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Someday Ch. 1

By: Miyelo Ina



Cassie took the gym bag her husband held out for her. He didn't comment on how light it felt, indicating just how few clothes she'd brought. She'd already kissed her four year-old goodbye and now her husband embraced her.

"Have fun," he told her and she listened to his tone very carefully for any sign of hesitation. If there had been any, she would have called off the whole weekend right there on the spot. But all she felt from him was love - enough love to let her go off for the weekend with another man and not worry about whether or not she'd come home to him.

She stood on the sidewalk and watched them pull away, her daughter waving frantically from the back window. Doug's plane wasn't supposed to land for another twenty minutes so she was in no real rush. It was a leisurely stroll out to the gate and her bag wasn't heavy enough to cause any discomfort.

Their plan was simple. He was flying in to Hawaii to meet her. He already had three nights reserved downtown in a hotel right on Waikiki and he was renting a car. That's why her husband dropped her off her at the airport. 

Cassie got to the gate before the main body of greeters so she was able to stand closest to the door he would come through. She put her bag on the window ledge beside her and dug out the two leis she'd brought for him.

The first was the traditional kind - gardenias and carnations, purple for a male. The second was also specifically for a man - small cowry shells strung together in a long loop. They clicked against each other as she pulled them from their bag, bringing a secret smile to her face. The sound reminded her of home. There was a set of these hanging on the back of her bedroom door that someone had given her husband.

Draping the leis carefully over her bag, she paced back and forth in front of them, her arms folded over her chest, holding herself tightly. She wouldn't admit to being nervous, but maybe she was just anxious for him to arrive.

As the crowd formed around her, the scents of the different flowered leis filled the air with sweet natural perfume. People pushed forward to try and be first at seeing their loved ones and the several native Hawaiians holding up tour group signs waited contentedly at the back of the throng.

She turned back to the window now and saw a Delta 757 taxiing up the runway in their general direction. A quick glance at the clock over the boarding gate told her the flight was right on time. How unusual.

The butterflies in her stomach, which up to now had been happy just puttering aimlessly around, went in to full combat mode - flinging themselves all around the interior of her tummy. She looked composed and confident on the outside though and that's what really mattered.

She wasn't sure why this sudden attack of nerves. They'd been talking almost daily for the past six months - not just online but mostly by phone. Purely by accident, she'd found herself falling hard for him during all the pleasant contact.

Cassie was one of the lucky ones though. She had a husband who loved her and trusted her and he let her explore this new relationship as much as she wanted or needed. Even up to this amazing culmination of letting her spend an entire weekend with him.


Before she'd made up her mind to accept the offer though, she'd done some long hard thinking. And the conclusion she'd come to, she discussed in length with her husband.

He'd told her, "You can get as involved in this as you want but you know the deeper in you go, the more pain you might be causing yourself in the long run."

That had taken a couple of days to fully seep in and it had made her wonder "Am I playing with fire?"

But fire was warm, and on cold days it felt very cheerful to stand beside and rub your hands together over it. And back in the mainland, it was January - full winter. She tried to return what she was feeling for this stranger to a nonchalant, just-good-sex kind of thing. Cassie hoped she could keep it on that level.

The plane seemed to stop right in front of her, it's nose pointing at her like an accusing finger. She watched the accordioned walkway reach slowly out and clamp itself against the fuselage. Cassie could only imagine what he was doing right now. Maybe standing and pulling something down from the overhead compartment; maybe reaching up high to help a shorter woman like herself, or maybe just standing patiently in the aisle waiting for the line of people to disembark. She wondered if he had butterflies too as she picked up the leis and faced the walkway.

Doug did indeed have his own stomach-churning winged insects. But he also had a obligingly firm bulge beneath his belt as he thought about finally touching Cassie after waiting all these months. He smoothed the wrinkles from his shirt, hoping she'd find him attractive enough.

The line finally started moving and he entered the hallway that would lead him to her. He knew she was there, he could already feel her. Carefully holding his carry-on in front of the slightly embarrassing rise behind his fly, he followed the other passengers.

He rounded one last corner and he could see into the terminal ahead. She'd told him she'd be wearing white and he'd seen a few pictures of her. He had no doubt he'd recognize her immediately.

And he did. A very petite yet intensely beautiful woman stood just outside and to the right of the door. She held two strands in her tiny hands - a garland of flowers and a string of shells. Her eyes met his and she too knew right away, causing her face to light up in a warm, welcoming smile.

She wore a white sundress with very thin straps that made her tanned skin appear even darker. He couldn't be sure what she might have on beneath it because although the fabric seemed thin, he couldn't make out any shadows through it - including the outline of her aureoles. He could see from here that her breasts were high and firm and there was an ample showing of dark smooth cleavage.

The dress was fairly short, reaching not quite to her mid-thigh and showing off firm, muscular legs. Her feet were also tiny and dark like her delicate hands. She wore white sandals and as he drew nearer, he could see the shine of some pearlescent polish on her toenails. Not gaudy but just enough sparkle to catch attention. And he saw her hair, pulled back by a simple white band. It was golden blonde, the color of new honey and although she'd told him it was long, he'd not pictured it like this. She stood sideways, her back to the huge glass wall and the brilliant afternoon sun streamed in to reflect a myriad of minuscule diamond points in the silken strands that lay against her back, over the soft curve of her ass and fell nearly as long as her dress. It was breathtaking.

He stopped before her and they both silently searched each other's eyes. Hers were the deepest blue of the ocean he'd just flown over and he felt like he might drown in their depths like a warm, engulfing sea.

"Hi," she said shyly. "Welcome to Hawaii." Cassie held the leis up and he had to duck his head so she cold put them around his neck.

"Thank you," he smiled at her. She looked up demurely at him, her eyes shaded by long lashes.

Then, unspoken, they reached out and embraced, their mouths hungrily seeking each other's. Cassie rose on her tiptoes, her head barely coming to the top of his shoulder, and she put soft bare arms around his neck. Doug crushed her body against his, heedless of the flowers pressed between them, his hands around her small waist lifting her to him. He vaguely registered that she had no panty line he could feel. 

Her mouth tasted faintly of sweet mint and she readily accepted his tongue inside her, sucking eagerly but gently on it, feeling its surface with hers. Doug heard her breath quicken slightly and she gave a low moan of pleasure only he could hear. Her stomach pressed against the swelling that had grown so hard it was almost painful.

If he thought he could halfway get away with it, he would have lowered her to the floor and took care of the initial pressure right here, right now, not caring who watched. But he didn't want to spend the little time he had with her trying to get out of jail for indecent exposure.

With all the self-control and discipline he could muster, Doug let her go.

"How far's the hotel?" he whispered with a lecherous grin.

She laughed, a sweet, comforting sound he already loved from hearing it over the phone. A blush had crept up her neck and cheeks. He could see now by just looking down that she didn't have a bra on either.

"Not very far, about twenty minutes," she answered.

"Good," he exclaimed, circling an arm about her waist and turning. "We've got to hurry because it's kinda hard to walk."

Another laugh. "I know. I'm squishing with every step."

That didn't help relieve any of his tension.

While he waited in line to pick up his rental car, while he waited at the baggage claim carousel, he couldn't keep his hands off her. Fortunately, she didn't seem to mind and actually appeared to be afflicted with the same syndrome. She held his hand eagerly, she touched his arm constantly, she touched his cheek, his shoulder, his back. Before they exited the terminal, she'd already marked him with her clean fresh scent like a cat rubbing itself against its master's legs.

A small van shuttled them out to pick up the car and during the ride they had time for another lingering tongue and tonsil exploration.

The car was one of those brand new Mustang convertibles, deep red. Not your typical rental vehicle but perfect for the balmy tropical weather. While Doug loaded their bags in the little trunk, Cassie tied her long hair in a knot, forming a ponytail to keep the wind from tangling it unmercifully.

When they were seated, he turned to her and said, "You know I love you, don't you?

She smiled but he could see a little hesitation behind her eyes. She still had trouble saying that back to him. He felt her affection radiating off her in waves but she seemed so afraid to say it. He again wondered about what incident might have happened to her in her past that left her unable to express such a beautiful sentiment. Her earnest smile held an unspoken apology for it.

"It's okay," he told her, patting her sun-warmed thigh. "I know what you're thinking."

"I'm glad," she admitted with visible relief, the discomfort seeming to waft away on the fresh ocean breeze.

Just then Doug realized what he'd done unconsciously - laying a hand on her thigh. And, he realized that sitting here amidst this sea of empty cars, they were basically alone.

"Can I touch you now?" he asked. "I think I'll go insane if I don't."

A naughty little smile crossed her full rosy lips and it gave him all the permission he needed.

He leaned over and started with another deep, wet kiss while his hand cupped a breast. As he continued running his tongue over her lips, his right hand behind her head, he slipped his left hand down inside the bodice of her dress. He felt her shrug one shoulder and the strap slid down her arm, giving him full access.

The skin was so soft, like a infant's, and he could see a well-defined tan line. He let his hand drop further inside, holding the breast with the small, hard nipple pressing into his palm. Then he took it firmly between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed it gently, eliciting a sigh of delight from her. 

Doug pulled his head back as he continued to roll the nipple and saw that Cassie's eyes were closed and her lips were parted in a small "o". She wanted his touch as much as he wanted to give it.

Checking one more time for any prying eyes, he leaned over and pushed the top of the dress down, exposing the whole full breast. It was the color of new cream, pale and luminous against the dark skin above and below it. The nipple and aureole were the same pale shade, only one pinkish degree darker than the rest of the breast. It was crinkled with her excitement and the nipple was like a tender pink pebble.

He put his lips on it, sucking it and the surrounding flesh into his mouth. Her skin tasted remotely like caramel and the nipple pressed urgently against his tongue.

While he continued the suckling, he let his hand move back to her thigh, not settling for a reassuring pat this time, but pushing up further, parting her legs and probing with a finger until he found the wetness he wanted. 

It was so very wet, and hot and as smooth as the rest of her baby skin - shaved bare like she'd told him. As he started to push one finger between those puffy lips, she reached down and stopped his hand.

Doug looked up at her, questioning with his eyes.

"Not here," she breathed. "Not yet." Her face was flushed beneath her tan.

He smiled. "Alright. But I may get a speeding ticket on the way to the hotel."

"Tickets aren't very expensive here," she teased, pulling the strap of her dress back up.

Smiling, he brought the damp end of his finger up to his face and breathed in her scent. A musky, enticing aroma made the ache in the pit of his stomach all that more palpable. And when he tasted it, he knew exactly what he was going to do to her first when they reached the hotel. It was like ambrosia.

