6 comments/ 34152 views/ 39 favorites Forward My Mail to Paradise By: ilikeithot6308 Have you ever watched a hot woman's ass ripple while she swam underwater? That's what I was doing, and it was really something to see. Perhaps I should explain how I came to be in this situation. I guess, truth be told, it all started with my wife. Actually, my Ex-wife. If she hadn't decided to be a cheating bitch, I wouldn't have needed a getaway after the stress of the divorce. If she hadn't betrayed my trust after twenty years together, I wouldn't even be in Hawaii. And, if she hadn't shown her true colours, I wouldn't have met Leilani. I love diving. The world of wonders waiting just under the surface is astoundingly beautiful, and I feel very much at peace whenever I am below. Peace is what I needed, and even though my ex was my usual dive partner, I was determined not to let her take my underwater oasis from me. She had already taken enough. With that in mind, I immediately made arrangements for three days of diving as soon as I arrived. I went to the harbour on the morning of my first dive, and found myself among a full boat of people eager to get in the water. Eight of us listened to the Captain as he gave us his briefing, and introduced us to our divemasters for the day. Keith was a blonde twenty-something originally from California. The other divemaster was a young native Hawaiian girl. I was assigned to Keith's group. I normally wouldn't have cared whose group I was in, as I was more interested in the view underwater. However, this time, I was disappointed not to be in the other group. Leilani's group. Her name was as perfectly memorable as she was. Leilani Kai, which she later told us means 'blessed child of the sea', was a true Hawaiian goddess. Exotic. Beautiful. Deeply tanned. Voluptuously curvy. And tiny. She was only about four foot ten, and her lack of height only made her curves more astounding. She was like a little doll, and her voice had a slightly breathy quality that made her even sexier. She was wearing a t-shirt and shorts that day, but her body looked even better in her wetsuit. I'm not into rubber, but she looked fabulous in it, and she caught me gawking at her several times while she prepped the gear for her group. She just smiled, and gestured that I should pay attention to my own equipment. Once we all hit the water, I really didn't see much more of her, but after the dive, she peeled her wetsuit down to her narrow, flat belly, to reveal a chest that any woman eight inches taller would envy. The full, rounded globes were cradled in a red bikini top, punctuated by the bullet points of her erect nipples. She definitely had my attention, and her wry little grin told me she knew it. The second dive of the day was enjoyable, with lots of fish to look at, but I found myself thinking about Leilani more than the sights around me. Day two dawned with typical Hawaiian perfection, and I raced anxiously to the boat. A smaller group today. My silent prayers were answered when Leilani caught my eye and waved me over, claiming me for her group. I finally got a good, up close look at her, and she was even more beautiful than I had initially thought. Her dark eyes, surrounded by inordinately long lashes, twinkled with life, she had lips you could kiss forever, and the long, straight lines of her ebony tresses framed the delightful shape of her exotic face to spectacular effect. She was, in a word, gorgeous. Because she was so small, and I am over six feet, I was treated to several peeks down her top while we were setting up my gear. She couldn't weigh a hundred pounds, and I swear twenty of it was residing on her chest. Again, she caught me ogling her, and just smiled. "Am I going to have to keep an eye on you?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips in mock insult, before breaking into laughter and winking at me. All I could do is shrug and look contrite. Before long, we were sliding slowly down the anchor line, one hundred and twenty feet to the wreck laying on the sea floor. There were three of us in Leilani's group, but I tried to stay close to her. Her ass, firm and sumptuously shaped, looked incredible in the wetsuit, but the rest of her was obscured by scuba gear. She truly was a child of the sea, moving with a graceful, sinuous rhythm that showed her ease underwater. At this depth, our bottom time was quite short, but she pointed out a few interesting residents on the wreck. A big barracuda, an octopus, and a huge moray eel all made our trip worthwhile, but for me, the sparkle in her eyes while she showed us these treasures was the icing on the cake. During our slow ascent, Leilani broke open an orange, which brought in several dozen hungry fish to occupy our time. I found myself hanging on the line, face to face with her during our five minute safety stop at fifteen feet, and she smiled at me around her regulator. I really wished I could see her lips stretched like that around my cock, but our age difference made that unlikely. She was loosening the straps on her BCD for comfort while I watched, and then pulled the zipper on her wetsuit down a little bit. She looked me in the eye, winked again, and pulled it down further, until the delicious crease of her cleavage was fully visible. The wetsuit squished her lovely tits together, enhancing the effect. There could be little doubt that she was teasing me, the little flirt, and enjoying her power over me immensely. My eyes were having a hard time staying above her neck, but I managed to keep from staring, using my peripheral vision instead. Finally, Leilani made a little clapping motion with her hands, pulled the zip back up, and gestured to the surface. While waiting for our turn at the ladder, we floated close together. Leilani pulled her mask off and grinned at me as she shucked her BCD off for her crewmates to pull aboard. I deferred to her when the ladder was clear, but my motives were less honourable than 'ladies first'. The truth is I wanted to get another view of her ass in her suit. By the time l got aboard, she was squeezing the water out of her ponytail, having already skinned the wetsuit down to her waist. Her bikini top today was black, and she smiled at me when she felt my eyes on her yet again. Dive number two that day was shallow, and uneventful save for a few turtles, but I got the feeling that Leilani was having more fun torturing me, than leading the dive. I was finding it difficult to swim with the erection she was causing. Day three. I again arrived at the harbour promptly, more excited to see Leilani than I was for the dive, I admit. Upon boarding the boat, I was told they were overbooked, and were waiting for a third divemaster to join us so we could go. It was then I realized that I didn't see Leilani aboard. My heart sunk. I was just about to start sulking when I heard the Captain's voice. "Ah, perfect. Here she comes." Those words, 'here she comes', shook me out of my funk, and I turned to look up the dock. Instantly, my mood changed. Leilani jogged toward us, hair flying wildly. Her breasts bounced with equal wildness, nearly overpowering the thin strings that held her yellow bikini top in place. As she drew closer, she slowed to a quick walk, and adjusted her top to correct any inadvertent exposure, but her tits maintained their jiggle factor all the way to the boat. She hopped aboard just as the Captain began to pull out. She looked a little flustered, and maybe a bit angry, but when she saw me among the crowd, she smiled. I smiled back. It turns out, as she later told me, that she was supposed to be off today. However, one of the groups today added a person, making two groups of four, plus me. I was literally the fifth wheel, and that had necessitated her presence. I felt terrible that she had given up her day off on my account, and told her so, but she reminded me that it was actually the other group that had caused it, not me. Either way, I was grateful she was there. The prospect of one more day in her company was a happy one for me. When we arrived at the dive site, the other groups got themselves ready, and hit the water. I geared up with Leilani's assistance, then rolled off the side as well. When I surfaced to indicate that I was fine, she told me to head down, and she would meet me at the bottom of the anchor line. I pulled on my inflator hose, dumping air and descending the fifty feet to the bottom. As I dropped, a green sea turtle swam slowly past, and even did a slow circle around me. I was mesmerized by the sight, and it took me a while to look up for Leilani. When I did, I was mesmerized for another reason. I expected to see her form snugly wrapped in her wetsuit, but the vision descending