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The night air that surrounded her was redolent of the moisture of the sea. She could hear the gentle lap of the ocean against the soft, nearly white sand of the beach upon which she was standing alone, so late at night. The sky had been a clear, midnight blue, lit by God's lanterns when I had first come outside. But slowly, clouds had come over the green mountains behind her, and she could tell that their would probably soon be even more "moisture" than that from just the sea. Even now, I am not sure when it all began, my love affair with the sea. I think of the ocean, and I feel entranced by it, mesmerized by its never-ending dance with the shores of the world. If only I could fly, I would fly over the never-ending ocean waves, letting the restless winds blow me here and there, wherever their whims take me. But I am alone, on the white sandy beach in Hawaii. Land of my dreams. I didn't realize that my love of Hawaii was born in me. I learned long after my father's death, that this had been his favorite place also. He had visited here, as so many other soldiers had during World War II. And somehow, I had fallen in love with the land, before I even really knew what it was. To me, it was a faraway land, surrounded by water. Which to me, having lived in a land-locked area all my life, was totally alien. Perhaps that is part of the attraction. Who knows? I was dressed in my silken "present" to myself. While out shopping, I had splurged on a huge silken hand-painted scarf. I had been given instructions on how to tie it so it could be worn as short dress, as 'pareu' is what it is usually called. It had taken a good deal of nerve on my part to even step outside my room with this on. But here I was, at nearly 1 AM walking along the beach in Hawaii; listening to the restless song the sea was playing tonight, and wondering just what the future might hold for me.
The silk on my skin, which I had freshly shaved in the shower, was a truly intoxicating and sensual experience. Combined with the warm breeze, the wet scent of the air surrounding me, and the waves lapping at my feet, was making me feel like someone else, like another woman. Someone who was different from the 'usual' me. Someone, who was more adventurous, more open to new experiences, more everything. The moon was being elusive as the clouds moved in faster and denser. I could feel that the breeze had picked up quite a bit since I had first left the shelter of ground floor hotel room. It had cost more to be on the ocean, and to be on the ground floor, but this was a once in a life time experience, in her opinion. The hotel was secluded, as was the beach upon which she was now walking. The sunset had been magnificent. The sky had been washed in shades of blue, to lavender, to orange, red, and finally sliding into a beautiful midnight blue shade of night. She had wandered back into the dining room, and had a quiet dinner alone. The attractive Hawaiian waiters had been quite attentive, as they had been all week long. She was quiet, polite, didn't cause trouble, and was a good tipper. She was the perfect guest; nearly invisible she had joked to herself earlier. Perhaps that is what had helped her decide to be a bit bold tonight, even if she was alone, and there was no one to see her. She swung her sandals from one hand, the other hand occasionally going up to smooth back her shoulder length hair which the teasing wind kept blowing about into total disarray. She finally laughed at the uselessness, and swung her head about in the wind. Let the wind do its worse, she told herself. And continued walking. She was a good distance from the hotel by now, and she could no longer hear the jazz band that had been playing in the beach bar. She had stopped there for one drink, a cute one with way too much rum, but she liked drinking the silly looking island drinks, with their fruit and decorations. She had never been much of a drinker anyway; it tended to go straight to her head. Once, she had gotten sauced on eating just the "fruit" in the wine cooler, and then she had got herself laughing so hard she fell off the sofa. One drink was her limit, for sure. It was so tempting to wade out into the sea. It's waves kept dancing up over her feet, hiding her coral tinted toenails with a fresh wash of sand and sea every few moments. Finally, she decided. She took a quick glance around; she saw some rocks, a few palm trees, but no people. She doubted there were very many people out this late, let alone so far from the hotel. She flung her shoes backwards, up the beach. Then, she took a few steps out into the warm water. She stopped when the waves reached her knees. She felt the waves trying to lift her somewhat with each onslaught, and could feel her feet slip and slide a bit in the wasting away sand with each step. It would be so easy to just go a bit further, and float in the water. But the high cost of the hand-painted scarf made her pause. The salt water would probably ruin it, and it was so pretty. Finally though, her hands moved to the knot behind her neck. She untied it slowly, then pulled the ends forward, over her shoulders. The scarf began to loosen, when she heard a noise behind her.