Cassie directed him out of the lot and onto the freeway in the downtown direction, then she surprised him. She slid over close, put her left arm on the back of his seat and reached boldly into his lap with her right hand. As she fumbled with the zipper on his jeans, he had to pull the car quickly back into his own lane.

"That's not fair," he only half-heartedly protested.

"Sure it is. You can still drive while I'm touching you."

He wasn't entirely sure of that but he was willing to give it his best shot.

A groan escaped his lips as she reached into the waistband of his underwear and pulled his rock-hard penis out into the sunlight and air. Her hand clasped the shaft firmly, her fingers kneading the length of it expertly.

Doug wasn't sure what people saw as he passed them on the highway, no did he care.

Cassie didn't speak, she simply stared at his profile, obviously judging her efforts by the contortions of his face.

"Get off here," she instructed a few minutes later.

He almost told her he wasn't quite ready to get off yet but then realized she meant take the next exit. With a slightly embarrassed laugh, he downshifted and moved into the deceleration lane. He found himself approaching a crowded intersection with more cars coming up behind him and he wondered if he should ask her to stop.

However, Cassie acted again before he could decide. She gave a quick glance around and lowered her head, filling her mouth with his cock. He could feel the muscles at the back of her throat contracting around the head.

"Oh Gahhhh…" he cried out in shock, his eyes nearly rolling up in his head at this unexpected wet heat. He was only just able to bring the car to a halt behind a minivan while Cassie bobbed her mouth up and down on him.

Reflexively, his eyes closed and he let his head fall back while waiting for the green light. Doug felt himself swelling up and he was just about to cum when a horn blared behind him.

As he opened his eyes, he saw that the van was most of the way down the next block and traffic was passing him on both sides - the passengers all studying him curiously. At that moment, Cassie increased her speed and pressure and no matter what he'd planned to do, he could do nothing but fill her mouth full of hot sperm. And he couldn't keep the cry of release in his lungs. The stares of the passing motorists grew more intense as he felt himself helplessly draining down her throat. Behind him, the impatient car beeped again.

When his spasms subsided, Cassie sat up, wiping her mouth delicately with her hand. She smiled at him, that same demure, innocent smile and said, "Um.. the light changed."

Doug could only stare at her in wonder until an angry voice from behind started yelling at him to go. Shaking his head in disbelief, he put the car in gear and pulled forward. 

"Paybacks are hell, honey," he warned, his breath still heavy. "You better watch out."

Cassie's eyes twinkled with mischief now. "I hear you," she said sweetly.

Someday Ch. 2



Fifteen minutes later they were parking across the street from the hotel where Doug had made reservations. It was called the Hale Koa and it was on the west end of Waikiki beach. The decor was casually elegant and the prices were very reasonable for this world-famous locale.

It took them no time at all to check in and get the room key card. Their room was on the seventh floor and had a small balcony overlooking the beach. There was one king-sized bed, covered with the obligatory flower patterned spread. As soon as the door was shut with the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the outside, neither of them cared a whit what the room looked like. They didn't even bother to close the thick flowery curtains.

"I want you naked in front of me right now," he told her, surprised at his own directness.

Cassie smiled. "You too."

Doug shook his head. "Eventually. But right now, I want to watch you get naked for me."

He was amused as he watched the virginal blush start up her neck again. However, she only hesitated a moment before she reached a slender hand down to slip off her sandals.

Doug sat on the end of the bed and gave her his full attention, starting at her beautiful, perfectly formed little-girl feet. His mouth watered to suck on those toes.

"It's not going to be much of a show," she said quietly. "I've only got one thing to take off."

In a voice deep with his growing lust, Doug answered, "That's my kind of show."

She stretched it out another few seconds by untying the knot in her hair and pulling out the band. With a shake of her head, it fell loose and soft, pouring over her shoulders and upper arms like molten gold.

"That's incredible," he whispered under his breath. He wanted to bury himself in it and disappear off the face of the earth, never to come out of that halo again.

Cassie eased the straps off both her shoulders and pushed the top of the dress down slowly. First deep cleavage, next full breasts with the palest of nipples. His head began to swim with anticipation.

Next her darkly tanned belly was exposed, taut and leanly muscled. She had a tiny belly button and he saw that it was pierced, something she'd not told him about before. A gold ring, the size of a pinky fingernail hung there, sparkling against the bronzed field of flesh behind it.

Finally the dress slid snugly over her hips and fell to the floor. She stood before him, completely nude and not even seeming all that self-conscious.

Doug openly stared at certain places on her body. He noticed that , despite the fact that she was over thirty, there was no sign of sag, wrinkle or gray hair anywhere on her body.

Her lower lips were plump and closed, like she'd described to him. Currently, they were shaved as smooth as a pre-adolescent girl's. Her thighs were rounded, probably more than many men appreciated, but Doug could see they were solid, completely firm with hard, trained muscle. The kind of short, well-developed legs that many high school cheerleaders have.

"That's so beautiful," he told her, moving his gaze the length of her body. "You are so beautiful."

He stood and enfolded her in his arms, her soft naked skin rubbing against the buttons of his shirt and the rough fabric of his jeans. He vaguely wished he was nude already, not wanting to stop the hug for a second.

"Lie down," he whispered into her ear and he let her break the embrace. Smiling timidly, she climbed up on the bed and slid backwards to the center.

Doug sat down on the edge momentarily and pulled of his shoes and socks. Then he stood again and unbuttoned his shirt. Cassie watched every move with her own lust growing, her eyes half-lidded and approving.

He dropped his jeans and underwear in one smooth motion and she saw he was fully erect already, ready for round number two.

"On your back," he insisted. 

So with the flutter of anxiety again in her tummy, she lay back, her head nestled in a downy pillow.

Doug lay on his stomach across the bed, his legs hanging off behind him, but his face was conveniently hovering directly above her smooth and puffy lower lips.

He urged her powerful thighs apart with a gentle nudge and was content to just gaze at her for a moment. Moisture glistened there invitingly. Her scent was a gentle caress in his mind that beckoned him to explore further.

His tongue traced the inside of her left thigh, gliding up towards the center. Then he turned his head and gave a lingering kiss on the other. Sliding his arms beneath her legs, he nuzzled the wet pink lips.

The taste was faint, salty yet sweet, almost an intangible thing that had his tongue questing for more. He licked up and down the slit, parting the labia and pushing inside, through the tight ring of muscle he found there. Now he discovered the origin of the delicious fluid he seemed to thirst for and he lapped at it like he needed it to live.

Cassie's hips rocked up to meet him rhythmically and her breath was raspy. With each exhalation, her sounds of ecstasy grew louder, more urgent.

Doug continued to fuck her hard with his tongue. She reached down with both hands and touched his face as he plundered. Her knees were up, her feet flat on the bed and her hips began moving faster.

He changed tactics then, just to tease her a little. When he withdrew his tongue, he replaced it with his long middle finger, probing upwards and forwards for that little knot of nerves. His mouth now concentrated on her swollen clit, flicking it so lightly that she gave a cry of protest.

"I told you about the payback," he panted, coming up for a quick gasp of air.

"Not fair!" she whined, but the motion of her hips didn't even slow.

He put his attention back on her clit, moving his tongue faster and harder and alternating it with moments of intense sucking. He knew it immediately when he found her G-spot because the muscles in her thighs went rigid.

Her moan ranged higher in pitch now and he reached up with one arm around her hips. She grasped his hand and he could feel her strain as she reached her first climax and fell into it. Her breath stopped with the first contraction around his finger and came out in long, hoarse gasps with each following wave. Hotter and sweeter juices flowed out of her and drenched his hand and his chin.

As the muscles slowed their pulsing, her breath dropped to a normal range. He could feel her whole body go limp around him.

Doug lifted his glazed face so he could see hers. As he licked the excess from the corners of his mouth, she opened her eyes and saw him watching.

A contrived expression of petulance settled itself on her fine features. "So, I guess you got your revenge?"

He laughed and crawled up until his body covered her. "Not by a long shot, honey."

There was a fleeting glimpse of panic in her eyes but then she gave him a sultry grin. "Do your worst! I dare you!"

Though he was hard enough to slide straight into her, he didn't do that right away. Instead, he wedged it inside the warm labia and drew it slowly back and forth, directly across her clit.

She jumped from the shock of the hypersensitivity and tried to push him into another position. However, he quickly took her hands and pinned them to the bed with his own. He let his weight hold her torso still.

"Ohhhh…." She cried as he continued his slow stroke. Her thighs trembled against his. What seemed like a perfect mixture of pleasure and agony wailed from her lips and he felt her begin to orgasm again.

"Okay," she said softly when it was over. "You win."

"Just making sure," he said, bringing his face down to meet her lips for a kiss. It only took a moment to transfer the scent of her juices from his lips to hers, so every kiss after that one, he was reminded of how good she tasted.

Now that he was wet enough, he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out very long. Cassie relaxed her hips and parted her legs fully for him.

"What?" he asked. "Is there something you want?" He was supporting his weight with one arm and guiding himself towards her tight opening with the other. He paused just as it pressed against her.

"Mmm huh," she murmured, trying to maneuver him into her by grinding her hips. 

"Tell me," he whispered, a deep resonant command.

"I want you inside of me," she breathed heavily with anticipation.

With one thrust, he pushed completely inside, all the way to the hilt so to speak.

She cried out again and he felt her fingertips dig into his shoulders. For a brief instant, he wondered if he'd hurt her. She was as tight as the one virgin he'd been with years ago and he felt every fold and wrinkle of the flesh that engulfed him. After her initial cry though, she whispered, "Oh, yes…"

"So, you just wanted me inside of you?" he taunted, holding absolutely still. "Nothing else?"

He nearly lost it at that moment because he felt her clutch him with the muscles down there. It was almost like a mouth sucking him and he knew he could cum this way very quickly. She squeezed him a few more times and he could imagine a hand gripping him, stroking him. A quick glance at her face made him suspect that she really wasn't aware of the effect this had on him.

"I want you to fuck me," she said unsurely, almost meekly.

That gave him the control back and he smiled. "I can't hear you, honey."

In a more determined tone, she spoke up. "I want you to fuck me, Doug. I want to feel you fucking me hard…"

Her last word tapered off into a groan as he began to pump his hips, moving in and out of her. She arched her back and brought her hips up to meet him.

"Yeah…" he breathed, "Oh yeah!" He waited so long for this moment, and fantasized about it in so many ways.

Cassie brought her legs up and wrapped them around his waist, rocking herself against him with his every thrust, driving him so deep inside her that he felt her cervix with every down stroke.

