Hawaiian Paradise

Hawaii Island : my favorite blank space but this time traveling alone as, at the close mo, my girlfriend had an pinch at work…I was determined…now on the plane from San Francisco to Honolulu…During the flight there was turbulency and I had sight of John Wayne piloting that old motored craft in the movie"The senior high school and the Mighty,"Phil Sir Arthur Travers Harris complaining in the rear of the plane…the gang evaluating the"decimal point of no comeback"and they were passed it now, ignoring the imprecations of the becoming stewardess. They could give birth turned back but invent ahead into the unknown.

As the priming work party 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 image innovative jet, the fuselage quivering, awakening me…then smoothing and I went back to dozing. It had been a long day. I needed a vacation away from the hullabaloo of the office and my officious boss who was always importuning me…the prettiest woman on the staff for :"dinner party ?"or"Fancy a drinkable or two after work ?"or what he was really saying to me after patting my tail end :"How about going to my office to see my engraving, have a drink, strip down and fuck."How stark ! Exactly why I needed a vacation.

Our plane landed, we all were on the WikiWiki bus off for our baggage and me to my way at the Moana…a piddling fourth dimension at the Banyon court of justice for a potable or two and then some serious…all along…sack time. The future day I had hired a car for a thrust to the other face of the island…away from the crowds of Waikiki…to the quiet shores near the Malayo-Polynesian Cultural nub where there was little culture but circumstances of people.

Not far past the center of attention was a wonderful hiking path among the fertile apple Tree to the Sacred autumn and Pool where I planned a peaceful and restful pushover. I had heard of this place from a aborigine of the islands some years past and this was my time to explore and enjoy. I drove past the small village of Kaawa to a parking lot which was almost abandon. I was dressed and equipped for the hike : A back ingroup with snacks and wine, of grade, some wine…and my lean outfit…a myopic frock and tennis shoes. That's all I needed, plus a cover for a short nap at the free fall. I was on my way. No ordinary tourer was I and there were no tourer here…they were all buying the token at the Cultural Center…a Mormon endeavour. Try finding a friendly bar there ! It wasn't going to go on. I brought my bar with me !

And up the hill I climbed which then leveled out for a gentle climb slowly to the spill, only a few miles. It began to rain and then stopped. I had my swimming causa under my little wearing apparel so I was prepared. Along the way I nodded at other tramp ascending and descending but few in number. It was quiet and idyllic and dreamy…one could not desire for Sir Thomas More paradise in Hawaii than this secluded cost increase and the free fall and puddle ahead.

I wasn't far on the path when I could pick up the pound water of the falls…my warmness began to pound…with the hike and the kick of nirvana awaiting me ahead. I trudged along."Have you been here before ?"a voice just behind me enquire. I didn't look but, a petty breathlessly answered :"No, it's my starting time time up here."

Then :"There is a reason why they call it Sacred Falls,"the voice said. I paused and looked to the source of the voice. It was a handsome Hawaiian man…you know the kind : an apparently chiseled chest and torso, a extensive smile with beautiful smiling. He was jr. than me and I wondered, ‘ is this a come on ?'I was alarum because of my party boss I suppose and shouldn't have…we were just talking. But chatting led to other matter so I was shy and coy and didn't answer.

But he said :"We Hawaiians… [ pronounced HaVaiians ] …find peace and tranquility at the declination, it is a aboriginal matter. The fact of the autumn in this outback place, the sounds of the waters, their cleansing nature…A religious experience."I smiled and believed I was going to give a religious 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 short dress at my butt…which was covered…a little…by my skimpy swim suit…but thinking of him watching my hips, my buttocks moving, undulating, was arousing me. Where was my girlfriend for a small protective covering just now ? Home attending to her damnably emergency.

Just then I slipped on the wet path…down to where deal were holding me…on my can but preventing a fall…those mitt on my common soldier at an unexpected moment but fleetingly, then away after I had steadied myself. I turn and looked at him. He was ending, holding me for instant. I smiled."Thank you,"I said. He smiled back, nodding. A big, strong and mute aborigine. His arms were strong and muscled. I was such a tiny, slender thing. He could easily sustain caught me no topic how far I might take fallen."You're very pretty,"he said. I just smiled and continued up the way of life. When he caught me my suit 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 thought of being watched…admired ? … by the fine-looking native with the solid arms.

I mean, I'm attractive and attracted and he must also ingest been attracted to attractive me. It was rude and we were in Paradise. I just let it be and continued my hike. Let him look and look up to my conformation and my form and my almost au naturel tail end. Then, DAMN, I slipped again on the route and fell once again into his arms…my bare pelt on his brown flesh which was terribly warm on me. But this prison term I had seriously slipped and was totally in his arms, against his chest."I'm so drear,"I said. He just smiled…our bodies against each early's…warm, enfolding, clutching…ever so in short and yet…it was on my intellect and surely on his.

He put me down."The pin aren't far from here,"he said,"Be careful."“ Okay"is all the magnificent reply I could throw, my face flush and didn't quite know why but I was blushing. It wasn't more than a quarter nautical mile and we were at the base of the falls, apple Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree abounding, I put down my cover and sat to catch my breath, putting aside my knapsack.

He was standing near."Are you going into the pocket billiards,"he asked."In a mo,"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 pegleg, thighs, his hips, chest, arms…the bulge in his suit…I caught my breathing spell again ! Then he dived into the consortium and swam to the base of the crepuscle letting amniotic fluid cleanse him…he swam back to where I was…"The water is so freshen up,"he said, reaching his helping hand to me…"come on in…its cool and nice."I hesitated and then let him take my helping hand. He pulled on me gently and I was in the water. My lithesome body passing by his…our frame touching slightly as I dived in. He was right. The water was sang-froid and wondrous. We swam together to the falls and splashed underneath.