from above was wearing only a bikini under her gear. The yellow colour of the fabric was quickly lost as the seawater absorbed that wavelength of the sunlight, and by the time she settled on the sand beside me, her bikini appeared white. White and nearly transparent. I'm sure my eyes were bugging out in my mask, but she didn't seem to care that she may as well have been naked before me. She merely gestured for me to follow, and started to lead. So, that's how I ended up here, following her, and lusting after her ass, which actually was naked, as her bikini bottom was a thong design. Every kick of her finned feet ran a ripple of motion up her legs to her incredibly sexy butt. I know, because I was transfixed on her fabulous ass the whole time. A dozen mermaids could have swum past, and I would scarcely have noticed. After about fifty yards, we settled on the sand facing each other on our knees, and she gently handed me a sea urchin. I felt its little suction tube feet as it walked along my hand, and it tickled, but my attention was elsewhere. Now that I was facing her, I could clearly see the dark circles of her areolas under her top, and the distinct points of her erect nipples. Leilani saw my eye line, and made a motion with her hand, that indicated I should be looking above her neck. When I made eye contact, she wagged her finger at me, but still smiled. I put the urchin down, and followed her again. Soon, we came across a large turtle resting on the sandy bottom, being cleaned by a few dozen small fish. We both laid on our stomachs on the sand a few feet away, and watched closely. It was an amazing sight, as the turtle sat patiently, letting the fish perform their half of the symbiotic relationship, before finally lifting off and heading for the surface to breathe. I watched it leave, and felt her hand on my shoulder. Leilani gestured we should hold still and see what happened. That's when the little cleaner fish moved over to us, and started to look for something to clean. They pecked at my wetsuit, and swam within inches of my mask. I looked over at Leilani, and saw her getting the same treatment, except that she wasn't wearing a wetsuit. Instead, the fish were nibbling at her bikini top, something I would gladly have joined them doing. The tented points of her nipples became a bit more pronounced. It obviously tickled, as she finally had to shoo them away amid a great cloud of bubbles as she laughed through her mouthpiece. I laughed too, and spent a little too long staring at her tits again, so that she tapped my chin with her finger. She was off again, and I was hot on her heels, my face mere feet from her intoxicating ass as I paralleled her. Suddenly, she stopped, and dropped to the bottom again. I looked down for something of interest as I sank to her side, but her eyes never left the distance, and I eventually looked in the direction she was pointing. Visibility was very good, easily a hundred feet, but it took my eyes a few seconds to make sense of the ghostly shape way out there, cruising slowly in our direction. Nature had done one hell of a job, over hundreds of millions of years, perfecting the creature that was moving, like an apparition, towards us. Shark. Oh boy! I thought. I get to dive with a nearly naked wahine, and now see a shark too! Despite what the press would have you believe, sharks are no big deal, if you treat them with respect. I had dove with sharks before, so, even though my adrenaline did go up, I wasn't worried. At least, not at first. The shape loomed closer, and became clearer. Okay, now I was a little worried. Tiger shark. Pretty big one, too. Leilani grabbed my forearm and gestured to stay calm, and stay with her on the bottom. She checked her air : 2200 lbs. Then mine :1500 lbs. Not a big surprise that she had more air than me, as she was half my size and a much more experienced diver, but it did mean that we were likely going to be tight on air if the shark decided to hang around long. He was closer now, and the impressive bulk of his thickly muscled body was breathtaking. The shark moved with slow, powerful strokes of its tail, angling away from its direct approach to run a wide circle around us. I tried to control my breathing, so as not to panic. Again, I felt Leilani's hand on my arm, and when I looked at her, she removed her mouthpiece and smiled. She was trying to ease my mind, but she was right as well. The sight before us was magnificent, and rare. Her calm got through, and I relaxed, allowing myself to appreciate the incredible creature that cruised around us. Even when he moved in to a much tighter circle, merely five yards away, I was still able to remain detached. It looked huge, but made no aggressive moves, just continued to check us out. Eventually, the shark got tired of circling, and just swam off. My gauge said 700 lbs, meaning it was time to boogie for the surface, but Leilani led me slowly along the bottom toward the anchor line. I wanted to head up, but she pointed firmly at the bottom near her side. I deferred to her experience. Sure enough, he was back, doing another few laps around us before disappearing for good. We made it to the line, but my gauge was in the red, merely 300 lbs left. And, of course, we had been stuck down here too long, so would need two safety stops rather than just one. There was no way I would make it on my tank, but that's what dive buddies are for. We were midway through our first five minute stop at twenty-five feet when my dial dropped to 0 lbs. Leilani calmly handed me her spare regulator, and pulled me closer to her. Here I was, twenty-five feet and about eight minutes away from the safety of the surface. My tank was dry, a frightening prospect any other time, but somehow not so much today. Snuggled close to Leilani, I felt safe, and when I looked into her eyes, there was something else there. I couldn't quite figure out what it was yet, but it was there nonetheless. When the time was right, she gestured up to fifteen feet, for another five minutes of close contact. The bright sunlight rippling through the water caressed her curves with a lattice of brilliant lines, drawing my attention even more. I was so distracted, I almost forgot we were now both low on air, but amazingly, she still had 600 lbs in the tank, and we easily made it up safely. Everyone else was already aboard, and looking at us with concern as we climbed the ladder. Leilani's nearly transparent yellow bikini top caught a little attention from the guys, but mostly they just wanted to know what happened. "Do you want to tell them, or should I?" she asked me with a big grin. "I'll start," I replied, "but I think we're gonna need a bigger boat." Leilani laughed at my Jaws reference, but she was in the minority. Confused faces stared back at me. "Oh, come on. Really? Nobody got that but her?" Still no response. I continued, trying to remain calm. "A shark was checking us out. Tiger shark, pretty big.... very impressive. He just circled us for a while, giving us the once over. It was... " my enthusiasm could be held in check no longer, ".... it was UN - fucking - believable! That shark was the most incredible thing I've ever seen! My God! I can't believe how lucky we were to see him!" I guess I shouldn't have been surprised. The word 'shark' elicits such an overreactive, visceral response. No one even heard anything I said after the first sentence. That bit of news was met by a few terrified looks, and several other questions, most of which centered on the size of said shark. "I would think he was a solid twelve feet," Leilani added. I nodded. "He was absolutely amazing! I've seen tigers before, but this one was so... Regal! He was magnificent!" "I agree. Like I said, we were so lucky to see him." And I was so lucky to have you with me. The Captain was with us on our attitude, as were the other divemasters, but the rest of the group seemed to have lost their appetite for adventure, as though the sharks hadn't been here the whole time. When the Captain pulled to a stop at the second dive site, he motioned to Leilani for a quick word. After a few seconds, she came over to me. "The others are scared. He wants us to set an example. Are you good with that?" she asked quietly. I had more reasons to say yes than no. I wanted to stay close to her, and she had shown me that we weren't in real danger. I also wanted to see her wet again. "Of course," I replied. The other guests were shocked to see Leilani and I getting ready for another dive, after our 'near death experience', but gradually, I think our confidence got through. By the time we were done our surface interval, everyone was ready to go. This time, we were the first ones in. I was busy adjusting the