He tried to put off the orgasm for as long as possible but it was difficult - there was just too much desire that had built up for too many months. It was surprising to him that he was about to have his second powerful orgasm this close to the last one too. And somehow, he knew in the back of his mind this wouldn't be the last one of the evening.

"I'm about … to … cum," he gasped, and she was gasping at the same rate.

"You can cum inside of me," she told him, "It's okay."

Doug was glad to hear that because he had no desire to pull out of this velvet vice.

He kissed her again and she moaned into his mouth, gasping. The very air that she was breathing was coming from his mouth locked on hers.

His own cry echoed through the room as he felt himself swell up and explode inside her. When she knew this, she clasped him tightly to her with her legs, pushing him in so deeply that their pubic bones were grinding together. 

Doug felt like he'd turned into a garden hose, spraying her insides with hot, thick semen. There was so much of it that he felt it ooze out of her around the shaft of his softening penis.

His arms had locked during the release and now they were giving out. Cassie ran her hands up around his neck and pulled him down to lie on top of her. He was afraid of mashing her so he rolled slightly to one side, his dick coming out of her with an audible pop of suction being released. It made them both laugh tiredly.

"Damn, that was great," he told her, lifting an arm so she could cuddle in to the crook of his shoulder.

"It was wonderful," she agreed, settling her head on his chest. Her hair lay out behind her in a fan.

"So now that we broke that preliminary tension, we can get down to some serious lovemaking," he said.

Cassie let out a very cute squeak of alarm.

"We can take a little break," he smiled. "But I'm not going to stop touching you."

"Like I'd want you to stop," she teased.

The rest break didn't last very long. With the nearness of her warm naked skin, he found himself getting hard again quickly. After a repeat performance, they collapsed in a heap, suddenly realizing that it was very dark in the room. They'd been so aware of nothing but pure sensations of flesh that they hadn't noticed the sun was down.

Doug checked his watch and found that it was almost 9pm. They'd been at it for almost five hours.

"I think I worked up and appetite," he said, wiping sweat from his forehead.

Through sleepy eyes, Cassie said, "I don't know which I'd like most, a nap or a cheeseburger."

He rolled up next to her and gave her and affectionate squeeze. "First the cheeseburger, then the nap."

She smiled, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder. "I'll try."

They debated briefly on whether to go our for a bite or order room service. When Doug stood up and his knees felt like wet noodles, they decided on having something brought up. In addition, he asked for a pitcher of plain ice water. They were both parched and Cassie felt like her tongue was stuck to the roof of her mouth. In fifteen minutes, they were replenishing their energy.

After he put the tray of empty dishes outside the room, Doug stopped in the restroom and took care of some business. When he came out, he heard Cassie's voice. Quietly, she said, "I love you too." Then the phone clicked into the cradle. He was puzzled but didn't question her about it. She didn't offer any explanation either, but he thought he could guess who it was.

Cassie had wanted to take a shower after the meal but she made the mistake of putting her head down on a pillow. Her lights were out instantly.

Doug was exhausted too - after all, he was working on a timetable of three hours later However, he only wanted to sit beside her and watch her while she slept.

Her lashes cast long shadows on her face, slack and peaceful now. Her small hands were folded beneath her cheek and she made the faintest sound, like a bunny snoring. She was curled into a fetal position and he saw chills on her skin - it was still faintly flushed from her last orgasm.

Just before he turned off the lamp, he pulled the heavy covers up over her to keep out the cold air from the air conditioner. In the dark, he curled up behind her like a spoon. Still fully asleep, she snuggled back against him. He drifted away soon afterwards to the sound of the cool air.



Someday Ch. 3



Cassie woke first in the morning - coming to consciousness very slowly. Bright sunlight peeked through the crack in the heavy curtain. She became aware of several things at once. Number one, the arm draped lightly over her waist did not belong to her husband; number two, that was okay; number three, she needed a shower so bad that it felt like her legs were stuck together. She didn't want Doug to wake up and see her like this.

Very carefully, she pushed the covers off herself and rolled out from under his arm. She tiptoed quietly across the room, picking up her bag as she went. She closed the bathroom door before she turned on the light.

A quick glance in the mirror made her grimace. Her hair was tied in knots from all the thrashing and sweating she'd done the night before. But she smiled to herself. It was worth it, even though it took more than fifteen minutes before she was able to pull her brush through it without snags.

The water in the shower seemed incredibly loud after the silence she'd tried to maintain, so she tried to make it a quick but thorough one. However, the warm stream beating down on her head and shoulders lulled her into a relaxed trance. She stood still, her arms down at her sides just letting it pour over her face, down her neck and spread its heat over her full breasts. The things she'd done last night with him had left her in a state of heightened sensitivity and even the feeling of the water on her skin was a sensual experience.

A soft sigh and a wistful smile distracted her enough so that she'd not heard the bathroom door open. But when the curtain rattled, she jumped in surprise. Doug was stepping into the shower behind her.

"Ah, I can't believe you'd start without me," he teased her.

"Well, you just seemed so peaceful, sleeping like that…" she said, turning to face him. Like most men, he'd gotten up with a morning stiffy. Cassie raised her eyebrows, looking pointedly at it and said, "Mmmm, is that for me?"

"For nobody else," he smiled, then he leaned down to give her a gentle good morning kiss.

"I'll wash your back if you wash mine," he offered, reaching for the soap.

"Sounds like a deal to me," she answered.

He dropped the soap into her palm and said, "You go first, 'cause I'm planning to take longer."

"Oh, yeah?" she gave a questioning look.

"Oh yeah," he confirmed, turning to offer his back.

Cassie took her own sweet time, only beginning with his back. It was wide and well-muscled and the skin was soft and smooth. She ran the bar of soap over the whole area, starting at his neck and ending at his waist. She ran her fingers along the muscle roots, not only washing but also giving a deep massage. She worked his shoulders too, and after using a little more soap, she went down his arms to his hands and fingers - her hands sliding firmly against his skin.

She moved slippery fingers over the cheeks of his butt and lightly through the crack, noticing that the morning wood seemed to fortify itself. After going down and back up each leg, she asked him to turn around.

While staring up into his eyes, she dragged the bar over his chest, the hair catching in it and causing little bubbles. She rubbed it lightly over each of his nipples until they were stiff, then she used her hands again, scrubbing, kneading, teasing.

She knelt before him, rubbing her hands together to work up a thick lather, then reached for his scrotum, gently soaping it and the area below it. Very slowly, she circled the shaft of his cock and washed it thoroughly, until she could see it producing its own moisture at the tip. Then she held it under the stream of water to rinse it off. When the soap residue was gone, she gave its head a lick to taste the precum.

"Just making sure it was all the way clean," she said with a naughty smile.

"Oh, I see," he smiled as he reached down and pulled her to her feet. "But now it's my turn."

Doug started on the back of Cassie's neck after she slung her wet hair to one side. He massaged every inch of her back, her shoulders, arms and down to her fingertips, using a touch that was a little rougher than hers. She braced herself against the wall of the shower, ducking her head away from the flow of water so she could look back and watch him.

After he rinsed her back and re-soaped his right hand, he leaned in and pressed his chest against her back. While he gently kissed her neck, the slick right hand caressed the firm round cheeks of her ass.

Cassie arched her back and tilted her head to give him better access to the tender spot beneath her jawline. She felt his fingertips probe down between her cheeks, sliding easily lower until one finger pressed against the very tight hole. 

She moaned low in her throat as he pushed the finger inside, easing past the tough muscle. The shower had nothing to do with how wet she was getting now.

It puzzled her when he stopped, but he only said, "Not yet."

Taking the whole bar of soap now, he pulled her body to his and reached around her, running the hard soap down the valley between her breasts, then cupping each one and washing it with his hand. Her nipples were erect and he took time to roll each one between his fingers. Cassie could feel his hardness pressing into her ass.

He made small foamy circles on her tight dark belly, tugging teasingly on the little gold ring, feeling the chill bumps rise beneath his fingertips. And then he moved further down, using the soap to press between her labia, which were hot and puffy now. 

Replacing the soap with his fingers, he washed between those lips and up inside where more hot liquid flowed. He cupped his hand to bring water to rinse it so the soap wouldn't burn the delicate tissues there.

"I rinse and rinse," he said, "But I just don't seem to be able to get all this slippery stuff outa there." Every time he touched her, she got wetter and wetter. He laughed easily, pinching her clit lightly. "I just don't understand it."

Cassie couldn't take the teasing anymore and she suddenly turned around and put both hands on his face, the soft beard tickling her palms. She pressed her lips hard against his, sucking his tongue anxiously into her mouth.

He lifted her and pushed her up against the cold tile wall at the back of the shower stall. Maneuvering his hips into place, he found that she was a little short to comfortably take in this position, so he raised her off her feet and pinned her to the wall with his body, impaling her in a single motion.

She cried out at this sudden intrusion and momentary alarm at having no place to stand. It felt wonderful though and as she wrapped her arms around his neck, she wrapped her legs around his waist, forcing herself onto his cock and driving it even deeper.

"Oh yes," he whispered, his mouth right beside her ear. "Oh yes!"

Despite the soreness from all the friction of the night before, Cassie found herself cumming quickly. All the sensations nearly threw her into an overload - the cold wall behind her, Doug pounding into her, the delicious pain between her thighs and the way he held her off her feet all worked together to make her giddy.

Doug had his own new sensations to contend with. He was a little bit raw himself but not enough to hurt. The way her fingernails dug into his back, the fresh smell of her skin, the light fragrance of the soap in the air and the hot spray beating down on his back and shoulders all served to take him to the point of no return in a haze of sensual input.

He came so hard that he threw his head back and cried out "Ahhh!"

Cassie's breath was so ragged that he almost became alarmed. But she shook off his concern and gulped huge breaths of moist air, still clinging to his neck but sliding down till her feet touched the porcelain tub.

"Wow!" Doug said, correcting his balance just before he would've tipped over.

"Yeah, wow," Cassie repeated, still leaning heavily against the wall. It wasn't cold any longer, having warmed steadily by her body heat. She had the urge to just slide down the wall and plop on her butt.

"I think we're going to need some vitamins if we keep up this rate," he laughed, moving back under the shower head.

"And a tank of oxygen," she added, enjoying the play of muscles in his chest as he began to wash off the sweat they'd just created.

He only laughed again and smiled his affection for her.

It took Cassie a little longer to wash her hair and Doug waited inside the stall to watch her. Though petite, her limbs moved with careful grace, very sure in their actions and beautiful to observe.