Then I swam back to my cover. He lifted me up. Those strong workforce 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 footing and then sat on my mantle."That was nice,"I said. He smiled.

"My name is Carol."“ Percy, Percy Kinimaka."“ Thank you Percy."And then…since we knew each other now :"Would you like some of my lunch ?"“ Do you sustain enough ?"he asked…"We'll find out…come and sit with me,"and he did. We must have looked like a study in a still lifespan : white skinned Haole girl/dark skinned bronze native man. Surely an creative person would study us.

There were a few others at the nightfall, two children and their kin who splashed and played, I brought out the wine-coloured and the cheese and bread…just enough for the two of us. The sun was in its descent…early afternoon. Stupid me ! I had forgotten to bring a bobber screw…how to open the wine without a screw ? There was that word in my mind here with a god at the falls…but I was"screwless."I looked at him in dismay."give way me the bottle,"he said and laughed."I know what to do. Say a prayer and close up your eyes,"he laughed again. And I did so. A moment later he took my paw and gave me the bottle, now outdoors."How did you do that ?"I exclaimed…"illusion ! Don't you believe in Magic ?"I laughed."But how ? …"

"I used my quarter round,"he said."That is a very powerful thumb,"I remarked and we both laughed and drank from the bottle. Then high mallow, bread, our little makeshift sandwich and more imbibing from the bottle…the spatter of the water system from the falls, the sky in the good afternoon beginning to turn pink…I looked around…the kid and their families were gone…the two of us were very much alone…I looked at Walker Percy."This is why I come here at this time. For peace."peacefulness, I thought, alone with a form of peace… or if I was a piece…if only there was a book of poesy with Old Khayyam…but a loaf of loot, a flask of vino here in the wilderness, with Percy…we shared the bottle…warming me in Paradise. The wine was almost gone.

"Can I recite you Carol ?"I looked at Sir Henry Percy."I often come here but this is enchanting being alone here with you."That word in my promontory"‘ 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 good afternoon, I have a cache just for an affair like this."The sky was growing pink. Percy stood and dived in the water. I watched his stiff wooden leg and firm buttocks under his lawsuit as he dived into the consortium and disappeared under the falls. He was gone now to his ‘ cache'emerging in moments…a bottle of wine lifted above his body, a gorgeous smile, swimming to me and beside me now…using his pollex to spread it, pushing the cork inside…"surprisal !"he exclaimed and we were both laughing. I hugged him…"Just for moments like this ?"And shared the new bottleful. Hugging again.

His body was wet and tricky and I rubbed his back…His hands were on mine, smoothing down my spur and I began to tingle. That password :'enchanted.'I swallowed from his bottle, mine now empty…I kept him in a hug, his hands massaging my spinal column and down my back.

I heard the words of Academy Award Hammerstein II, and the singing of Madonna Martin or Mitzi Gaynor…they looked into the middle of Ezio Pinza or Rossano Brazzi…And it was me carol at the Sacred Falls looking into the optic of him, Percy…smiling…Some Enchanted Evening….I will fill a stranger…thrills went down my back…his hands were down my back…my hands rubbing his binding and down…"Who can excuse it ? Who can tell you why ?"Those beautiful Word of God of the song…and our hired hand on each other : who can explain it ? Not the words but the feelings, just now, in the wilderness, in Paradise…the sacred falls…his manus 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 eve"the sky was pink…he removed my top…my breasts pressed against his nakedness…I pulled at his drawers and he peeled them off, he pushed my bottomland down…we were two hot naked devotee, our figure meeting…he was stiff and hot on me…I reached down…he pulled us into the puddle, beneath the piss, our bodies joining and up…kissing now…our tongues…our bodies..he lifted me to the shore and on my blanket. He was at the waters edge. I heard the pounding of the falls and he brought me to him…my legs around his typeface. I looked down and he smiled. He pulled me closer to his smile, lifting my bottom of the inning on to his mouth. The potent thumb…now gentling me…so"ahhh"gentle on my snatch lips, massaging. I closed my optic. This trance evening.

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

I could feel him coming out of the pool now hovering over my body. He kissed me…both of us kissing…his stiff hammer at me, touching me, searching for its home…I reached down to locating him…he said"No… let fiddling Harry Hotspur find you all by himself."Little Percy, indeed…I had felt the'slight"guy ! I didn't want to wait but move out my grip on his huge stiff cock…I felt him searching for my aching body…I was so quick for this…needed this…needed to release.

Then I felt his cock at me…spreading my lips…slowly…he was such a specimen…this beautiful man and ‘ little ‘ modest, huge, stiff Percy…I lifted for him…meeting him…wanting this…on my enchanted evening with a alien a beautiful stranger…"Oh !"I didn't have to wait any longer…he was inside and late and urgent and again…I lifted again to convey all of him into my body,"Milk me Man !"Please fuck me trench 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 ears as ‘ little Hotspur ‘ was pounding my cunt…then quieting me, smoothing me down with gentle kisses. I hugged him tight not wanting him to exit me but feeling him go cushy, slipping out and we laid, slope by side.

He poured a small wine between my rim, bringing me to life sentence and kissed me…it was so sweet…My Enchanted Evening…when I met a stranger…in Paradise…smoothing my body and a end feel on me where I was still hot…

At home my lady friend asked :"Have a practiced time ?"I just laughed and said :"You will never get it on ! ”