fit of my BCD as we descended, so I wasn't watching my little wahine. Suddenly, she was waving a muted yellow piece of fabric in front of my mask. I looked past the fabric to see her naked breasts, still partially covered by her BCD, but visible just the same. Pointy, puckered nipples peeked out at me. She was smiling at me again, and raced away as we dropped. I followed as fast as I could, but she was part dolphin, and I never would have caught her had she not stopped, and taken a lounging position on the sand. When I finally swam up, she was laying back, with her Buoyancy Compensation Device wide open. I guess I was allowed to stare now, because she was holding her magnificent breasts out for me to admire. She released them, and shook her shoulders, allowing her fleshy globes to quiver and float in the water. Her nipples were about as stiff as my dick was getting, and I had never wished for gills so much in my life. The prospect of fucking underwater crossed my mind, but she must also be part psychic, because she shook her head and covered her crotch with her hand. Having teased me enough, Leilani snugged up her BCD, rolled over and shot off again, leaving me to chase her wake once more. When she stopped this time, it was to show me another octopus on the reef. This one was actually quite playful, and allowed us to remove it from its rocky home to handle it gently. I could think of two other things I would like to handle gently, but I was only allowed to look. Done with the octopus, she sent it back home and began to pull her top out of her pocket. I watched her corral her floating boobs into the confines of the yellow nylon, and tie it in place. I pouted at her. She tilted her head at me, and blew me a kiss. We headed back to the anchor and were back on the boat ten minutes later. The ride back to the harbour was quiet, at least on my part, as I knew my reason for seeing Leilani was ending. I had come here seeking peace, which I had found. I had also found a woman that had my complete attention, and now she was going to be leaving my life. That sucks. I soon found myself being dropped off in front of my hotel by the dive van. I waved goodbye, and sadly dragged myself into the elevator. Five minutes later, I was sulking alone on my bed, channel surfing for a distraction. I still hadn't found one when there was an unexpected knock on my door. I answered it. Forward My Mail to Paradise As I opened the door, a flash of yellow caught my eye. It was Leilani! "May I come in? " she asked in a voice that was music to my ears. "Please," I invited. Oh boy, can you ever. "Can you believe that shark today?" she commented as she breezed in. I watched her ass wiggle until she turned around. "Really! What a sight! Of course, I need to say thank you for not only keeping me calm and safe, but for saving my life on the way up. Seriously, thank you Leilani." I had other things to thank her for, but that could wait. Now that she was here, I had at least a chance. "No problem. That's why we never dive alone, right?" She looked around the room as she spoke, and when her eyes settled back on me, I nodded. I looked at her for a long few seconds before I finally spoke again. "I, uh, enjoyed the sights on the second dive as well. Every bit as memorable as the shark." She paused, and turned away, actually blushing. "Yeah. Well, I, um... I don't know why I did that. I don't go around flashing my tits at everyone I dive with. I guess the shark had me a bit wound up." She paused again. "I guess I don't really need to apologize, based on the way you have been staring at my body, but I wanted to explain." I'm sure the disappointment showed clearly on my face. "So, it was only adrenaline that made you..." "Well, maybe not only the adrenaline. I have to admit, you have a way of looking at me that does something to a woman." She was looking down when she said it, and only peeked up after a few extra seconds had passed. I couldn't let another opportunity pass me by. There was something in her eyes, and something in her voice, that told me this was my last shot. I walked slowly over to her, and touched her chin. She responded by looking up at me. The twinkle in her eyes seemed even more attractive, and without even thinking, I leaned down and kissed her, very gently. Leilani returned the kiss with equal gentleness, then pulled back. She seemed to be battling an internal conflict, and it suddenly occurred to me that I may have been hitting on a woman who was spoken for. The thought had simply never crossed my mind, and I felt bad. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." I walked away and sat heavily on the edge of the bed, my head in my hands. "I mean, a woman as beautiful as you must be already taken. I can't believe I did that!" I was still looking down when Leilani's small feet appeared in my field of view. I felt one hand touch my shoulder, and the other touched my chin, as I had done to her. When I looked up at her, she was smiling at me. "Not taken," was all she said before she kissed me. Her lips were soft, wet, and sent an electric tingle up my spine. I leaned into the kiss a little bit more, and the passion level immediately ramped up exponentially. Suddenly, our tongues were dueling amid gasping, ragged breaths, and her hands were gripping my hair. My hands were stroking up and down her back, before settling lower to caress the firm curves of her ass through her shorts. We were both moaning and kissing each other with abandon. After a minute or so of intense contact, Leilani pushed back and looked at me quizzically. "I assume," she began, "that your concern over me being 'taken', means that you are also available." I nodded. "Also not taken." I smiled. My hands were still on her hips. "That's what I wanted to hear," she giggled, and reached behind her back. She gave the string a tug, and then did likewise at her neck. Her top fell away, and I found myself face to face, so to speak, with her magnificent breasts. "Do you like them above the surface, as much as you did on the bottom?" I didn't answer, at least not with words. I merely leaned forward and began to nuzzle, nip, lick and kiss every available inch of skin that encompassed the sumptuous curves of her feminine globes. She was so soft, so smooth.... so warm. She pulled my face closer, surrounding me with the her resilient flesh. Soon, merely rubbing my face across her breasts was insufficient to express my appreciation, and I focused my attention on the stiff, aroused little nipples that crowned them. As I began to suckle, Leilani tossed her head back and mewed her approval. "Mmmm, yes... Oh, yes baby.... Mmmm hmmm, suck my tits," she directed. "Oh yeah, you're making me wet. I love having my nipples sucked." I would probably have added a few comments of my own, but my mommy taught me not to talk with my mouth full, and it was definitely full. I kept nursing for another few seconds before I felt compelled to speak. "Leilani, these are the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen." She giggled, and made a noise of modesty, before I continued. "You're so... tiny... overall. How did you get so... big? I hope I'm not being indelicate." She laughed again, jiggling the obviously natural orbs that I now held reverently in my hands. "I know. You ever tried finding a 28DDD bra? Or how about a size 2 dress that isn't made for a girl built like a pencil? Thank God I can sew. " I was back to licking her nipples when she said something that made me stop in my tracks. "You should have seen me when I was pregnant. I was huge, like a belly and boobs with feet." She giggled again, and I disengaged from her left nipple to contemplate her comment. There was nothing about her body that even hinted at her having a child. I admit, I have a problem reading the age of exotic, Polynesian women. Other than sometimes getting, well, fatter with age. I suppose the surprise must have shown on my face. "Baby, I'm no teenager. Actually, as of last month, neither is my daughter. I'll be 38 this year. I hope that doesn't change anything." I looked up at her, trying to disguise my feelings of delight. I had figured she was at least twenty years younger than me. Pining after a girl that young seemed a doomed proposition, and had been making me crazy. To hear she was really only six years away suddenly opened up a whole world of new possibilities. "Yes Leilani, I'm afraid it does." Now she looked disappointed, but it didn't last long, as she saw through my facade. A smile gradually broke out on her face. When I grabbed her ass and stood up, lifting her with me, she was beaming. I was right about her weight, because she was like a feather. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and her arms around my neck. I kissed her again, then continued. "I am so happy to hear you're not a teenager. Neither am I. I'm not just looking to get laid." I placed us on the bed while she clung to me like a little koala, and rolled gently on top of her. "I really hope that we have something a bit more lasting ahead of us, but I guess that's up to you. For now, I want to make love to you. I want to make you scream with pleasure. I want to..." She placed her fingers on my lips. "Shut up and kiss me again," she directed. I gladly complied. She tasted good, and I relished the prolonged nature of her kisses. I must have said something that interested her, because there was a change in her kiss that told me this was becoming more serious for her as well. My hands were gently caressing her flanks, and tickling the outer curves of her breasts. She alternately moaned and giggled, before breaking free of my lips. "You said something about making me scream?" I nodded. "And how, pray tell, do you plan on doing that?" My turn to giggle now, as I extended my tongue and wiggled it suggestively. "Well, then get the hell off me so I can get my shorts off! " I rolled to the side, and Leilani quickly slid her shorts down and off. She was just about to pull the ties that held her thong in place when I stopped her. "Please..... allow me to unwrap your little treasure." She smiled, blushed at the compliment, and then relaxed, laying back with her arms behind her head so she could watch. She spread her legs wide as I settled into position between them, my face mere inches from the yellow thong that covered her mound. Now that I was so close, I could see the little damp spot my previous nipple assault had caused. I nuzzled her with the bridge of my nose, inhaling her sweet scent, while also pressing the fabric into her lips. I nibbled gently, prompting several little moans from Leilani. After minutes of this teasing exploration, her thong was pretty wet. I'm sure a lot of the moisture came from me, but the taste told me that she was getting very aroused as well. That and the constant stream of encouragement she was offering. "Oh yes.... Mmmm, that's it..... Uh huh..... Lick my little pussy.... Oh, please!" I very carefully grabbed the fabric with my teeth, and pulled it out from between her lips, tugging it to the side. Her lips were swollen, thick, and glistening with her dew. I ran my tongue up from her little rosebud, through the deep valley of her vagina, and across her stiff, pink clit. This was met with more encouraging commentary. "Mmmm mmwaaaAAAAHHH! OH FUCK YES! Oh yeah, lick my clit! I am so fucking hot right now! Please make me cum, baby!" I was only too happy to oblige. I tugged the strings at both hips and laid her hot little honeypot bare. Actually, it was bare, shaved as smooth as the rest of her skin, and tanned nearly as dark as well. Her engorged labia pouted open invitingly, and her clit looked about ready to explode, it was so swollen and prominent. She was drenched, with a little trickle of her delicious lubricant heading for her asshole. I intercepted it, then dove in, licking her furiously. Her hands immediately gripped the back of my head, and pulled my face deeper. For at least fifteen minutes, I ate her cunt like it was the main course at my own private luau, which, I suppose, it was. I surfaced when I needed to breathe, but otherwise, I sucked her lips, licked them inside and out, stabbed my tongue as deep as I could into her wetness, and flicked her love button. Leilani shrieked, quivered and gushed through at least four orgasms, and as she finished a silent fifth, she pushed me away. "Okay, okay! You win, haole! Holy shit, can you lick a girl's pussy! " she gasped between breaths. After a pause, she added, " I like it! " We laid side by side for several minutes while she recovered. She blindly reached out and touched me, realizing I was still clothed, while she was naked. "Do I get to unwrap you, too? Goody! Stand up!" I reluctantly left her side and stood facing her as she scooted over and sat before me. She lifted my shirt, caressing me as she lifted it as high as she could. I took over from there and pulled it off, while she continued her gentle tactile exploration. I'm not a chiseled Greek God by any stretch of the imagination, but I'm no couch slug either, and Leilani seemed to like what she found. Finally, she placed her hands on my hips, and grasped the waist of my shorts. There was a prominent bulge at the crotch. "Whatcha got in here?" she played, taking a deep breath. "Looks interesting. Will it come out and visit?" She pulled down, and wriggled my shorts over my hips, until my cock was freed, hanging heavily. "Oh, my!" she gasped, "that's a big one!" She grasped it with both hands, and I must admit it did look huge, but that's mostly by comparison to her small stature. "You gonna fuck me with this monster?" "If you want me to," I answered hopefully. "You're damn right I do! On your back baby." I quickly took a place on the bed and she began to suck the head of my dick, coaxing it to full size. She stretched her lips around it and stuffed as much in her mouth as she could, but there was no getting around the physics of the situation. She did do a wonderful job of lubricating me though. "I hope you will be satisfied with my pussy, baby, 'cause it's too big for me to blow you, much as I'd love to suck your balls dry." She perched across my hips, aiming my spear at her gaping opening, and slowly lowered herself onto me. The feeling was exquisite, as the warm, wet, muscular walls of her cunt relaxed to accommodate my girth. I groaned and wiggled my hips, trying to help her impale herself, but she was silent, eyes shut tight, concentrating on her task. At last, I felt her grind her public mound against mine. She had taken it all. Her eyes opened and she smiled at me. "Bet you didn't think my little cunt could do it, did you?" she asked, then panted for breath. She rocked her hips back and forth a few times, crushing her sensitive clit between us, then suddenly threw her head back in a guttural, animalistic moan that signalled another orgasm. I held her hips as she rode me through the waves of pleasure like a mechanical bull, her hair flying about as she tossed her head with each spasm. It was really something to see. She writhed like the goddess Pele atop her volcano, and felt nearly as hot inside. Finally, the last wave passed, and my little Leilani collapsed on my chest, breathing hard and sweating. I rocked her gently, giving her a few short stabs from below with my dick. "Oh god, no! Not yet! Gotta give me a chance to catch my breath!" she gasped, patting my chest and stretching up as far as she could for a kiss. Her hair was glued to her forehead with the sweat of her exertion, and she glowed with post orgasmic energy. "You have a size 10 dick; I have a size 2 pussy. Give a girl a chance to adjust." She thought about it, then laughed, adding, "You have probably stretched me to at least a 6!" After a few more seconds of adjustment, Leilani placed her hands on my chest and pressed up, sitting high atop me. She took a deep breath, and looked me straight in the eyes. "Okay," she smiled, "time to do some serious fucking. You ready, stud?" I just laughed and nodded, while she slowly lifted her pussy a few inches. It gripped my cock like it had fingers. When she got to the top of her stroke, she tucked her pelvis under and reversed, relaxing her muscles to drop down onto me. The feeling was incredible. She was tight, wet, hot, smooth, and surprisingly open, all at once. About half a dozen strokes in, she broke her silence. "Ohhhh, oh yes..... Fuck, your cock feels so good in my pussy..... Mmmm..... Mmmm.... Ahhhnnnn.... Mmmhmmm..... Do you like my hot little cunt on your big cock?" Well, what kind of a question was that? In answer, I pulled her down to kiss her, holding her tight to my chest. Her round melons squished against me. I quickly rolled us over, and while still kissing her, began to ream her hot little hole eagerly. Leilani moaned her approval through the kiss, before needing to pull away to breath. "Oh god, you're going to ruin me for life! Please fuck me! Fuck me 'til I beg you to stop, then fuck me harder!" I smiled down at her, and pressed up to full extension on my arms. She smiled back, and skillfully placed first one leg, then the other, over my shoulders. I pressed balls deep into her and adjusted my position, preparing for the onslaught. Leilani gently caressed my face and nodded yes to my unspoken question. I pulled back, then slammed home, a loud slap of wet flesh echoing through the room, along with a deep groan from my precious partner. Out again, further