Doug got out first and was brushing his teeth when Cassie stepped out with her hair wrapped up in one towel and another tied modestly around her body.

"It's a little late to cover up now, don't you think?" he made a playful grab for the towel but she sidestepped him.

"I just don't want to drip everywhere," she said, digging in her bag for her own toothbrush.

"But I like it when you're all drippy," he whispered suggestively, this time catching her and giving her a lingering embrace.

"I know. But I'm losing so much moisture I'm dehydrating," she laughed, burrowing into the hug.

"You too, huh?" he let her get on with her brushing. "I feel like if I cum one more time without adding a few liters of water, I'm going to be blowing dust out of the poor little guy." He said that looking down at himself, fully flaccid for the first time since they'd left the airport.

Cassie laughed so hard she sprayed toothpaste on the mirror.

"So, where's a good place to get some breakfast?" he asked, digging through his bag for appropriate clothing.

She shrugged, rinsed her mouth and wiped the mirror clean. "There's a little snack bar downstairs in back. They have breakfast stuff."

"That sounds good. Down on the beach?"

"Close. We could swim if you want…" she suggested.

"Cool. But only after waiting the obligatory thirty minutes after eating."

"Of course!" she laughed again, loving his easy sense of humor.



Someday Ch. 4



They dressed casually, he in swim trunks, a T-shirt and tennis shoes and Cassie put on a simple bikini that exactly met her tan lines. It was a soft peach color, cut high on her hips and leaving most of her bottom bare. It wasn't quite the butt floss that the younger girls seemed to favor, but enough warm curve was visible that it was stimulating for any man who looked. With blond hair falling in waves down her back, her cleavage high and full, he couldn't imagine any man not looking.

Cassie pulled out a colorful tote and when he looked curiously, she said, "Beach stuff."

She took out a long sarong with a pastel floral pattern and folded it in half. When she tied it around her waist, she put the knot to one side. The fold of the fabric ran just below her belly button and the bottom of it went to mid-thigh. She showed him a couple of other things in the bag - sunblock, sunglasses, flip-flops and her own T-shirt to keep off the sun if needed. She put the glasses on, pushed them up on top of her hair and stepped into the flip-flops.

"I'm ready," she smiled.

"Wow, I'm impressed," Doug said. "You break the stereotype of a woman taking hours to get dressed."

"Yes I do," she admitted. "I hate vanity."

He smiled as he watched her walk to the door, thinking that she'd still look better than most women if she had curlers in her hair and a wart on her nose.

Cassie opened the door, paused and turned to him expectantly. "Coming?"

Doug couldn't resist that straight line. He answered, "Not right now, but hold that thought."

She couldn't let him have the last line. "Bring it over here and I will, " she smiled sweetly.

The snack bar was a fifteen minute walk around the back of the huge hotel. They were lucky because it served breakfast until noon. They arrived with all of ten minutes to spare and had coffee and doughnuts under an umbrella on the lanai.

"Want to walk awhile?" he asked when they finished and threw their trash away. The sun was high in the sky and it warmed their skin despite the cool breeze off the ocean that ruffled the palms over their heads.

"Sounds great to me," she agreed.

A green and shady park separated the hotel from the beach. On one end, right out on the sand, was a little bar with a thatched roof, something like Gilligan might have built on his island. At the other end of the park there was a volleyball court and an equipment rental shack - same kind of thatch.

They strolled across the soft grass hand in hand, dodging a Frisbee and several little kids running from their mommies. Even with the shouts and laughter from the clumps of people they passed and the sound of the constant surf only 50 yards from them, the place was relatively quiet, very peaceful and completely conducive to romance.

They both paused at the edge of the wide white beach long enough to remove their shoes. Cassie put hers back in her bag and slung it over her shoulder, adjusting the dark sunglasses on her nose.

The sand was pleasantly warm crunching beneath their feet and the beach wasn't all that crowded here since it was reserved for hotel guests and not open to the general public. However, as they turned left, towards Diamond Head, they could see throngs up ahead. Waikiki on a Saturday afternoon - no space to drop your towel.

"It's okay," Doug told her when she voiced her concern. "We'll just walk and then come back here to swim."

The noise grew louder as the approached the public beach. Doug recognized areas to his left along Kalakaua Avenue from different movies and TV shows. This was the main strip. The smells of suntan oil, beer, the salt water and exhaust from the road mingled uncomfortably in his nostrils. It made him wonder what all the big fuss over this beach was. Hell, the Gulf Coast of Florida had nicer beaches.

What he did find interesting was the way Diamond Head, that ancient volcanic crater, loomed over the area. It leant the place an ominous air, watching like some beast getting ready to leap down and devour all the half-naked people here. 

"Can you go up there?" he asked her, shielding his eyes and squinting to see the top of the crater.

"Yes you can. You can drive right inside through a little tunnel. There's a military installation inside."

"You're kidding. Really?"

"Yeah, a bunch of commo equipment. It hasn't always been open to the public. And over here," she pointed to the highest point of the hollow mountain, "There are steps inside you can walk up and come out on the rim."

"Very cool," he said, still staring. It was an intriguing sight. "Let's go up," he suggested.

Cassie shrugged. "Sure. But we'll need to drive. It's much further away than it looks."

"Okay," he nodded. "After our swim."

It had been longer than he could remember, the last time he'd gone swimming in the ocean. He thought of times when he was a kid and his family vacationed at the beach. It made him want to run right in and let the waves crash over him. He could remember liking that very much.

But of course what he liked most was how Cassie's little hand fit so warmly and contentedly in his own. They were easy together, that was the only way to describe it. Whether they were laughing and teasing or just walking along in silence, there was nothing uncomfortable about being in her presence.

"I can give you the around-the-island tour if you want," she said, pulling up closer to him. "It's a full afternoon's drive."

He accepted. "Alright, little Miss Tour Guide. As long as we're together."

She smiled happily, her eyes shining with some emotion he wasn't quite sure of, and she nodded.

"Let's go back now," she told him, tugging on his arm. "There's too many sexy women down this way. Wouldn't want you getting distracted."

Doug caught her around the waist and pulled her up to face him. Putting his mouth very close to hers, and looking deep into those dark blue, almost violet eyes, he whispered, "Like that could ever happen." And he sealed it with a warm kiss, filled with all the passion he could convey in a public place.

When they broke away, she had a shy smile on her soft lips that told him much more than any words she could have spoken.

Back at the hotel beach, they picked a mostly empty patch of sand and dropped their things. Doug waited on her to untie the sarong and they went down the slope together.

"This is cold!" Cassie cried as soon as the first gentle wave broke over her feet.

"Wuss." Doug teased, plowing right in. But he couldn't stifle a yelp when the next wave plowed him squarely in the sensitive parts.

"It is winter," she pointed out quite unhelpfully.

"I didn't think it ever got winter over here," he said, his voice quivery with the shock of cold. He jumped up and down in the water to try to acclimate his body.

"Sure it does. Sometimes it drops down to 60."

"Oh, you poor baby, " he said as he lunged for her.

Cassie guessed what was coming and she tried to back away.

"Doug, don't," she warned, putting her hands out to block him just as he scooped, one arm at her back and the other behind her knees. 

"I hate to have to hurt you!" she cried, gritting her teeth for what was about to happen.

Doug only laughed.

"I'm gonna freeze!" she screamed, putting both arms around his neck.

"I'll keep you warm," he whispered, carrying her out into deeper water.

"No!!!" but it was cut off when he gave her a gentle toss and she disappeared under the water.

She hit the next incoming wave butt first and went straight to the bottom in about three feet of water. Just to be a sport, Doug dropped down beside her.

Cassie came up sputtering and trying to clear all that hair out of her eyes.

"Okay!" she cried. "Okay! You asked for it!"

She jumped for him, both hands aiming for his head. He caught her easily though and shoved her under again.

When she came up next time, spitting water, she whined, "That's not fair!" And getting a determined look on her face, she dove back under the water.

He wasn't sure what she had in mind so he watched her silhouette swim nearer. Suddenly he felt both his feet lifted out from under him and his butt grinding into the sand beneath another wave. 

When he regained his feet and came up, she was standing triumphantly over him, water droplets beading on her dark skin.

"Okay, truce," he said laughing. "I thought you were cold."

"I am," she said in a pouty little girl voice. "And it's all your fault!"

"Then c'mere," Doug reached out and grabbed her upper arms. She tried to jump back, thinking he was going to dunk her again but he only pulled her close to his body. It was already adapting to the chilly water.

"Nice," she said, her arms going around his neck once more. Now she brought her legs up and wrapped them tightly around his waist.

"Mmmm… yes it is," he echoed, holding her hips hard. She felt a bulge starting to grow between his legs.

Using the leverage she had with her limbs, she began to grind her hips into him, smiling innocently into his eyes.

"This could get dangerous," he threatened, letting go of her with one arm and reaching down between her legs. He eased a finger inside her bikini and between the lips that had already puffed up. There was a slickness there much warmer than the surrounding water.

She continued to thrust and twist her hips, causing his finger to press harder into her.

Doug glanced around them and decided that no one seemed to looking and the water was not clear enough for their lower bodies to be seen. He withdrew his finger and freed his cock over the waistband of the tight swim trunks. Using the very stiffened member, he pushed aside Cassie's bikini and lubricated the shaft of his penis. He was able to slide inside of her in front of hundreds of eyes that most likely didn't suspect a thing.

Though she tried, Cassie couldn't help the small cry she gave as he penetrated her. She had to bite her lip to keep her expression calm but couldn't fake it for long. She put her head against his neck and closed her eyes, moaning so only he could hear. Doug sighed as he moved his hips slowly back and forth, enjoying the feel of the cold water on his balls and the hot Cassie on his cock. The opposing sensations were awesome.

His hands on her hips helped push him so deep inside her that her breath speeded up and soon she was clutching his should almost frantically.

Two guys came within ten feet of them on their way out to where the surf was higher and to them, it was very obvious what was going on.

One of them, a tall blond surfer, laughed and said, "Get it, dude!" Thankfully they didn't stick around for the finale.

Which just happened to come quicker than Doug imagined. When he felt Cassie's muscles rhythmically contracting on him and the little "oh… oh… oh's" she was exhaling into his ear with every pulse, he couldn't hold back. Maybe it was all the unique circumstances that intensified the lovemaking, but he felt like he filled her with a gallon.

They clung together in the waves as their own waves subsided.

"Do you think we'll ever be able to touch without having an orgasm?" she asked him, floating away a foot or so. She had a little clean-up business to do.

"Not if I can help it," he grinned.



