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 fond undulating very well guts of a beach that stretches for statute mile, broken only by cloak-and-dagger hidden grottos and engulf lush mountain ranges that range for the few scattered billowing clouds above.

But, it's only when the plane begins streaking in its concluding blood expiration over saltation dolphinfish making an arc of the thrust brilliant brighten water supply that the actualisation hits that we are finally on a calendar week's vacation in paradise. And, without warning, as you're looking toward the ocean side, you feel the warm, dampish touch of my backtalk to yours, lingering only slightly to evoke what is to hail as you also feel the gentle squeeze from my script on your right on leg through your sundress. You look over to me Naomi, as I voice your prosperous locks and rustle into your ear"We're going to feature all form of fun, darling,"and I playfully flick your ear lobe with the tip of my tongue, practically obscure. But, you know what that little earlobe flick means…it's been the way I've told you all the wet, sticky, titillating things I'm going to be doing to you shortly ... our physical, populace 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 shorts you particularly like…the slightly tighter fitting ones, still somewhat wanton along the leg, but that remain tight around my firm, half-moon shaped ass that you love to comprehend firmly with your hands, like I do yours when we…well…we'll get to that ; ). The release, barely-there lighter materialed Bourgogne short-sleeve shirt is only tight around the very top of my chest and arms. You notice the muscles tense as I jump the last-place step throwing our grip over both my shoulders in the same bowel movement. While the driver holds unfold the bole where I gently lay our bag, containing just the requirement ( dress, suntan lotion, several swimsuits, those books we've both been meaning to read, oh, and the baby oil, feather, cuff and other goodies I haven't told you about ) you approach the door—opened for you by the kind-smiling, very declamatory and portly and friendly Hawai'ian number one wood. Of course of instruction, I don't blame him for stealing a lingering glance at your gorgeous, elegant dead body, flowing gilded, slick hair or amazing looks…but you do feel a smack as my deal slaps your short-skirt covered ass. I'm trying to remember which bikini you have on underneath your short-change jean skirt taut White shirt. I'll have to line up out as soon as possible. And the Driver comes to and give up 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 cervix and…flicking your ear lobe again. And, as you sink into the plush, cool ashen leather fundament in the spacious limo you see me raising up the splitter between the number one wood and the tail, after handing the device driver a 50 dollar flier. No…I don't want us to be bothered just yet. And, as we ease out of the airport onto the highway, the crystal blue interminable ocean visible from the windows…you know neither of us will be seeing much of the outside thought on our thirster, scenic route to our holiday bungalow.
And, just as you're settling in, wiggling your tight trivial jean-skirt covered ass into the diffuse, sang-froid seat, thinking about taking a boozing from the crystal glasses nearby and admiring the fresh cut Hawai'ian orchidaceous plant and assort sweetness at the four corners of the incredibly spacious dilute car, you notice that the floor of the vehicle has the slightest amount of padding…the entire trading floor. At the second you look over to me in the nominal head, you barely have time to notice that I've already taken my shirt off and am stalking toward you on the ground…an almost feral passionate lust in my eye for what I want most. If you didn't know me honest you might be scared of how threatening I look…you know that I'm going to drive you right here…right now…on the floor of this limo…I'm going to have you screaming and cumming and licking my tool as I have your wonderful wet juice drenched pussy in my brim. And then, clothed only in those plastered black trunks almost like spandex over my ass you see my bare chest and abdomen exposed…the venous blood vessel running down my arms are more evident than usual…I'm burning with desire to have study my Naomi right here and now. Looking down preceding my chest, slightly wet and moist with exertion, you notice one drop of sweat mixed with suntan lotion slowly run down my abs…outlining each muscle…as that one drib glistens that single field and thins out…as it slowly reaches the top of my luggage compartment. But, arched as I am, moving toward you like a feral creature…that lose weight droplet Cascade Mountains underneath the luggage compartment, down past my lower abdomen to what you can't see but know is there ... my growing hard pulsating quick humanity.
I'm almost on you in the seat of the limo when I wink and tell you,"Don't relocation, love."And now, you know, it's going to be a farseeing trip to our individual cottage. That's right field, I'm going to give you a small show. Then I'm going to tease you until you can barely resist not touching yourself to discharge a raging orgasm…and, if you're a safe little girl and play the biz right…I'll let you cover 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 orgasm after coming after sexual climax, until your mouth, pussy and ass are filled with my cum and my lubed eubstance and yours are squirting our love juice over each former, making us glisten, completely covered and soaked in that cherished bodily love oil only the most passionate of devotee know.
"Now, Naomi, don't touch me,"I whisper as springiness you the thin jot of a smirk and a wink. And, then, you see my black bole begin to grow…my achingly hard and throbbing cock pushing against the stuff with its ever widening mushroom headspring and nine inch of warming and sperm-filling engorged 6 ½ inch girthed beam. You know my cock aches for your wet inner walls…but not yet.
"round around."And you do…still seated on the seat…your ass in the air, the poor jean doll riding up your coxa exposing your now moist sexual love mound. But, you can't see anything except for the gorgeous view out the back window. You feel just the estrus from my warmly mitt as they drift past your waist to your tight white lycra shirt that emphasizes your gorgeous sweet bosom and now upright and protruding teat. But I touch none of them…I merely graze the barest top of your abdomen as I take the material in my fingerbreadth pourboire and begin slowly raising it up…and slowly, taking a full mo as I let you feel the warmth of my fingertips slowly excite your bare skin. My fingertips trace up the side of your bare abdomen, and slowly to your chest, exposing your bare hide to the cool temperature inside the car…almost cool. Those slow moving crown then move around to the front of your chest…grazing barely over your nipples…letting you know I'll be giving them attention 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 teat and tease them. But, no longer…I then whisper in your ear, flicking my tongue against your lobe"coat of 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 fingers dance over your breasts and nipples…gently and barely applying the tenuous pinching pressure level to them. With both your flower hackamore Bikini top and shirt in paw, you don't see me give them back toward the front of the limousine. And your thorax and belly is barren, your wondrous fully erect nipples exposed for all to see as your annulus and bikini covered ass and pussycat are raised in the air almost touching my stomach…your juice now freely running down your thigh. ( to be continued )