this time, before returning with fury. Another slap. A louder groan. My pace picked up, going from semi automatic to full auto, fucking her hard. Her little body nearly folded in half each time I drove into her. I was pounding her now, my hips moving with a mind of their own, and Leilani had gone from groaning to wailing. She was cumming again, and again, and again, oozing sweet honey which coated my shaft and balls, forming a frothy ring around the base of my cock. It flowed down the crack of her ass. A sheen of sweat now covered the fluidly quivering curves of her large, beautiful breasts, which danced before my appreciative eyes. Her eyes were rolled back, wracked with pleasure I was most willing and grateful to provide. If there was a way to fuck her harder, I don't know what it would be, as she was now getting the full length of my rod, with my full momentum behind it. She continued to scream at the top of her lungs. "OHHHH! OHHHH! OH YES!.... YOU BEAUTIFUL FUCKING BEAST!.... FUCK MY CUNT!... OH GOD, I WANT YOUR CUM ALL OVER ME!.... CUM FOR ME!... CUM ON MY TITS, AND ON MY FACE!.... I NEED TO TASTE YOUR HOT JUICE!" Okay, I was just wondering where you wanted it, as the impending flood was nearing the inevitable point of no return. Ding! Ding! Ding! I pulled out, but her legs remained over my shoulders. She quickly reached down and grabbed my dick, just as it began to spew like an unattended firehose. Ropes of cum leapt out, painting her breasts, neck, chin, and pretty face, while she pumped her tiny hand feverishly though the clinging pussy froth, desperately directing the remaining flow toward her open mouth. Several large globs found her tongue, and she swallowed amid yummy noises, before pulling me up her body to suck the dregs from my slowly withering dick. While I stayed in position above her, I looked down at her abused little pussy. The lips were gaped wide open, stretched, engorged an angry red, almost purple colour. I could see right into her drenched chasm. I trail of foamy juice ran out of her cunt, down her ass, and down, or rather up, her back. I reached down and scooped up some of her frosting, tasting it tentatively. It was delicious, far too good to waste. Leilani was still vacuuming the last drops from my cock, and I didn't want to interrupt her, so I grabbed both her ankles in one hand, freeing the other to collect my desert. By the time she released me, I had pretty much cleaned her back and ass, allowing me to concentrate on the wellspring itself. I yanked her thighs open and hunched down, lifting her ass with both hands. As I quenched my thirst for her nectar, she clamped her legs around my head. Muffled moans, groans and screams were all I heard, while she squirmed and twisted her body in my grasp. Finally, a gush of fresh honey poured forth, right into my eager mouth. At this point, Leilani wilted, her legs relaxing around my head as she slipped away from my grip. I watched her fantastic tits, still adorned with a few gobs of semen that had escaped her cleaning efforts, rise and fall on her heaving chest. God, she was beautiful, and if this first encounter was any indication, she was all the woman I or any man could handle. All in one neat compact package. I had to find a way to make this more than just a very memorable holiday tryst. I lifted her arm, and it fell limply on the bed. She was out like a light. I cleaned her up with a warm cloth, then managed to get her tucked under the covers, and joined her after a quick bathroom stop. I wrapped her up in my arms, cradling her head on my shoulder, and fell asleep. When I awoke, Leilani was still snuggled adorably against my side, breathing quietly. Her hair was a mess, she was drooling a little bit, and there was a small glob of dried spunk at the corner of her mouth. In other words, she was still gorgeous. I watched her sleep for a few more minutes. One advantage to her being so petite was that I could hold her while I slept, and not lose the circulation in my arms. The light outside was at a low angle, probably an hour or so before sunset. We had been asleep for a few hours, and I needed the bathroom again, but I was hesitant to wake her. While I watched, her eyelids began to flutter slightly, then slowly opened. "Wha... where?" she mumbled, before her eyes finally focused and landed on my face. A bright smile broke out across her face. "Oh, yeah.... Now I remember. Mmm, what time is it?" The bedside clock said 5:50. She slipped out of bed and crossed over to retrieve her phone from her purse. I watched her type a quick message into the device. She was naked, of course, and had my full attention. When she looked up and caught me watching, she smiled again. Forward My Mail to Paradise "Just letting my daughter know that I'm not dead on the sea floor or elsewhere." She gazed at me, the smile changing from merely happy to slightly lascivious. "If you are going to keep staring at me like that, I think a shower and some dinner are in order before round two. Then you can have me for desert." She did a little curtsey and giggled, before leaping back into the bed. "I am starving," she whispered, "how about dinner and a sunset?" A few moments later, I found myself standing under a warm shower, while an equally wet Leilani slithered around me, spreading lather from her body to mine and vice versa. It felt wonderful, and soon my previously exhausted erection had found a second wind. Leilani patted it. "Down boy! Dinner first, remember?" Twenty minutes later, we were seated at a table, basking in the glow of a typically glorious Hawaiian sunset. Food orders had been placed, and we were sitting quietly, when Leilani grabbed my hand suddenly. "Shit!" she hissed. "My ex!" Well, at least it wasn't my ex. I turned to see a decidedly average looking Hawaiian dude walking in our direction. Leilani looked upset. The guy arrived at our table, and immediately started arguing with Leilani in a combination of Hawaiian and English. He was getting a little bit out of hand. I tapped him on the shoulder. "Perhaps I should introduce myself," I intoned, trying to break his rhythm. "My name..." "Ain't nobody here talking to you, haole. You just sit there and shut up!" he cut me off with contempt. Okay. Plan B. Intimidation. I stood slowly. When he turned to face me, I was towering over him, glaring down with malicious intent. It worked. He sputtered a few parting comments, then left, backing away cautiously. When he was safely out of sight, I took my seat again. Leilani was looking at me, beaming. "My hero!" she giggled, and leaned over to kiss me. By way of explanation, she continued, "My daughter wants nothing to do with her father, and he thinks that's my doing. He's wrong, of course, but that fact would never cross his cheating mind." So, you know the pain of betrayal, too, I thought, adding it to my growing list of commonalities. I took her hand. "He cheated on you? My ex did the same to me. Funny how often that happens, or at least, so I've heard. Either misery loves company, or the universe is making up for past mistakes by giving us someone we can trust again. Either way.... " I trailed off, turning back from the sunset to look at Leilani. There was a little moisture in her eyes, but she was smiling at me. She squeezed my hand. "I don't know if I'm ready for a relationship yet, but if you'll be patient with me, I'd like to find out," she said quietly. "Me too," I concurred, still holding her hand. My vacation could easily be extended, and if the price for a possible lifetime with this little mermaid was a bit more time in this tropical paradise, well, I could risk it. By the time we were finished our dinner, the sunset was a diminishing glow low on the horizon, and stars could be seen far above. Leilani was sitting quietly, deep in thought. She sighed deeply, and turned to look at me. "I really don't want to be alone tonight. I hope I'm not being presumptuous, but, would it be okay if I stayed with you? I promise not to hog the covers." A little smile crossed her face. "I would like that very much," I replied, and started to stand. Of course you can stay. Tonight, and every night, for as long as I'm here. I took her hand and together we walked out of the restaurant, onto the beach. Leilani waded into the surf, pulling me with her, until we were up to my waist. She reached up with both hands behind my neck, and pulled herself up, wrapping her lithe legs snugly around my hips, and kissed me. We bobbed gently in the small waves, tasting each other passionately, for several minutes. I could easily get used to this. Leilani felt so good pressed against me, and her kisses were the best it had ever been my privilege to receive. There was no question