Someday Ch. 5



They swam for about an hour, then sat on the beach for the better part of another one, taking turns rubbing each other down with the oil Cassie had brought. There was hardly a smell she loved more than the ocean and the coconut oil mixture, unless it was Doug's skin right now.

It seemed that they never ran out of new things to talk about. Doug found himself entranced even to listen to mundane things in her life; her job, her daily routine, little things she liked to do around the house. And Cassie wanted to know everything about him all the way back into childhood. She asked more questions than a four year old and he loved sharing it all with her.

Finally though, he said, "Let's continue this inside somewhere. I'm roasting." His skin wasn't used to this kind of exposure and he didn't want to risk a painful sunburn. He wanted to be free to enjoy rubbing any part of his body on hers, not just the parts hidden from the sun.

They stopped in the room only long enough to pick up wallets and car keys and drop off the beach stuff. Doug wondered about changing clothes but Cassie informed him that here on the island, flip-flops and a towel were often considered formalwear. Or at least it seemed that way. She did take time to comb her wet hair and pull it up into a long ponytail.

As they drove, the wind whistling over them made the early afternoon sun bearable - even pleasant - to Doug, who had come from winter. He wasn't sure he ever wanted to leave this place and not just because of the weather.

The thought made him turn and look at Cassie. She was looking out over the ocean on her side of the car and he was able to stare at her openly. Her legs were crossed and the sarong covered the upper part modestly. But the curve of her soft shoulder, the swell of her breasts in the bikini top, all the way down the smooth dark arm to the artistic little hand just beside his on the center console made his heart pound so loud he was sure she could hear it.

As if in confirmation, she turned and caught him watching. He couldn't see her eyes behind the dark glasses but the two playful little smile lines on either side of her mouth crinkled deeply. She placed her hand over his and turned contentedly back to the scenery. Feeling it necessary but not wanting to, he turned his attention back to driving.

It was only a few miles to Diamond Head but then he had to curve around and up the crater. They passed a lookout point where the whole windward side of the island was visible. Cassie told him not to worry about stopping though, they were about to drive around to that area anyhow.

They spent nearly two hours inside the crater. The walk up to the summit was a bit strenuous, doing over 300 steps, but they were in fairly good shape so it was nice. It was a good thing the car rental company put an emergency kit in each car and it included a flashlight. The steps leading up were inside a dark cave and not passable without the light. 

Once on top, they'd leaned against the rail and looked down over Waikiki and the whole downtown area. They'd stood quietly, Cassie's back against Doug's chest and stomach and his arms around her, shielding her. The wind whipped past them up here, drying little curls of hair around her face.

On the walk back down the steps, hand in hand again, Doug commented, "I'm beginning to see why people want to come to Hawaii. The scenery is great."

"You haven't seen anything yet," she said. "Wait'll you see the mountains over by Kaneohe."

"It gets better?" he asked, "Wow."

"Any particular place you'd like to see?" she asked as they got back in the car.

"Besides the hotel with you?" he teased.

She rolled her eyes. "I knew you were going to say that."

"Yeah. Sunset Beach. It's famous, right?" he answered.

"As a matter of fact, today is a perfect day to go there. It's not that great a place in the summer, but this time of year the surf is big. Really big. They're getting 20 footers up there this week." She sounded very excited.

"Twenty feet? That's huge!" he exclaimed.

"It's great. Every time we hear about big surf, we run up there and just sit and watch it. There's nothing better to relax you after a long hard day."

"Sure there is," he grinned lustfully.

Cassie sighed. "What am I going to do with you?" Then she realized she'd left herself wide open. "Never mind!" she added quickly. "Don't answer that! I'll figure it out for myself."

Doug only laughed and leaned over to kiss her sweet, pouty mouth.

Her directions were very simple. Follow the road away from Diamond Head around a long curve to the left, make a right and he'd be on the road that circled the whole island. It was name for the famous King that had ruled the island long ago, King Kamehameha. Called Kam Highway for short.

They passed through the richest section of the island where multi-millionaires lived up on a ridge called Hawaii Loa. Huge houses looked down over the highway and the beautiful beaches across from it. Just past that was Koko Head, ¾ of a volcanic caldera that sea water had seeped into, forming a natural bay - Hanauma Bay - where snorklers and divers could swim with neon-colored fish and sea turtles.

Coming down the other side, Doug saw the bluest ocean water he'd ever imagines. It was so blue and had so many sparkling diamond points on its wave crests that it didn't even look real.

"It looks like someone must come along every night while people are sleeping and dump blue dye down there," he mused.

Cassie laughed. "And every once in awhile, somebody wanders into the police station downtown, their skin and hair all blue, and they say 'I was just out swimming last night Officer, I don't even know what happened!'"

Doug snickered. "It's be the worst case of blue balls ever."

Cassie grimaced. "That's bad. Very bad."

They went on around past the Blow Hole, Sea Life Park and Chinaman's Hat, just enjoying each other's company and with only one minor disagreement. Cassie put the radio on a heavy rock station and Doug wanted to find one that played country music.

"Hmmm… uh… they don't have any country stations on the island," she bluffed.

"Yeah, like I believe that."

To settle things, they left the radio off. It would have interrupted their conversation anyhow, and neither of them wanted that.

As predicted, Doug was impressed with the cliffs on this side of the island. They appeared to be covered n a plush green carpet and the jagged tops of them disappeared into misty clouds. Because they were relatively new in the geological time scale, looking at them made one expect dinosaurs to come rampaging through the shadowy valleys at any moment.

After going around the northern tip of the island where Turtle Bay was, the road came back close to the shore and Doug got his first look at North Shore winter surf.

It broke high on the beach and the breakers frothed and churned as another wave poured over the ones trying to roll back. A dangerous riptide was clearly visible about fifty feet off shore and the waves as far out as he could see were larger than he'd imagined. He'd never seen anything like it except in pictures.

Sunset Beach, the most famous surfing beach in the world, was just around the corner and as predicted, it was packed. Doug was able to squeeze the car between a palm tree and a mini van.

"Don't leave anything valuable in here," she warned. "This is the second worse tourist attraction on the island for cars being broken into."

"What's the first?" he asked, checking to make sure his wallet was safely in his pocket.

"Waimea Bay, down the road. If you watch, we'll pass signs on the road saying 'High Crime Area'. Isn't that neat, they even advertise."

He laughed and maneuvered out of the door he could only open halfway.

"We didn't bring any towels," he pointed out as they crossed the sidewalk.

"Oh, honey, you don't want to swim here, not when it's like this. You notice there's nobody out there. It's even too rough for surfing today." She pointed out the "Hazardous Surf, Dangerous Shore Break" signs placed all along the beach as they found a place to sit. "I learned that the first month I was here. I nearly drowned in less that knee-deep water by getting caught in the undertow. And I'm a great swimmer."

Thinking of her in that kind of danger was not a pleasant thought. He sat behind her, his legs on either side of her and held her close, protectively.

She sighed, peaceful and relaxed against him. Holding her tightly, he whispered, "Just in case of a wild wave."

It made her smile and she placed her hands over his, content.

The drive had taken nearly three hours and it was already after seven pm. The wind was whipping the trees and had turned cooler but their body heat kept them both warm.

"It's green flash weather," she mentioned absently.

"It is?" he asked. "Should we worry?"

Cassie rolled her head back against his shoulder and laughed softly. "No, we're safe. The green flash is something that's very hard to see. When the sun goes down way out on the horizon, if there aren't any clouds in front of it, sometimes the light will refract just right through the water and cause a flash like green lightning. It's instantaneous and very, very rare to see."

"Is this a joke?" he asked. "One of those folk legends like snipe hunting?"

"No," she said matter-of-factly. "It's real. I've seen it one time, purely by accident. If I'd known what it was at the time, I would have had proof. I was making a picture of the sunset about two years ago and just as it disappeared into the water, I started to snap the picture but something flashed and scared me. I looked away from the camera and missed the shot."

"That sounds neat," he said, but Cassie thought he was still skeptical.

They sat in silence, listening to the surf and watching the break high over rocks a little to the south of them. Sometimes the foam would spray 40 or 50 feet into the air. It was the kind of image artists loved to paint.

It wasn't that Doug got bored of watching, it was just the nearness of Cassie that distracted him. Before long, he'd pushed her ponytail aside and started nibbling on her neck. He was pleased when all her skin broke out in goose pimples from his attentions.

Cassie wiggled and turned sideways in his arms so she could look up at him.

"I can't stand that too long," she shivered.

"Then I'll find somewhere else to kiss," he smiled, caressing her lips gently with his own. That rapidly progressed to a tongue duel that seemed to last forever, with only occasional breaks for air.

Despite the chill in the breeze, Cassie warmed up quite nicely and she unconsciously rubbed her thighs together, feeling slightly like a cricket trying to chirp. It made her wonder absently if grasshoppers suffered from sexual tension.

Anyone watching them thought they had to be newlyweds on a tropical honeymoon, or two teenagers "necking" on a first date.

When they relaxed for another quick breath, they both noticed people walking past them. Cassie glanced around and saw that the sun had already slipped below the horizon and a lavender and peach dusk was darkening to purple above them.

She settled back against his chest. "Well, I guess we just had better things to do."

"Yeah," he agreed. "The sun goes down every day. I only have one more day with you. Easy choice, that one."

She laughed quietly, satisfied.

"Hey, you getting hungry?" he asked. Brunch had been a very long time ago.

"I guess so," she admitted, sitting up straight and stretching. While he talked, she absently plucked at the curly dark hair on his leg beside her. It tickled him.

"Any good places nearby?"

"A few in Haleiwa down the road. A very good Mexican restaurant, and it has wonderful margaritas."

Doug lifted his eyebrows, liking the sound of that. She'd told him once on the phone that when she had a bit of a buzz going, she lost all her inhibitions and got horny as a chinchilla. (If you don't know about the sex life of a chinchilla, read up on it.)

"Ready?" he asked, pushing himself to a standing position. He offered her a hand up and a hug for just being there. With cooling sand sticking between their toes, they climbed the slope to the car, which thankfully seemed unmolested.

He drove south, past the old quarry of Shark's Cove where huge plumes of spray caused a mist as thick as morning fog to hang in the air. The smell was enchanting though, salty and fresh. Right around the corner was the very famous Waimea Bay where innumerable surfing competitions were held every year. Haleiwa was about three miles past there.

