind, under my butt…looking up my curt dress at my butt…which was covered…a little…by my skimpy swim suit…but mentation of him watching my coxa, my fundament moving, undulating, was arousing me. Where was my girlfriend for a little protection just now ? Home attending to her damned emergency.

Just then I slipped on the wet path…down to where hands were holding me…on my backside but preventing a fall…those handwriting on my privates at an unexpected minute but fleetingly, then away after I had steadied myself. I turn and looked at him. He was close, holding me for seconds. I smiled."Thank you,"I said. He smiled back, nodding. A big, firm and soundless native. His arm were strong and muscled. I was such a tiny, slender matter. He could easily have caught me no issue how far I might cause fallen."You're very pretty,"he said. I just smiled and continued up the way. When he caught me my courtship had slipped up in my crotch. Now he was still behind me…should I adjust the suit or just let it be ? …I was getting aroused by the sentiment of being watched…admired ? … by the liberal aboriginal with the secure arms.

I mean, I'm attractive and appeal and he must also have been attracted to attractive me. It was lifelike and we were in heaven. I just let it be and carry on my wage hike. Let him expect and admire my embodiment and my chassis and my almost naked bottom. Then, DAMN, I slipped again on the path and fell once again into his arms…my bare skin on his brown flesh which was terribly tender on me. But this sentence I had seriously slipped and was totally in his limb, against his chest."I'm so sorry,"I said. He just smiled…our bodies against each other's…warm, enfolding, clutching…ever so briefly and yet…it was on my judgment and surely on his.

He put me down."The dip aren't far from here,"he said,"Be careful."“ Okay"is all the vivid answer I could create, my facial expression flush and didn't quite roll in the hay why but I was blushing. It wasn't more than a stern Admiralty mile and we were at the metrical foot of the declivity, Malus pumila trees abounding, I put down my mantle and sat to captivate my breath, putting aside my backpack.

He was standing near."Are you going into the puddle,"he asked."In a minute,"I said. He disrobed and now was in a skin tight suit."A bronze god,"I thought looking at him now and surely he was or could have been that. Indeed. I glanced at his legs, thighs, his pelvis, pectus, arms…the bulge in his suit…I caught my breath again ! Then he dived into the pool and swam to the human foot of the crepuscule letting water cleanse him…he swam back to where I was…"The water is so refreshing,"he said, reaching his hired hand to me…"Come on in…its poise and nice."I hesitated and then let him take in my hand. He pulled on me gently and I was in the body of water. My lithe consistency departure by his…our flesh touching slightly as I dived in. He was right. The water was poise and terrific. We swam together to the falls and splashed underneath.

Then I swam back to my cover. He lifted me up. Those substantial hands on my waist lifting me easily to where my blanket and lunch were. I climbed up…showing him my bottom again…why was I always displaying myself to him ? But that was what was happening…he pushed me slightly until I found my basis and then sat on my blanket."That was nice,"I said. He smiled.

"My figure is Carol."“ Percy, Sir Henry Percy Kinimaka."“ Thank you Percy."And then…since we knew each early now :"Would you like some of my lunch ?"“ Do you have got enough ?"he asked…"We'll find out…come and sit with me,"and he did. We must have looked like a cogitation in a still life : white skinned Haole girl/dark skinned tanned indigen man. Surely an artist would take us.

There were a few others at the free fall, two children and their family who splashed and played, I brought out the wine-coloured and the high mallow and bread…just enough for the two of us. The sun was in its descent…early afternoon. dolt me ! I had forgotten to work a bobfloat screw…how to spread out the wine-colored without a screw ? There was that word in my judgement here with a god at the falls…but I was"screwless."I looked at him in alarm."gift me the feeding bottle,"he said and laughed."I know what to do. Say a prayer and close your middle,"he laughed again. And I did so. A present moment later he took my hand and gave me the bottle, now open."How did you do that ?"I exclaimed…"Magic ! Don't you believe in magic trick ?"I laughed."But how ? …"

"I used my thumb,"he said."That is a very muscular pollex,"I remarked and we both laughed and drank from the bottle. Then cheese, bread, our piffling make-do sandwich and more than drinking from the bottle…the splashing of the water from the evenfall, the sky in the afternoon beginning to plough pink…I looked around…the baby and their families were gone…the two of us were very practically alone…I looked at Hotspur."This is why I come here at this time. For peace."heartsease, I thought, alone with a form of peace… or if I was a piece…if only there was a Koran of rhyme with Old Khayyam…but a loaf of dinero, a flask of wine here in the wild, with Percy…we shared the bottle…warming me in Shangri-la. The wine was almost gone.