She spun rapidly in the water, and then saw what she had not seen before. A man was seated on the rocks, and now he was smoking a cigarette. She could see the bright orange flare as he inhaled deeply. She also knew that the sound she had heard had been his clearing of his throat. If he had not done so, she would have been nearly naked in about 20 seconds. She stared at his darkened figure for several long moments; the silence stretched almost endlessly it seemed. Finally, he crushed out his cigarette, stood and walked over to her. He paused to pick up her sandals on the way. He stopped just shy of the water's edge. She could see that he had rolled up his dress pants, and was carrying his own shoes. He wore a suit jacket, but his silk tie was loose around his neck, and his white shirt gleamed in the dim light, and it was more than halfway unbuttoned down his chest. His brown eyes gazed into her green ones. He took in her pale skin, her red hair wildly tangled about her face, and softly rounded body, that he could tell was pretty much naked beneath her silk 'scarf-dress.' "I'm sorry for disturbing your peace and quiet, but I really felt that now was a better time to let you know you weren't alone, than in two minutes." A smile curved his sensual mouth.
She had to laugh at the truth of his words, even though she was embarrassed. She never did things like this, and to be caught at it, was almost too much. But as if he could read her mind, he told her, "Please don't be embarrassed. It is my fault. I should have let you know I was there when you first arrived." He held out her sandals, then both laughed as she realized she was still holding the scarf ends. She quickly retied her scarf, then took her sandals. She stood next to him in the sand, realizing that he was really rather tall, at least 6 feet. Which to her 5 feet and 2 inches seemed quite tall. She thanked him, then turned to head back to the hotel. "Please, don't leave on my account," his soft words stopped her. He spoke her name. She started in surprise that he should know who she was. She had seen him off and on over the last week. Always from a distance, he had usually been in a suit, with a briefcase in hand, talking to several Japanese men occasionally. It had all looked very business-like, and rather "monied." She had speculated that he had been trying to convince the Japanese to invest in his company maybe? And one time, she had seen him in the pool. If it was possible, she had drooled when he had pulled his tanned body up from the pool, and the water had sluiced off his muscles, gleaming in the bright sunlight. Oh yes, she had noticed him. "How do you know my name?" she asked. She knew his name; she had asked one of her friendly waiter friends. But whoever thought he might have known her name.
He paused, and then laughed ruefully. "The other day at the pool, I saw you talking to one of the waiter's off and on for awhile. After you left, I offered him a bribe to tell me your name."
She was more than a bit surprised, and flattered, and a bit alarmed. After all, he was a stranger, and she suddenly became aware of the isolation she had self-imposed upon herself. She gasped, and took a startled few steps away. But his next words stopped her retreat.
"I didn't mean to alarm you. I promise I'm not a masher, nor a pervert. I'm alone here, and I noticed you a few days ago. And I also noticed that I never saw you with anyone."
He motioned with his hand that they retreat back up the beach a bit. He then took his jacket off and spread it on the sand. He gallantly offered his hand to her. She couldn't resist. He was so kind, so gentlemanly. God, she thought to herself, this can't be happening to me!
After a few moments of enjoying the silence, he asked her how much longer she was going to be there. A month she told him, this was the vacation of a lifetime. She confided to him that her mother had died recently, after a prolonged illness, and it had taken more than a year to settle everything. She had decided that she needed to get away. So, she had begged a leave of absence from her job, and had taken her inheritance from her mother, and was blowing it on Hawaii. He laughed, saying that it seemed the perfect thing to do to him. He was sure her mother would have wanted her to enjoy herself. She agreed that that was partly why she had found it so easy to spend so much money in the end. She asked him then if he was there on vacation also. She wasn't surprised when he said no, it was mostly business, up until today. He had concluded his business with his Japanese partners earlier today. And now he was on vacation. He had planned to stay just a few more days, but he might change his mind he finally confided to her.
They talked in the silence of the night, with only the wind to listen to their confessions, for over an hour. It was just starting to sprinkle, when he said they had better head back. They started running, when the heavens let loose with a torrential downpour. The lovely thing about rain in Hawaii though is that it is warm. Even at night, the rain is warm. They came upon his bungalow first. He grabbed her hand and pulled her onto his patio, under the roof's overhang. They both were still laughing from the exhilaration of their run in the rain. He asked her to come in, to get out of the rain. Then he would walk her back the rest of the way. She paused for an infinitesimal second, then nodded her wet head in agreement.