The place was a quaint little hole-in-the-wall called Rosie's Cantina, but the aroma of real Mexican food that hit him as he entered made Doug's stomach growl. It seemed to be a very popular place because they had to wait twenty minutes for a table. During that time, they sat at the bar amidst tanned, lanky guys with sun-bleached hair still wet from the surf and native Hawaiians, dark as Indians, laid back and friendly. And Cassie had one and a half margaritas. He noticed that she became much more talkative. They shared a basket of warm tortilla chips but basically she had nothing in stomach and was getting cutely amusing.

Finally a table opened up for them next to the front window. The remnants of the surf watchers were bumper to bumper going home now on the narrow two-lane road outside.

Doug couldn't help himself, he was just so hungry. He got a large combination platter and another beer for himself. That was his limit when he was driving. Cassie ordered a salad and water, not wanting to get out of control and annoying.

"I want you out of control," Doug told her, holding up another chip for her to bite.

"It's not pretty," she warned. "I get the urge to run and I have to be somewhere doing something."

Doug ordered her another margarita.



Someday Ch. 6



By the time the meal was over, she was giggling at the slightest remark. She wanted them to hurry and leave because she knew the perfect place for them to go. She wanted to skinny dip.

She'd been right about what the drinks would do to her. She bounced circles around him as they walked to the car. And he was so full, he could hardly move. "At least," he figured, "I can work off supper chasing her."

"Think I should put the top up?" he consulted her. "It's a little bit cool out here."

"No!" she exclaimed. "I love riding at night with the wind blowing on me!"

As he settled in the seat and started the car, she untied the sarong from around her waist. He backed the car up and saw her untying the bikini top.

"What are you doing?" he asked with great interest.

She smiled a deliciously nasty smile and said, "Just something I like to do at night sometimes."

Before they were even out of the brightly lit parking lot, her top was off and forgotten on the floor. While he waited to pull out onto the still busy highway, several people walked by the car and got an eyeful. Doug looked at her in amazement, seeing that she thought nothing of it. In fact, the way her nipples were poking straight out like beacons, he deduced that she like it very much.

He couldn't help but laugh at her enthusiasm while at the same time, hoping no cops came by.

"So, where are we going now?" he asked, pulling out onto the highway. The traffic had thinned somewhat while they ate.

"It's called Kaena Point," she told him. "As far as you can go on this side of the island, unless you have a jeep. It's very private, very dark. We can do whatever we want."

He liked the sound of that because frankly, her boldness and exhibitionism was very exciting to him.

"Just stay on this road until it ends," she directed. "Then we'll be there."

While he followed her directions, she pulled her feet up beneath her to lift her body up into the wind. As he left the little town behind, he drove faster. Cassie closed her eyes and held her slender arms out from her sides, throwing her head back and closing her eyes in pure abandonment.

The wind eventually blew her hair out of its ponytail and it streamed out almost three feet behind her. He could hear her sigh with delight as the cold wind tugged at her delicate nipples. By the orange glow of the dashboard lights, he could see they were crinkled so tightly they looked painful. He couldn't resist reaching over and touching the one closest to him.

She jumped slightly in surprise, but only said, "Mmmm…"

He continued to pinch the stony little rise nub between his fingers, feeling his pants getting even tighter at the crotch and wanting to warm her skin with his mouth.

"This makes me so horny," she said. "I love it."

"How much further?" he asked.

"A few miles, not very far."

"So take care of your horny problem," he suggested, not sure what reaction that might cause in her.

She considered it for a moment, then shrugged. "Okay. I'm wet enough to cum in a minute."

He felt the tip of his cock getting about that wet.

Cassie rose in a squat and for a moment he was afraid if she lost her balance, she'd fall right out of the car. However, she slipped the bikini bottom off gracefully and moved into a new position. She leaned her back against the door, propped one foot on the dashboard in front of him and the other balanced against the side of his seat giving him a fantastic view, even in the dim light.

It was so difficult for him to keep his eyes on the road when she put her hand down between her tight, shaved lips. Between glances out the windshield for safety's sake, he saw her at first stroking her clit with her middle finger and the next time he looked, he saw two small fingers disappearing inside her.

"Oh…" she moaned loudly, fucking herself with her two longest digits. Over the whine of the wind, he caught the wet sucking sound her pussy made.

"If we aren't there, I'm going to pull off to the side of the road," he told her. "I can't miss this."

Cassie paused and poked her head over the level of the door to check their position.

"Pull off onto any of these little roads on the right," she said. "They all lead to the beach."

Doug pulled the car onto the first dark sandy turn-off he came to. There were deep ruts he had to avoid to keep from tearing out the underpinning. The drive was very short, off the road, through a hedge-like row of trees and bramble and then they were beside the ocean with the moon high and bright above them. He could see her body, now pale, almost ghostly in the natural light. When he switched off the ignition, he turned to face her, wanting to see her make herself cum. He loved the sounds she made.


However, in Cassie's current state of mind, she'd already moved her attention to something else. She had the door open and went sprinting across the sand.

His jaw hanging in surprise, several things flashed through Doug's mind. First, "Shit! I wanted to see that!" Second, "Shit, she could get hurt out there!" She could drown or there could be some nut out there watching her. He leaped out and ran after her.

It was fortunate the moon was shining so brightly. Doug caught her just before she hit the water. They fell into a wet, sandy heap. Cassie was laughing, Doug was panting.

"Girl!" he admonished, "You could get hurt like this! Or drown!"

"I'm a good swimmer," she protested, struggling out from under him. "And the surf isn't bad here at the point."

"What if some maniac had been sitting out here in the dark with a really big knife?"

"Only mahus get killed out here," she told him seriously.

He thought maybe she was kidding. "What's a mahu?"

"A guy dressed up like a girl. And I'm not dressed," she laughed giddily.

Well, that was very true. No one would suspect her of pretending to be a woman. He let her up.

"Get naked," she whispered, "Let's go in the water."

Except for one thing, the thought was extremely appealing. It would just be so damn cold!

Cassie didn't wait for a response, she ran right in, squealing when the waves hit her. Turning to face him, she bent down to splash him with water, causing her breasts to jiggle enticingly. How could he resist that?

Doug kicked off his shoes while he pulled his clothes off and headed towards her.

Actually the water didn't seem as cold as it had earlier in the day. The temperature of the air had gone down so much that the water - whose temperature hadn't changed - now seemed warmer in comparison.

She continued to splash him playfully and when he tried to grab her, she dodged away nimbly, giggling, then splashed him from a new position.

"Oh, so we're gonna play rough, hmm?" he commented, stepping closer to her. He'd already begun to stiffen from just observing her play. There was a feeling a bit like guilt in his head as he watched her. Maybe like breaking a taboo. Yes, she was a grown woman, but her small body, her enthusiasm, her lack of any false pretense and her sheer joy romping in the water made him feel very much like he was seeing a little girl. Granted, a very sexy and experienced little girl, but it still gave the illusion of someone much younger.

That thought went right out the back of his head when she teased, "If you catch me, you can have me!" He jumped for her but she'd already turned away and began to run.

Thankfully, his legs were much longer or there's no telling how far she would have gotten. She cried out in pretend fear as he splashed up behind her and caught her around the waist. She continued to pull until they both fell down in the water's edge. He spread his body out on top of hers to hold her down.

Finally, laughing delightfully, she said, "Alright! I give up!"

"Good," Doug breathed a low whisper and covered her mouth with his. It tasted faintly sweet, like the strawberry margaritas she'd consumed.

Her response was immediate. Her arms went around his neck and her kiss went harder with passion. She spread her legs wide for him and planted her feet in the still-warm sand.

It was a simple move to slide deeply inside her. Doug pulled back and stared down at her face, luminous in the moonlight. She smiled up at him earnestly. A wave broke on the shore at their feet and white foam came up around them, fanning her long hair out like a corona.

"I love you," he whispered. Her smile deepened demurely and she lifted her head to meet his lips again.

The lovemaking was slow and gentle, like the waves that flowed around and over them. He just wanted to be inside her, to feel that intimacy last forever and the more time he took with every stroke, the longer it lasted.

He lowered his head and sucked lightly on a nipple, tasting the sand and salt on her, but also her own tantalizing flavor underneath. When he felt her begin to cum, squeezing him with those tight muscles and whispering his name, he couldn't hold off. He filled her to overflowing, trying to will her to understand his love for her with every drop he gave her.

Doug shivered as he came, then dropped his head down against her neck. He smelled the beach, the salt, the oil she'd used earlier and even her shampoo and he filed that scent away as a souvenir of tonight that he knew he'd look at every day after he left her. Of course, right now, he just didn't want to move at all.

The spirit of the alcohol seemed to have been tamed because Cassie was content just to lie there under his warm body and run her fingertips lightly over his back and shoulders without needing to speak. He watched her eyes and the way they examined every part of his face. She seemed pleased with what she saw there.

"It's a long drive back," she told him a little later, tickling his ear with a fingertip.

"It can't be that far," he smiled, "It's just a little island."

"We're going to go from one side to the opposite side though. It'll take about forty-five minutes."

"So you're ready to go?"

She nodded. "Yeah, it's getting a little cold out here."

Doug stood and helped her up.

"Whoa!" she exclaimed, grabbing his arm for balance. "Head rush!" The alcohol was still active.

He slipped an arm snugly around her waist and she did the same to him as they walked back up the beach. The air on naked wet skin was a bit intense.

"I hope I can find my clothes," he said, suddenly considering the possibility. The drive back might not be so bad if the didn't find them, but going up to their room could prove be a bit awkward.

Finding them turned out not to be a problem. Getting the sand out of them and out of his bodily nooks and crannies took a little longer.

Cassie shook her hair to try to get as much grit out of it as possible. It lay in dark wet ribbons down her naked back.

Doug put the top up on the car to keep out the night air. Cassie's skin was covered in chill bumps and she shivered now. Her system was showing signs of slowing down, the alcohol taking its sedative effect. She looked exhausted. Instead of putting the bikini back on, she unfolded the sarong and tied it around herself, making it a dress now. She curled up in the front seat, bringing her feet up beneath her and hugging herself.

"You better tell me how to get back to the hotel now," he said. "I'm guessing you're going to be asleep soon."

Again the directions were easy. The road curved up a mountain, turned into an expressway, merged with another expressway, turned into a four lane street that went through downtown and eventually came to a red light. One right turn would put them right in front of the hotel.

"Sounds easy enough to me," he smiled and started the car.

Cassie propped her head against the seat and the door, staring out the window into the darkness. Her back was to Doug and he thought she was already drifting off to sleep. She managed to stay awake though for about ten miles, until they passed the road that led to her house. She wished her husband and daughter sweet dreams, turned to smile at Doug and put her head on her hands against the seat back facing him. In minutes, she'd sank into slumber.