"Can I enjoin you carol ?"I looked at Percy."I often come here but this is enchanting being alone here with you."That discussion in my head"‘ enchanted'…or ‘ enchanting.'I closed my eyes…truly…enchanting and a song came to me….Then Percy said :"I have a confession,"I looked at him questioning,"I come here so often in the afternoon, I have a cache just for an juncture like this."The sky was growing pink. Percy stood and dived in the pee. I watched his strong ramification and firm buttocks under his cause as he dived into the pool and disappeared under the spill. He was gone now to his ‘ cache'emerging in moments…a bottleful of wine lifted above his body, a gorgeous smile, swimming to me and beside me now…using his ovolo to give it, pushing the bobfloat inside…"surprisal !"he exclaimed and we were both laughing. I hugged him…"Just for instant like this ?"And shared the new bottle. Hugging again.

His torso was wet and slip and I rubbed his back…His deal were on mine, smoothing down my spine and I began to prickle. That intelligence :'enchanted.'I swallowed from his bottle, mine now empty…I kept him in a hug, his hands massaging my backbone and down my back.

I heard the words of Oscar Hammerstein II, and the singing of Blessed Virgin Martin or Mitzi Gaynor…they looked into the eyes of Ezio Pinza or Rossano Brazzi…And it was me Carol at the Sacred Falls looking into the eyes of him, Percy…smiling…Some Enchanted Evening….I will meet a stranger…thrills went down my back…his work force were down my back…my hands rubbing his binding and down…"Who can explicate it ? Who can tell apart you why ?"Those beautiful words of the song…and our hands on each other : who can excuse it ? Not the words but the smell, just now, in the Wilderness, in Paradise…the sacred falls…his hands on my back…I shouldn't…I wouldn't…but I was…I was hot…his terribly hot hands on me…stroking, stroking…I didn't know what would happen next but they did.

He stood, lifting me…we embraced…"Some enchanting evening"the sky was pink…he removed my top…my chest pressed against his nakedness…I pulled at his shorts and he peeled them off, he pushed my bottom of the inning down…we were two hot naked buff, our flesh meeting…he was stiff and hot on me…I reached down…he pulled us into the pool, beneath the piddle, our soundbox joining and up…kissing now…our tongues…our bodies..he lifted me to the shore and on my blanket. He was at the water edge. I heard the pounding of the crepuscule and he brought me to him…my legs around his nerve. I looked down and he smiled. He pulled me unaired to his smile, lifting my bottom on to his mouth. The knock-down thumb…now gentling me…so"ahhh"gentle on my pussy backtalk, massaging. I closed my eyes. This jinx evening.

My dead body was his…we were wet…I was wet…not from the body of water and his tongue anointed my wet body…insinuating him into me…I lifted and spasmed to his ablutions and that magical thumb…my hands were on his head…feeling his ears…and the motion of his knife, bringing me to an edge.

I could feel him coming out of the pocket billiards now hovering over my eubstance. He kissed me…both of us kissing…his buckram shaft at me, touching me, searching for its home…I reached down to position him…he said"No… let slight Percy feel you all by himself."Little Percy, indeed…I had felt the'little"guy ! I didn't want to wait but removed my grip on his vast stiff cock…I felt him searching for my aching body…I was so ready for this…needed this…needed to release.

Then I felt his peter at me…spreading my lips…slowly…he was such a specimen…this beautiful man and ‘ footling ‘ small, huge, soused Percy…I lifted for him…meeting him…wanting this…on my enamor eve with a alien a beautiful stranger…"Oh !"I didn't have to wait any longer…he was inside and deep and urgent and again…I lifted again to have all of him into my body,"milk me Man !"Please fuck me deep and take me…"I was gasping now, again and again as he was thrusting and then frantically…pausing, tensing…giving me of himself…then lying on me as I released in orgasm…the falls pounding in my spike as ‘ little Walker Percy ‘ was pounding my cunt…then quieting me, smoothing me down with gentle kisses. I hugged him tight not wanting him to go away me but feeling him go soft, slipping out and we laid, English by side.

He poured a lilliputian wine between my rim, bringing me to life story and kissed me…it was so sweet…My Enchanted Evening…when I met a stranger…in Paradise…smoothing my body and a last tactile property on me where I was still hot…

At abode my girlfriend asked :"Have a good time ?"I just laughed and said :"You will never know ! ”