that I lusted after her. That was easy. But.... could I trust my heart, after all I had been through? Was I so desperate to replace the missing part of my life that I was misreading my feelings? I don't know how long we made out in the water, but it was quite a while. Finally, one slightly larger wave knocked me off balance, and dunked both of us completely. We staggered, sputtering, back up the beach, and began laughing. Leilani looked good enough to eat, with her t-shirt plastered against the fabulous curves of her big tits. She reached out and took my hand, leading the way along the beach. We walked in silence for a few minutes. Leilani stopped short, and squeezed my hand. Ahead of us on the sand, nearly lost in the darkness, another couple was having sex. Another fifteen feet and we would have stepped on them. They were lost in their own passions, and hadn't noticed us yet. The man was on top, pounding down into his female partner, and as we watched, her moans of enjoyment wafted across the breeze, nearly drowned out by the waves. Leilani pressed tightly against my side, and began to rub her small hand over the bulge in my shorts. Our necking session in the water had made me hard, but this voyeuristic show had me like iron. She slowly pulled my fly down, and freed my cock. Within seconds, she was on her knees, sucking as much of me as she could get into her mouth. Her hand caressed and pumped the remainder. By now, the other couple had noticed our presence, and were watching Leilani vacuum my dick enthusiastically. The guy rolled off his partner, allowing her to take a position in the saddle. Now they could keep fucking while they watched, without craning their necks. The girl pulled her top off, baring a pair of perky little titties, which he immediately began to squeeze. Leilani disengaged from her sucking with a loud slurp, and stood, pulling off her shirt and shorts as she did. Her bikini was still laying on the floor of my hotel room, so when those two items of clothing hit the sand, she was completely naked. She took another few steps toward our new 'friends', and positioned herself on all fours. She looked over her shoulder at me, and wiggled her hips. My clothes were off in record time, and I quickly joined her. I aimed my spear, and with the gentle help of Leilani's hand, slipped into her wetness slowly, until my balls were nestled against her swollen lips. The only question now was one of intensity. To make love, or to fuck. Thankfully, Leilani already knew how she wanted it. "Damn, your big cock feels good in my pussy! Now fuck me. Fuck me hard! Show these two how it's done!" Okay then. I started to slam into her. Beside us, the guy was having a hard time keeping his eyes off Leilani's big tits, which were now swinging and slapping together in time with my thrusts. Actually, his girlfriend was pretty transfixed as well, although she did cast the occasional glance at my dick as it disappeared into Leilani's cunt. I was giving Leilani a serious fucking, and she was becoming more vocal. "Oh yes, that's it, fuck my hot little pussy good! Yes! Yes! Yes!" she moaned sharply, trying to remember that we were on a public beach, with literally thousands of people within potential hearing range. The girl next to us was moaning and groaning as well, skewering herself up and down her man's dick. She reached out and cupped one of Leilani's big tits, tweaking the stiff nipple. That set Leilani off, followed in quick succession by herself, her boyfriend, and finally, me. It became one big group orgasm, and while the other guy and myself managed to restrain ourselves to a few low grunts while we spurted inside them, both girls shrieked in orgasmic glee, their cries echoing off the nearby buildings. "Oh, yes.... Fuck me!... Fuck me!... Fuck mEeeeeEEEEE!" Leilani screamed, while the other girl was screeching unintelligibly. Unwanted attention was now most certainly on the way, so we all uncoupled as quickly as our orgasmically compromised coordination would allow. The girls grabbed their clothes, hugged a naked hug, and split up. The guy gave me a high five, and followed his partner, while I grabbed my stuff and did likewise after Leilani, who was running and giggling ahead of me. Her little naked ass danced in my view, before she suddenly veered back into the water. "Gotta rinse my puss. Your cum is running down my legs," she laughed, splashing herself to remove the residue. Once she was done, we both dressed again in our damp clothes, and headed back to my hotel, trying to look nonchalant. Leilani's stiff nipples were poking at her wet shirt, and only the pattern on the front obscured the view. When we got into the elevator at my hotel, Leilani took advantage of our solitude by pulling the shirt off over her head. Her tits looked so yummy, especially when she held them out for my benefit, but the air conditioning had combined with the damp shirt to cause a serious case of goosebumps, including her nipples, which were puckered tightly and almost purple. She stepped across and raised my shirt as well, pressing tightly against me. She was shivering slightly, but I didn't wrap my arms around her solely for that reason, as I wanted to feel her in my arms for personal motives as well. There was something so right about her, and not just in the obvious physical sense. Anyway, we were snuggled together when the elevator stopped at my floor, and the doors opened. I bent down and scooped her up quickly, walking out past the three people waiting to board the elevator downbound. I don't know if any of them noticed that Leilani was half naked, but it really didn't matter, as we were safely inside my suite within seconds. Once inside, our remaining damp clothing was discarded, and we made a hasty retreat to the comforting warmth of the bed, and each others arms. The adrenaline caused by our public sexual acts lost its effect, tipping the balance toward fatigue, and bringing sleep to us both rapidly. I dreamt happy dreams. I woke to the feeling of warm lips caressing my own. There was another warm feeling further south, surrounding my nocturnal erection. That warmth was wet, as well, and moving gently in an up and down motion. I opened my eyes. The room was dark, of course, but I could still make out the lovely eyes that peered back at me. "I hope you don't mind, but I just couldn't let such a fine, hard cock go to waste. You were poking me with it in your dreams anyway, so I had to climb aboard. My pussy really likes being this full," she whispered. Well, my cock likes being held so snugly, I thought. "I don't mind, at all," I whispered back, "it is my pleasure to serve, my darling." Leilani paused. "Darling?" she asked. Shit! That just slipped out. I started to apologize for jumping the gun, but she pressed her fingers to my lips. "It's alright. I understand. I guess I'm feeling pretty comfortable with you as well," she laughed, "if my behaviour this afternoon is any indication. Like I said, I don't usually show people my tits. Say it again, Ku'uipo. I like it." She resumed her gentle ride. I don't know what 'Ku'uipo' means, but I chose to assume it wasn't' asshole' or something of the sort. "My darling Leilani," I repeated, before I kissed her. We rolled over together, still kissing, and I continued to probe her depths with a slow, gentle rhythm. She moaned quietly into the kiss, indicating her approval. We continued in this fashion for several minutes, scarcely breaking our mutual embrace for seconds before resuming it with increasing ardor. We were truly making love. Leilani's lips began to quiver as she kissed me. A groan formed in her throat, and suddenly she gasped, throwing her head back. Her mouth opened wide, as though to scream, but all that came out was a rasping gurgle. Her eyes fluttered open, locking with mine, and I watched from close range as the orgasm ripped through her body. She clawed at my back, and her thighs wrapped even tighter around my waist. It was then that I felt it for the first time. The connection. Not just 'a' connection. THE connection. Her emotions opened up, and I felt the change. This was no longer just about physical pleasure. "Uhnn..... Oh god!" she gasped. I could feel her pussy spasming around my cock. "Oh my fucking god! That was fantastic!" I was still shafting her with long, slow strokes, and her pussy was getting wetter by the second, making slurping noises when I withdrew each time. We made love in this fashion for hours. I had no idea I could still perform like this, but amazingly, my cock stayed hard and inside my darling Leilani's clutching honeypot the whole time. By the time I finally squirted deeply into the dripping wetness of her cunt, she had reached her zenith