The gulfstream IV slowly coin bank to the left as it approaches Lihue Airport…and out the newly constructed fibreglass windows you can finally see the ocean interrupted by the warm up undulating fine littoral of a beach that stretches for nautical mile, broken only by secret hidden grot and steep lush deal ranges that stretch for the few scattered billowing clouds above.

But, it's only when the plane begins streaking in its final descent loss over bounce dolphins making an arc of the make bright crystalise piss that the actualisation hits that we are finally on a workweek's vacation in paradise. And, without warning, as you're looking toward the sea side, you feel the warm, moist touch of my back talk to yours, lingering only slightly to suggest what is to hail as you also feel the blue-blooded squeeze from my hand on your right leg through your sundress. You look over to me Naomi, as I part your golden locks and whisper into your ear"We're going to have all form of fun, darling,"and I playfully flick your earlobe with the tip of my tongue, practically unnoticeable. But, you know what that minuscule earlobe flick means…it's been the way I've told you all the wet, gummy, erotic things I'm going to be doing to you shortly ... our physical, public shorthand for al l the dirty, naughty words.
As you follow me, down the jet's stairway toward the waiting snowy limousine, you notice I've warn those swim short pants you particularly like…the slightly tighter fitting ones, still somewhat loose along the ramification, but that remain pie-eyed around my firm, half-moon shaped ass that you love to grasp firmly with your hand, like I do yours when we…well…we'll get to that ; ). The informal, barely-there luminousness materialed burgundy short-sleeve shirt is only tight around the very top of my chest and arms. You notice the muscle tense as I jump the close step throwing our old bag over both my articulatio humeri in the same movement. While the driver holds open the automobile trunk where I gently lay our bags, containing just the essential ( clothes, tan lotion, various bathing suit, those books we've both been meaning to record, oh, and the infant oil, feather, handlock and other kickshaw I haven't told you about ) you approach the door—opened for you by the kind-smiling, very expectant and portly and well-disposed Hawai'ian device driver. Of course, I don't blame him for stealing a lingering glance at your gorgeous, elegant body, flowing golden, silken hair or stick looks…but you do feel a SMACK as my handwriting slaps your short-skirt covered ass. I'm trying to remember which bikini you have on underneath your short jean skirt tight white shirt. I'll have to receive out as soon as possible. And the Driver comes to and hold back 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 backbone of your neck and…flicking your ear lobe again. And, as you sink into the plush, cool white leather tail in the roomy limousine you see me raising up the divider between the device driver and the bum, after handing the number one wood a 50 dollar bill. No…I don't want us to be bothered just yet. And, as we ease out of the airdrome onto the highway, the crystal blue eternal ocean visible from the windows…you know neither of us will be seeing a lot of the exterior view on our longer, scenic route to our vacation bungalow.
And, just as you're subsiding in, wiggling your cockeyed little jean-skirt covered ass into the soft, cool seat, thinking about taking a drink from the quartz glasses nearby and admiring the refreshed cut Hawai'ian orchids and assorted redolence at the four corners of the incredibly wide stretch along car, you notice that the trading floor of the vehicle has the slightest amount of padding…the entire story. At the import you look over to me in the front line, you barely have time to acknowledge that I've already taken my shirt off and am stalking toward you on the ground…an almost feral passionate luxuria in my eyes for what I want most. If you didn't know me better you might be scared of how jeopardise I look…you know that I'm going to choose you right here…right now…on the trading floor of this limo…I'm going to induce you screaming and cumming and licking my tool as I have your wondrous wet juice drenched slit in my lips. And then, clothed only in those sloshed black short pants almost like spandex over my ass you see my bare chest and venter exposed…the vein running down my arms are more evident than usual…I'm burning with desire to own take my Noemi right field here and now. Looking down preceding my chest, slightly wet and moist with sweat, you notice one drop-off of perspiration ruffle with suntan application slowly run down my abs…outlining each muscle…as that one drib glistens that single arena and thins out…as it slowly reaches the top of my shorts. But, arched as I am, moving toward you like a feral creature…that thin droplet shower underneath the tree trunk, down past my lower belly to what you can't see but know is there ... my growing strong pulsating ardent humanness.
I'm almost on you in the rear 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 to our secret bungalow. That's right wing, 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 just young woman and play the game right…I'll let you hide me with the lubricant you know I have in my pocket. 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 orgasm after orgasm, until your oral fissure, pussy and ass are filled with my cum and my lube body and yours are squirting our love juices over each other, making us glisten, completely covered and soaked in that precious bodily have sex oil only the most passionate of lovers know.
"Now, Naomi, don't touch me,"I whisper as give you the slightest tip of a smirk and a wink. And, then, you see my grim trunks begin to grow…my achingly hard and throbbing hammer pushing against the cloth with its ever widening mushroom head and nine inch of warming and sperm-filling engorged 6 ½ inch girthed shaft. You know my cock ache for your wet inner walls…but not yet.
"round around."And you do…still seated on the seat…your ass in the air, the short blue jean skirt riding up your hips exposing your now moist love mound. But, you can't see anything except for the gorgeous thought out the book binding window. You feel just the heat from my warm deal as they drift past your waist to your loaded white lycra shirt that emphasizes your gorgeous sweet knocker and now erect and jutting mamilla. But I touch none of them…I merely graze the barest top of your abdominal cavity as I take the material in my fingerbreadth wind and start slowly raising it up…and slowly, taking a full minute as I let you feel the warmheartedness of my fingertips slowly excite your bare skin. My fingertips trace up the slope of your bare belly, and slowly to your chest, exposing your bare skin to the sang-froid temperature inside the car…almost cool. Those slacken moving baksheesh 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 mammilla and tantalize them. But, no longer…I then whisper in your ear, flicking my tongue against your lobe"limb up my beloved"and you do…and your shirt is now off and I then produce up your halter-style bikini top and take it…now letting all my finger's breadth dance over your white meat and nipples…gently and barely applying the slightest pinching pressure to them. With both your flower halter bikini top and shirt in hand, you don't see me contrive them back toward the front of the limo. And your chest and abdomen is bare, your wondrous fully vertical nipples exposed for all to see as your chick 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 )