Her instructions were perfect and the drive was quiet and uneventful. At every stoplight though, he glanced over at her, curled into a ball and breathing softly. Her face was smooth and slack, her features peaceful and beautiful.

It seemed a shame to wake her when they reached the hotel. Doug could have sat and watched over her all night if the valet hadn't stood outside the window waiting to park the car.

"Sweetie," he called softly, leaning over to brush some damp strands off her cheek. "We're there. Wake up."

Cassie stirred slowly, her eyelids fluttering a few times before consciousness took hold. She grimaced at the light shining under the hotel's canopy.

"You okay?" he asked, digging in the floor for her bikini. "Can you walk alright?"

"Yeah," she sighed sleepily. "I'm okay."

Doug got out and went around to her side to open the door and take her hand. She adjusted the sarong to cover any peeping body parts and they went to the elevator.

"You look so tired," he commented.

Another heavy sigh. "Kinda."

Once upstairs, he ran a deep warm bubble bath for the two of them. He climbed in behind her and felt the hot water take away the chill he'd had earlier. Cassie let him wash the sand and salt out of all that golden hair of her and shivered pleasantly when he soaped her back and shoulders. They lay together as the bubbles evaporated, she with her back against his chest and he legs over his. He had his arms around her, lightly dribbling warm water over the exposed parts of her breasts and upper arms.

Soon after getting comfortable, Doug noticed she'd not moved or spoken in the last few minutes. He leaned around her and saw that she'd floated off to sleep again. But it felt so good, he didn't want to move.

However, when the warmth finally dissipated from the water, he woke her again. This time she would only come halfway awake. He helped her get dry, then lifted her in his arms and carried her to their bed. She blinked a few times as he tucked her in warmly and kissed her forehead.

"I'll be right back. Just going to brush my teeth."

She nodded and snuggled down into the pillow.

While he got ready for bed, he heard her voice in the other room, almost a whisper, saying, "I love you, goodnight."

For a moment, he assumed she was talking to him, but then he heard, "Give her a big hug from mommy in the morning" and he realized what she was doing. With a quiet pang of melancholy, this only emphasized that tomorrow was his last day with her.

By the time he was back in the room with her, she seemed to be right back asleep. However, when he crawled under the covers, she rolled over and wrapped an arm and warm thigh across him. He kissed her gently once more and let sleep bring him dreams of the ocean, bright sunlight and Cassie's soft body.



Someday Ch. 7



Doug woke first on Sunday morning. Before Cassie opened her eyes, she heard the low sounds of a TV program and smelled something like frying bacon. Her eyelids weren't awake yet, even though they kept trying to open.

She felt for any signs of a hangover before she even tried to move. Three drinks wasn't a lot, but…

Thankfully she seemed to have escaped the headache and queasiness and her only problem was a very dry mouth.

As she began stir, Doug stretched out on the bed beside her, propped on his elbow. 

"Good morning my love," he whispered, stroking her cheek. "How ya feeling?"

Cassie yawned and stretched her arms above her head. The blood started to flow again and she sighed. "I'm okay. No major malfunctions."

"I'm glad to hear that. Hungry?"

She sniffed the air again, sure now of the smell of bacon. "Yes, I am," she answered. "What smells so good?"

"I ordered up breakfast. It just arrived a few minutes ago. Want to join me?"

She smiled and nodded and eagerly accepted the light good-morning kiss he offered.

Doug was happily surprised when she didn't bother putting any clothes on before following him to the table beside the balcony window. He'd opened the curtains a foot or so to let in the sunlight.

There was bacon - like she'd guessed - eggs, ham, potatoes, toast, pancakes and melon. It wall looked so good that she wanted to try a bit of everything. However, she settled on toast and melon, and of course some bacon.

"So, what do we do today?" Doug asked her.

Cassie shrugged, her breasts bobbling nicely with the motion. He couldn't keep from glancing down at them. 

"I don't mind," she said, "Is there anything else you'd like to see or do?"

"Just what I'm looking at now," he leered, winking at her.

She blushed, a charming reaction, and rolled her eyes.

"I need to get some stuff for some of my friends," he said. "Souvenirs."

"They've got a million shops all along this strip," she pointed out, biting off a piece of ripe, sweet melon. "There's a place down the road where a person could spend all day walking around. It's called the International Marketplace."

"That should work," he agreed. "I guess we'll eventually get there."

"What do you mean 'eventually'?" she asked.

Another of his nasty smiles. "Well, when you're done, I'm going to show you a neat trick with that syrup."

Raising her eyebrows in curiosity, she asked, "Oh yeah? What?"

"You'll see…"

"Okay…" she said doubtfully, however, she did return him a smile of anticipation.

Her meal didn't last very long - after being kind of drunk the night before, she didn't want to risk making herself sick. When she was finished, she pushed her chair back and stretched long and yawned.

Doug stood, grabbed the small bottle of syrup and offered Cassie his hand.

"So, this is going to mean another shower?" she wondered.

"Not necessarily," he pointed out. "I'm pretty thorough."

"Oooh, I know," she cooed.

"Lie down on your back," he whispered and Cassie crawled up on the bed obediently. 

Doug sat beside her and simply looked at her body, exploring every inch of her skin only with his eyes. He continued to whisper about how nice and edible she looked and what he liked about each part of her anatomy, about the softness of her skin, the curves of her body.

Without even feeling a physical touch, Cassie could sense his attention as a tangible thing. It seemed to lie over her like a light blanket. She wasn't surprised when she felt wetness between her thighs.

The bottle he held was chilled and condensation had formed on its outer surface. First, Doug touched the bottom of it to each nipple and cold drops ran down her breasts. Even though she hissed when she felt the cold and pulled away slightly, he held it against the little pink point until it became fully erect.

Next he tilted the bottle and let a thin line of the cool, thick liquid spill down over the breast. With his warm tongue, he caught the end of the spill and licked upwards towards the aureola. The contrast in temperature was wonderful and had her breathing very hard very quickly. Then he repeated the process on her other breast, while squeezing the first one firmly. And he was thorough. There was no hint of stickiness after he was done.

Doug pulled away from her and stood up by the bed. She was concerned that this was it, the trick he wanted to show her. He couldn't possibly leave her in this heightened condition, could he?

But she realized he was very erect and knew he wasn't nearly finished with her.

He went to the end of the bed and crawled up between her legs, propping high on his elbows. With one hand, he opened her puffy labia, exposing the clit and inner lips to the air. With the other hand, from about a foot above, he poured the syrup directly on her clit.

Cassie moaned in surprise but felt her pussy throb. This was such an alien feeling that she nearly came then.

What he did with the bottle, she wasn't sure but he used both hands to hold her open wide as he put his tongue inside her, spreading the thick, gooey stuff around. He licked from her opening up to her clit, catching every single drop of the sweet syrup and her sweet juices. She couldn't hold off her orgasm for more than a few minutes and she soon shuddered, her pussy clamping shut on his tongue.

"Oh, yeah," he whispered. "That's so good."

She murmured something unintelligible he took to mean she heartily agreed.

"No while I have you at my mercy," he said, dipping his finger inside her, "I want to fuck your ass. So turn over for me."

A look of fear crossed her face, but it was mixed with an expression that told him she kind of liked some fear like that. She bit her bottom lip trying to make up her mind.

"Now," he commanded in a deep, powerful voice. It was not in her nature to resist that tone and she quickly turned over and got on her knees, her decision made for her.

She closed her eyes and pulled a pillow up under her chest to clutch, hoping the pain would be bearable. Sometimes it wasn't.

He began by using his finger in her pussy again, getting it wet and sliding the juice up to moisten the tiny little rosebud of her ass. Slowly and gently, he inserted a finger, massaging in a circle to loosen the area.

"Oooh!" she squealed into the pillow. This was a feeling she loved.

Next, he added another finger and stretched with two for a few minutes, also rubbing her clit to minimize any pain he might be causing.

She didn't want to cum again so soon, especially before he was inside her, but what he was doing was the very act that sent her to climax faster than any other.

He finally withdrew the fingers and got on his knees, leaning over her back to whisper, "Just relax, okay? Tell me if it hurts too much and I'll stop right away."

Cassie only nodded and wrapped her fingers in the pillow, preparing for his entry. He didn't know just how much pain she had learned to accept from practicing a d/s lifestyle for the last year. Often, the more intense the pain, the more she could feel her mind floating away with pleasure.

Doug lubricated himself with her endless flowing juices and placed the head of his iron-hard cock against the opening. With slight movements of his hips, he pushed into her slowly.

She cried out and gripped the fabric so fiercely her knuckles went white. But since she didn't tell him to stop, he continued. With several more gentle thrusts, he was completely in her, his balls resting against the soft swollen lips and his wiry pubic hair brushing her firm ass cheeks.

The pain was exquisite as he began to move, a deep searing burn centered around his invasion. However, it was mixed with sheer physical pleasure brought on by her mental pleasure in the illusion of vulnerability that this act gave her. The sounds coming from her throat were that of a wounded animal, but she was soon grinding her hips back against him as his thrusts grew faster.

He was experiencing his own mounting emotion. She was so tight around him that he almost felt as if she was peeling him like a banana, but at the same time, the muscles inside her kneaded him, building him to climax very quickly.

Doug grabbed a handful of her hair, remembering that she'd told him her fantasies of playing rough. He tugged it until her chin pointed up and she couldn't move her head. Smiling, he noticed her moaning grew louder.

"Do you want to feel me cum in your ass, Cassie?" he asked her, his voice a low growl.

"Yes…" she stammered, "Yes… oh please!"

"Then tell me," he demanded. "Tell me what you want, little girl!"

"I want you to cum in my ass!" she whispered frantically, her hips pumping him wildly.

"Do you want to cum with me?" he asked.

"Yes, oh yes I do!" she cried.

"Then cum now!" he told her. "Cum for me now, cum with me now, Cassie!"

Doug felt himself swell nearly to bursting inside her, then felt the release come immediately, shooting his hot, thick semen deep inside her. Suddenly Cassie screamed and he felt her sporadic contractions that seemed to keep squeezing him much longer than he was accustomed. During her spasms, she sounded as if she was fighting for every breath, almost like she was sobbing.

When the waves stopped, she collapsed the upper part of her body, flopping down on the pillow panting. He carefully withdrew and stretched out beside her, rubbing her back.

"Are you okay?" he asked, worried that he'd injured her. "Did I hurt you?"

"It was… just so… intense," she huffed, dropping her lower half to the bed now. "Wow!"