Once inside, he flipped on the light. Instantly, he became aware of the way her body was revealed, not concealed, by the soaking wet white scarf. She could feel her nipples starting into tight, hard, aroused peaks of desire as his brown eyes gazed on her full breasts. They both shifted restlessly, and he hurriedly turned away. He returned a few seconds later, with several towels, and a large white hotel robe for her to slip on. He offered her the bathroom.
She stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, listening to his sounds as he moved about the bungalow. She looked at her naked body in the foggy mirror. She had taken a quick hot shower, at his suggestion, to fight off the oncoming chill from the rain bath they had experienced. Her breasts were quite full, and round and her nipples were pink and hard little buds of anticipation. She was far from experienced in these kinds of things. She wasn't even sure he was attracted to her. Sure, he had found out her name, but he hadn't sought her out. They had met by accident, and now he felt compelled to be polite since she had ended up as a drowned rat on his doorstep. She finally scraped her hair back off her forehead, and pulled on the white robe. It covered her from shoulder to ankle. She took one last look in the mirror. Nope, she thought, she didn't think looking like that she was going to arouse anything least bit passionate in the handsome, intriguing man she had met on the beach in the moonlight.
He glanced up from the hearth where he had just built a fire. He smiled. She gasped. He had removed his shirt, and his tanned, hairless chest was quite impressive. He invited her to have a seat while he got warmed up himself. She curled up on the large sofa, telling herself to relax. He had been nothing but polite since they had met. Then she laughed ruefully at herself. Maybe that was the problem; she didn't want him to act the polite gentleman. It was nearly ten minutes later that he rejoined her. He was dressed in a matching white terry cloth hotel robe. He smiled at and held out a brandy snifter to her. She considered telling him that she had no head for alcohol, but her lips stayed shut, except to sip the delicious liquor.
They sat in a comfortable silence, sipping the warming drinks for several long moments. In the silence, you could still here the rain pounding down. He watched her in silence, as she gazed into the leaping orange and yellow flames.
"I hope you didn't mind my starting the fire."
"No, I love a fire," she quickly replied, smiling over at him. Then she laughingly told him about her feeble attempts at starting a fire when she worked one summer as a Girl Scout Camp Counselor. He laughed just as hard as she did, when she described her knocking the spiders off the walls and ceilings of her tent each night, with her tennis shoe. But she had told him, she was no pushover, she had made her little campers take care of their own spiders. The laughter relaxed the slight tension in the room, and they again began talking as easily as they had earlier on the beach. It seemed quite natural when he reached out to smooth the drying red hair back behind her ear. It also seemed very natural that her cheek curved into his hand that stayed to caress her soft, flushed cheek. And it was more than natural that he leaned forward halfway and she the other half, and their lips met in a first kiss. A soft kiss, that questioned, wondered, explored, tasted, then finally retreated a hair's breadth away, and then resumed with a passionate intensity that overwhelmed them both so easily. His eager mouth consumed hers with heated kiss after heated, soul-searching kiss. When his hand gently moved her robe aside, she adjusted her body to accommodate his cupping hand. Her breast filled his eager palm as his fingers teased her hardening nipple. He played with her nipple, flicking her sensitive flesh, squeezing her breast, massaging her full, round globe. He softly praised her responsiveness. Her own hands timidly, and then inquiring more deeply, moved inside his robe. She ran her hands over his chest, enjoying the feel of his smooth skin beneath her fingers. She didn't think about it, and her fingers teased his nipples, before sliding downwards, past his waist. The tie of his robe fell away as she sought out his hard masculinity. He moved for her so she could reach him, but a second after she reached her goal, she gasped and pulled away.
He looked down at her bent head. She was gazing raptly at his shaven cock and balls. There was no denying that he was shaven. His skin was as smooth as a baby's behind. And good Lord, she thought to herself, she loved it. Without thinking, her hands reached out yet again, seeking him, wanting to explore what her eyes saw. He laughed for a moment only, for her hands, while a bit timid and unsure in her lack of experience, were quickly making up for any deficiency in their growing eagerness. She held his smooth cock with joy and wonderment. Her other hand cupped his smooth balls, soothing over the skin, and then squeezing. It was his turn to gasp in desire at her touch.