more times than I could count, and with each successive orgasm, I could feel our connection strengthen. She was slick with our combined sweat, and physically wrung out, but never lost her expression of bliss. When I rolled off her, she rolled onto her side, throwing one arm and one leg across me. The last thing I remember before I was consumed by sleep was the tickle of her breathing on my chest. The sun was high in the sky when I finally woke up. Leilani was nowhere to be seen, but there was a large slick of our combined juices on my thigh, so I knew I didn't dream it. I expected to find her in the bathroom when I staggered in there, but it was empty. The shower was wet, so I knew she had used it. I went looking for a note, but found nothing. I heard the key in the door, and turned to see the most beautiful woman in my world walking in with a big bag of takeout food in her hand, and a smile that lit up the room on her face. She put the bag on the floor and bounded across the room, knocking me over backwards on the bed. She kissed me with frenzied passion, holding my face in her hands. Had I been unwilling to comply with her actions, it is unlikely that I could have resisted, but as I was a willing participant, I had no problem with merely laying back and letting her shower me with affection. She paused, beaming her smile down at me. "Good morning to you too, darling!" I giggled. She blushed. Now that I had clearance to use the term of endearment, I intended to do so frequently. "Actually, it's good afternoon, Sweetheart. You expended a lot of energy last night, so I let you sleep. I didn't wake up until 10, myself, so after I had a shower, I thought I would get us something to eat for lunch." She was still straddling me, and wiggled her hips before she continued. "My pussy is still buzzing after last night's marathon," she said quietly. "You gave me more orgasms than I can ever remember having, and I must admit, I liked it. Thank you." She kissed me again, then wrinkled her nose at me. "You, my darling, smell like you've been having sweaty sex for hours. Why don't you hit the shower? I'll air out the room and set up lunch on the balcony. " I could hardly argue with her. I did stink of sex. I quickly washed my body, dressed and joined Leilani at the table on the balcony. She was sitting there lost in thought, staring out at the ocean vista below. When I slid into the chair beside her, she tuned back in, and smiled at me. "Boy, I'd love to know what's going on in your head. You have that 'serious thinking' face. Is there anything wrong? " I asked. I had never hoped for a negative response so much in my life. Thankfully, that prayer was answered. "Not at all, darling," she replied, her smile getting wider. "I was just daydreaming about the future, or at least, the possible future." She patted my hand. "Hungry?" I nodded. Soon I was stuffing my face with chicken wings. Leilani was eating a salad of some sort, until I started to lick my fingers. A playful expression crossed her face, and she grabbed my hand, pulling it towards her lips. She took over, continuing to clean my fingers in a manner that gave new meaning to 'thorough'. Also 'erotic'. She licked and sucked my fingertips as though they were another, more intimate part of my body. That part began to react as though she was sucking it, too. She pulled my fingers out of her mouth with a pop, and smiled at me in a manner that led me to believe I hadn't seen anything yet. Leilani pulled her shirt off over her head, followed seconds later by her bikini top. We were overlooking the ocean from this balcony, and high enough that we were not visible from beach goers below, so when her shorts and thong hit the floor, her luscious, beautiful, naked body was displayed for my benefit only. "Stand, please," she directed, and I quickly complied. She pulled my shorts down, then pushed me back into the chair, taking a position on her knees between my legs. The finger sucking had started my erection going, but the prospect of sex on the balcony in broad daylight had finished it. I was rock hard, and Leilani was gently pumping her small, warm hand along my shaft. She looked up at me and smiled, before leaning forward to slowly engulf the head of my cock, all the while staring deeply into my eyes. Her lips inched down, claiming my hard flesh as her own. Her small mouth stretched to capacity, and I felt my cockhead press against her throat. Two thirds of my dick remained exposed, and Leilani was valiantly trying to take more. She was making gagging noises, and saliva was dripping from her lips, but she persisted. Suddenly, her throat relaxed a little, and she claimed another inch, walking her lips down like a snake swallowing prey. She was snorting through her nose roughly, but continued, pulling me deeper, sliding me down her throat. The feeling was indescribable. Her throat was rippling, milking me. Suddenly, she choked, and backed off, coughing as she sat back on her haunches. I looked at her with concern obvious on my face, and she held up her hand until she stopped coughing. At last, she smiled. "I thought I'd try again, but there's no way I can fit that monster down my throat. Fortunately, my pussy can handle it." She stood and straddled me, aiming my saliva coated dick at her pouting snatch. The chairs didn't have armrests, so she was easily able to position herself for insertion. I felt the tip of my cock nestling between her labia. Leilani stared me in the eyes as she lowered herself. Her mouth opened wide as she impaled herself further. "Mmmmmff! Ohhhh yessss!..... Ooooooo!...... Mmmm!" she hissed, until she reached bottom. "Mmmm hmmm, that's it.... You fill me up so good!" She kissed me, pressing tightly against my chest, and undulating her hips. I grabbed her sexy little butt with both hands and squeezed. "Mmmm hmmm," she moaned through the kiss. Her ass started to quiver in my grasp, and she pulled away from my lips. "Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh.... my.... god..... YESSSSS!.... GONNA CUM....... NOWWWWWW!" For such a tiny little thing, she had an incredible set of lungs. Her cries of joy bounced off the building behind us, echoing out over the ocean. If I could have seen the beach below, I am sure I would have seen heads turn in our direction. Leilani shuddered in my arms, wracked by orgasmic aftershocks. I giggled. She pushed back and laughed as well. "I know.... That came out a little louder than I meant it to. I can't help it. You make me feel so good, I need to let it out." "Well, let's let it out inside," I said, standing with her still impaled on my cock and holding her up by the ass. She wrapped tightly around me and held on tight. It was only a few steps inside, behind the closed sliding glass door, and halfway to the bed, Leilani was shrieking through another orgasm. I stopped and held her tight. "Holy fuck! When you carry me like this, my clit goes crazy!" she gasped. I shifted her slightly in my hands, and she threw her head back and screamed again. Her eyes were wild when she regained control, and there was a bright pink flush to her face and chest. Forward My Mail to Paradise I had never fucked standing up, and judging from her physical reactions, I guessed she hadn't either, but apparently she liked it. She was light enough for me to handle, so I gave her a few short thrusts. Leilani groaned, then screeched as she came again. "Oh god, this is... so fucking .... good.... but I don't .... know how much .... more I can ... take. You're... killing .... me!" I started to fuck her with a firm steady rhythm, holding her ass tight. She leaned back as far as she could, so I could see her tits dance on her chest. The orgasms kept coming in rapid succession, and her screams declined to become little squeaks. She finally lost her grip on my shoulders. I caught her with one arm, but she had the consistency of a wet rag. I gently laid her back on the bed and pulled out of her still grasping pussy. I pulled the covers back up over her, and kissed her softly. There was no reaction. I decided to let her sleep. I sat on the balcony, lost in very deep thoughts of my own. I tried to think back, to when I had first met my wife. How long after we started did my thoughts shift from 'I want to sleep with you' to 'I want to spend my life with you'? Was it absurd to be feeling the way I was feeling? And even if my feelings were true, that didn't ensure she felt the same way. It had to be a two-way street, or it wasn't going to happen. She did say that she might be ready for a relationship, so at least that was a positive. I decided not to even entertain the thoughts about which one of us had to relocate, until the first question was answered. I