He then returned to kissing her, and moved his own hands eagerly over her full, round body, and sought out her heated passion between her thighs. He touched her softly rounded belly, and then found her soft nest of curls. He paused to touch the curls. Then he caressed her softly. His fingers found her growing wetness with joy and growing passion. He whispered that he wanted her so much. And she answered him with an eager, open-mouthed kiss. Over and over he teased and played with her hot, eager flesh. He found her point of passionate of desire, and when he touched her lightly, there, she squirmed, and screamed out in uncontrollable desire. He kissed her sweet mouth, as her body calmed slowly in his arms. He then suggested they go in and lie down.
She happily, eagerly took his hand and walked with him into his bedroom. Once there, he slipped the robe from her body. For a moment, she moved to conceal herself with her hands, but he moved her hands away. He kissed her and told her she was beautiful. He wanted to make love to her. And then he told her that he would love the chance to shave her, before he made love to her.
She paused for a second, and then spun in his arms. She frowned for a moment, then said, 'like you, you mean?' He nodded, saying that it could be a fabulous experience, when shared with the right person. He didn't say anything more, just waited for her to decide. After a few seconds, she nodded slowly, and then smiled. He tenderly arranged her on the large bed. He whispered he would be back, but he needed to get everything ready. She barely had time to reconsider, when he was back.
He had her lift her hips and spread a soft towel beneath her. He then had her spread her thighs wide apart, and moved between them. He paused to stroke his fingers over her soft, red pubic hair. He looked up into her green eyes. He asked if she was sure, and she nodded a silent 'yes.' She watched as he snipped the first locket of her red pussy hair. He placed it to the side, then snipped the next, and the next. Soon, her red pussy hair was reduced to furry, red fuzz that was about a quarter of an inch in length. When he rubbed his fingers over her pussy fur now, she squirmed in response. He laughed softly, then picked up the shaving gel. He applied a smooth, even layer of white crème over her now shortened pubic hair. He could see her passion juices oozing forth, as he stroked her tender, responsive skin.
He picked up his triple-bladed razor, and after one long look into her eyes, he lowered the razor to her virgin skin and made the first stroke. In the silence of the room, you could hear the rasp of the razor over her skin. He paused and rinsed the razor in the hot water he had at the bedside, then took the second stroke. He worked slowly, surely, carefully. She could feel her body getting hotter and more aroused with each touch of his fingers. She thought she would cum right there with the razor on the skin, when he finally announced he was done. He then rinsed all the lather from her skin with water, and then took a towel and dabbed off her skin. He then surprised her by stroking his fingers over her now denuded, hairless pussy. He rubbed gently, stroking softly. He smiled as her juices wet his eager fingers. And then he lifted a small mirror for her to see. He smiled at the amazed look on her face as she saw her bare pussy for the first time, in a very long time.
While she was looking in the mirror, he began stroking her pussy lips, and eased his fingers inside, seeking, searching and finding her desire. He was quickly learning just what kind of touch she wanted, needed, desired for her passion to flame beyond control. She was gasping as he moved up her body. He pressed a hot kiss against her open, gasping lips. His tongue danced with her own. Her hands caressed his naked shoulders as he loomed above her. She wanted him, as much as he wanted her. But there was one more thing he wanted.
When he pushed her hands away from his body, her eyes opened slowly, in confusion. He smiled softly, and began sliding down her body. She soon realized, by the look in his eyes that he was going to… She screamed as his mouth found her hairless pussy. His lips and tongue played a passion song with her clit as she squirmed, and wiggled on the bed. She came yet again with a short time, and finally he moved back up her body. His smooth flesh slid along her own. Her thighs spread wide apart, sweet and wet with her passion juices. He poised at her entrance, and then staring into her eyes, he thrust deep inside her. She met his thrust for thrust, passion to passion, until he came deep within her soft body. When he finally lie next to her in exhaustion, they both realized that it was now completely silent. The storm was finally over.
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