don't really know how long I was sitting there thinking. Long enough for Leilani to have a recuperative nap, apparently. I heard fingernails on the sliding glass door behind me, and turned to see her naked form and smiling face on the other side. She had a serious case of 'just fucked' hair, which got worse as she slid the door open, and the wind whipped in. "Have you seen my clothes? " she asked hopefully. "Actually, no, baby, I haven't. You took them off..." "... Out here," she answered, finishing the thought. Just then, another gust of wind passed, and we both paused, looking at each other and thinking the same thing. "Shit!" she cried, and stepped out to the railing. I stood and joined her, looking down. Two bits of yellow stood out clearly on the roof of the restaurant, twelve floors below. Her shirt and shorts were probably down there as well, but weren't as immediately obvious. "Damn! I really liked that bikini, too!" she giggled. "Me too," I concurred, "but I'm more fond of what was in it." "Okay, you! I'm not sure flattery can get you more than you've already got! I don't suppose you have anything I can wear?" she asked, feigning modesty. I went inside and came out with two t-shirts. One was black, and the other was actually a thin mesh tank top. "Well, I can guess which one you want me to wear! Let's save that for later shall we?" She took the black one and slipped it on. It made a nice dress. As much as I would have loved it, I knew Leilani couldn't spend every minute with me. She had a job, and a daughter, that would require her attention, but I was fortunate enough to get a big chunk of her days, and all of her nights, for the next two weeks. I even got her bikini back off the roof by begging the front desk clerk. Leilani and I had planned to take her boat out for a private dive, and finally got around to it near the end of that two weeks. We arrived at the dive site, and Leilani asked me to toss the anchor overboard. We had setup most of the gear before we left the marina, so there wasn't much more to do. Leilani raised the red and white dive flag, then turned to me with a mischievous grin on her face. "I'm sure you have heard of the 'mile high club', yes?" she asked. "Heard of it? Why, yes. Actually a member of it," I replied. One of the good memories of my ex. "Well, that's above the surface. Wanna start one under the surface?" As she finished the sentence, she pulled her top off. Seconds later her shorts followed. While I watched, she grabbed a weight belt and wrapped it around her waist. I had no idea how hot a naked woman in scuba gear could look. There was something about the contrast between the hi-tech look of the gear, and the smooth, sexy curves of her body. My cock was inflating rapidly, a fact made obvious when I dropped my shorts on the deck. Leilani bent over and sucked me for a few seconds. I hadn't seen the tub of Vaseline in her hand, but when she removed her mouth and slathered a layer of petroleum jelly on my dick, she filled me in. "Seawater washes away my natural lubrication, so we need to use something waterproof." She lifted her leg and rubbed a gob of the stuff into her pussy. "So, is this vast experience speaking? How often have you done this?" I teased. She blushed. "Just once, actually, which is how I know that water is a lousy lubricant. My pussy was sore for a week! But, I have a girlfriend who is pretty much the biggest slut on the island, and she does it often. She told me to use the lube. So, I suppose it is vast experience talking, just not MY vast experience." Her smile was nearly as bright as the sunshine. "Ready to go?" I took my place beside her, pulled my mask down, put my regulator in my mouth, and nodded. We rolled off the side together. Bubbles tickle. I know, because Leilani was below me as we dropped, and her bubbles were running up my body. By the time we reached the bottom, the bubbles had me covered with goosebumps. Or maybe it was the sight of my darling Leilani's naked body. We knelt on the sand, side by side. Leilani's hair, usually tied back and confined during a dive, was floating free, adding an ethereal air to the situation. She moved around in front of me, and began to strip, in a way that no Vegas showgirl ever thought of. She unsnapped the front strap on her BCD, opening it to expose her breasts to me, then closing it quickly. Turning her back to me, she put a little air in the vest, undid the cummerbund, and draped the BCD off her shoulder. She gave me an over the shoulder glance as she did, quickly spinning her body out of her gear, which floated clear. She blew me a kiss, then beckoned me closer. As I did so, she switched to her spare regulator, which has a longer hose, and dumped the air from her BCD. It settled on the sand next to her, along with her tank. She then positioned herself on all fours. Now the weight belt made sense, as it held her on the bottom. It also gave me something to hold on to, which was good, because I was trying harpoon her. It was difficult to see my target zone, but I felt her hand gently grasping my cock, and guiding me in. This was much more fun than joining the 'mile high club'. First of all, I'm a big guy, so fitting in some airplane restrooms by myself can be a problem, let alone getting a second person in and having sex. Second, there was no rush. Other than the limitations of our air supply, there was no reason to hurry. It's not like someone else was going to knock on the door, or needed to use the ocean. There was a little bit of initial friction, but as soon as her Vaseline slicked pussy surrounded my Vaseline slicked dick, everything got smoother. I gripped her tight by the belt, and started to fuck. I lifted her off the bottom slightly in doing so, and eventually her legs were hooked up behind my ass, and she was resting on her arms alone. Kind of an underwater wheelbarrow fuck. Every time I slammed into her, I heard her grunt, and a little cloud of bubbles erupted from her regulator. Her big tits were floating and jiggling. It was absolutely surreal, and absolutely erotic. Leilani's grunts were getting louder, and soon her head snapped back. Her pussy clutched me tight, and a large cloud of bubbles obscured her head, flowing upwards through her floating hair. I held her close, feeling the orgasm slowly subside, then released her as she pulled away. She rolled over on her back, then shuddered and rolled up in a ball for a few seconds. When she relaxed, she looked at me, took her regulator out, and mouthed 'wow' while rolling her eyes. Then she spread her legs again and pulled me down on top of her, guiding me in again. She hooked her heels behind me and pulled me deeper, tugging on the vent of my BCD as she did. A few bubbles escaped, making me more negatively buoyant, and allowing me to resume my rhythm. Leilani was pulling in with her heels each time. Her tits were drawing my attention like a magnet does steel. They were floating, rippling, jiggling, quivering.... they were going to make me cum pretty soon. Pretty soon arrived. This time, my head went back, and I bellowed through my regulator, pumping her full of my sticky goo. Leilani held me gently as I did, her eyes bright in her mask. When I pulled out, little threads of spunk floated out of Leilani's cunt. It didn't take long for the local fish to show up for cleanup duty. Leilani was on her knees, scooping cum out of herself with her fingers, which the fish eagerly consumed as well. Air. We would need it soon, so Leilani quickly slipped her naked body back into her BCD, buckled up, and we headed for the surface. We held our safety stop at fifteen feet until our tanks were almost empty, just as a precaution. We were back on the boat moments later. Once our gear was safely stowed, Leilani grabbed a foam mat, her suntan lotion, and headed up to the roof of the boat. By the time I joined her, she was glistening with cocoa butter, and wasted no time in making me match her, using her body as the applicator. We slithered about on the roof, stroking and kissing each other. The sun beating down on us was so warm and welcoming, just like Leilani's arms. We laid there, on our sides facing each other. She had one leg hooked over my hip, keeping me close, and she was stroking my hair with her hand. I was caressing her breast softly. She looked deep into my eyes and kissed me. "Okay," she said, in a quivering whisper, "I'm ready. I'm ready for a relationship." She kissed me again, this time with all her soul. "I Love You." I sighed. The weight of the world lifted, and I smiled. "I Love You too, Leilani." So, we now had a new question to deal with, but I already had the answer. I would become a resident of paradise. It was only a matter of time.