Doug smiled his satisfaction and continued to stroke her back until her breathing returned to normal.

"It's a good thing we're going to be walking around today," she laughed, "I don't think sitting would be too much fun."

He laughed uneasily, hoping she was only kidding.

They cuddled together for another quarter of an hour until Cassie felt herself getting comfortable enough to fall asleep. "We better get up," she said, "Or I'm not going to move all day. Except to get closer to you."

"Okay," he sighed. "If we have to."

"Well, I need to go wash off a few places," she said primly. "Or wash out… more like it." Her blush was charming.

To Be Continued...



Someday Ch. 8



The dress Cassie wore today was a light floral print, fitting snugly at to top to accent her breasts and flaring into a short flouncy skirt that ended just above the middle of her thigh. She braided a loose ponytail into her hair, leaving her smooth brown shoulders bare. It all gave her the look of a delicate, graceful lady - an amusing contrast to how she'd appeared at the restaurant the night before.

"You're gorgeous," he told her as they exited the room together. "You make me just want to stay here all day."

She smiled and rose on her tiptoes to give him a soft kiss on his cheek.

They both found sunglasses necessary today, especially walking beside the street where the glints of sunlight bounced off chrome like laser beams.

The Marketplace was only a few blocks up from the hotel. They walked the whole area over, looking in every shop. Doug bought several things for his sister and her family and some of his friends at work. Everything was beautiful and new and interesting to look at but he kept finding himself distracted by the girl who walked beside him and trustingly held his hand.

Sitting at a small open-air café, he reached across the table and took both her hands in his. For a few moments, he just stared into her deep blue eyes, knowing he was already hopelessly lost there, but not regretting it for an instant.

"Do you know I love you?" he asked her, squeezing her hands.

She smiled at him, genuine and bright as the sun overhead. "I know."

He didn't expect her to say it back, but she did add, "You know how I feel."

And Doug knew. She gave him all of herself that she was able to give and it was enough to make him happy.

After their break to rest and rehydrate, he asked, "What do you want me to buy you?"

"You don't have to buy me anything," she said, "I'm happy just being her with you."

"But I want you to have something to remember this time by," he told her.

Tapping a finger to her temple, she said, "I will always remember."

"So you don't want anything?"

She shook her head. "I've got it all. And what I have, no one could ever take away."

He couldn't argue with that logic so he simply smiled and let it go. For now.

"Actually there is something I want," she exclaimed.

"Yes?"

"A potty," she grimaced. "After that drink… you know… "

"I saw some back that way," he pointed in a direction they'd already explored.

"Okay," she sighed, relieved. "Will you be right here when I get back?"

"Sure," he said. "Be careful." As she hurried away, he knew it would take good fifteen minutes to walk there and back and to deal with the long lines in front of the restroom. He was glad because a plan had just formed in his mind. He'd have to hurry before she returned.

By the time she reached the head of the line, Cassie was just before dancing. She felt her eyes begin to tear. When she finished, she cut through the crowd quickly to return to the spot where Doug was supposed to be waiting for her.

With a puzzled furrow to her brow, she wondered if she'd remembered her way back incorrectly. He wasn't where she thought she'd left him. Shading her eyes, she rotated in a circle, scanning the crowd for him. Then with a smile, she noticed him moving quickly towards her from the opposite direction. 

Doug put an arm around her and kissed the top of her head. "You haven't been waiting long, have you? I figured with the long line, you'd take awhile. I'm sorry."

"It's … it's okay," she said, but he could tell that had made her a little bit nervous. He felt that she held his hand a little tighter now.

They spent the whole day at the Marketplace, not even thinking about the time until the sun started to fade. Doug knew he was sunburned, but figured he needed some visible sign to take to Vegas to show all his friends. Cassie only seemed to get browner.

On an impulse, they stopped in for dinner at a little restaurant called Chuck's Steak House. It just smelled too good to pass by and they weren't disappointed with the food. The service was a little slow though, sitting in the very dimly lit place, but Cassie made the time pass nicely by slipping off her sandals and stroking his calves and thighs lightly with her small foot. She moved her chair a little closer to him and one foot went up into his lap, pleasantly teasing him until he was straining behind his fly.

"You realize tomorrow that I'm going to start suffering Cassie withdrawals," he teased. 

An almost stricken look rose to her eyes. "Don't," she said in an almost pleading tone.

Concerned, he asked, "Don't what?"

"Don't talk about that now," she implored, staring sadly into his eyes.

"I'm sorry," he told her. "I won't bring it up again."

She nodded, but some of her enthusiasm had dimmed.

"Want to walk on the beach for a little while?" she asked when they were back at the Hale Koa.

"Sure," he readily agreed. The night was warm and wonderful. Waikiki was less crowded on the last day of the weekend. "Let's go up and drop this stuff off."

He took his own potty break and when he came out, she was placing the receiver of the phone back into its cradle. Her expression was sheepish but he didn't ask her about it.

However, this time she volunteered. "He just wanted me to check in so he'd know I was okay."

Doug nodded with understanding, but it was just one more sign of the inevitable.

"Ready now?" he asked.

"Yes." She had decided to go barefoot now.

As they strolled along the dark garden paths - lit every fifteen feet or so by a small light on the ground - Doug plucked an intricate red flower from a tall bush and tucked it behind one of her ears. She only smiled and wrapped both her arms lovingly around one of his as they continued walking.

Instead of the beach, they decided to stop at the bar beside the shore. There were only three other people there besides themselves and the bartender, a big dark Samoan. They ordered drinks and took them to the farthest corner, a table out on the beach itself. The ocean caressed the shore like a quiet lover tonight, the waves barely audible. They sat in the dark, sipping their drinks, holding hands and kissing each other softly.

Soon after they arrived, someone turned on soft music - jazz or something similar. Doug stood and pulled Cassie to her feet to dance in the sand near their table.

He held her close, pressing his cheek against her sweet-smelling hair. She pressed into him, losing herself in his warm skin and the firmness of his arms.

The palm trees over their heads whispered softly with the same breeze that lifted wisps of Cassie's hair up to tickle his nose.

"I want to be inside you right now," Doug whispered as he brushed his lips across her forehead.

Cassie pulled back slightly and gazed up at him. "You are," she said, patting her chest. "Right here."

There was no better way she could have responded.

They continued to sway together for a few more songs until the physical passion began to get the better of them both. 

"I'll race you upstairs, " Doug teased.

"No fair!" she faked a whine. "You'll win."

"If I do, what will I get?" he asked.

"Whoever gets to the elevator first gets to be on top," she suggested.

"Okay," Doug smiled, "I accept."

"Go!" she shouted and they both took off across the sand at a run. At first, he felt a little silly, doing something this childish. However, he realized these kinds of untamed, spontaneous actions were what made Cassie Cassie.

He had a sizable lead on her because of his much longer legs. About halfway to their goal, he paused long enough to turn and see where she was. Suddenly he realized the race really wasn't fair. She'd taken a shortcut up the side, up a gently sloping ramp not immediately visible in the dark. That left him heading for the long, awkwardly wide flight of steps. She had been to this hotel before.

Cassie stood placidly beside the waiting elevator, looking none-too-guilty.

"You cheat, little girl!" he accused, making a grab for her. She jumped away from him, straight into the elevator. 

Cassie only laughed and kept trying to dodge him.

"What a brat!" he exclaimed, taking time to press the "close door" button followed by their floor number. Now she couldn't get away from him and he quickly took advantage of that by pressing her against the back wall, pinning her arms. He started to nibble softly on her neck.

Cassie giggled and half-heartedly tried to struggle to be free. She didn't have the desire to really get away but the struggle excited her. Their lips hungrily found each others and the kiss went on until the elevator "dinged" at their floor.

Once inside the room, they started to undress before the door fully closed. Doug tried to grab her and push her down on the bed but she held firm.

"I won, I'm going to be on top!" she protested. "You lay down this time."

"Yes ma'am!" he laughed and flopped backwards, spread-eagle and already hard.

She climbed up and sat on him, not pushing him into her but just sliding slowly back and forth on him, staring mischievously down into his eyes. He took a firm hold on both her hips and lifted her up and forward until she was on her knees, her pussy resting squarely on his chin and mouth.

"That's cheating again!" she said, but it turned into a moan as his tongue filled her. She didn't protest any further, balancing with her hands on the headboard so she could rock and twist her hips on his face.

Doug gripped her ass cheeks with both hands, helping to guide her clit to the right spot so his tongue could get maximum contact. Her delectable juices were flowing so freely that his jaws and neck were sticky with the hot fluid. Having her engulf his whole face that way - where she was all he could see, hear, feel, smell and taste was overwhelming and by the time her shuddering orgasm left her panting against the headboard, his own precum had dribbled over his stomach. 

When Doug lifted her up again, Cassie took control. She slid her body down his until she was able to reach down with one hand and guide his throbbing, wet cock into her hot, ready pussy. As her full weight settled her firmly on him, he sighed and closed his eyes, still breathing in her scent drying all over his face.

Cassie kept her balance with her palms resting on his chest and as she began to ride him slowly, she massaged both his nipples hidden in the thick dark hair on his chest. They became quickly erect and while still moving her hips up and down on him, she leaned over and sucked first on the right nipple, then on the left. She flicked rapidly with her tongue and gently caught it between her front teeth, causing his breath to quicken even more.

He'd been helping her bounce up and down on him but now he just lay still, feeling the power in her hips grind him like she was sharpening a pencil. If she kept it up, he was going to be losing his lead very soon.

Now she lay down on him, changing the angle he was entering her. He knew that right now, she was pounding him directly against her G-spot.

At first she kissed him, long, deep and very aggressive. But the passion was building so much that she had to break the kiss just to draw more air, leaving her panting, dropping her face against his neck. Her fingernails left red crescent moons in the skin of his shoulders.

Doug whispered, "Cum again, Cassie," and she cried out, her orgasm ripping through her. He held back though, not wanting it to end so quickly. When all her energy was gone, he took the opportunity to roll over and put himself on top.

He took her legs in his hands, feeling her muscles trembling from her straining, and pushed her thighs up until her knees were even with her chin. He rested her feet against his shoulders and pushed all the way into her again. In this position, he could push so deep.

Cassie moaned, almost reluctant to have him continue. Her clit and inner labia were so sensitive right now that every stroke he gave her sent an electric shock through those parts of her and up her spine.

However, as he continued to ram into her, so deeply in this new position, she couldn't stop the climax that welled in her. Just as she heard Doug reach the point of no return, she let herself hit her own pinnacle, simultaneous with his. That strengthened the feeling for both of them and it seemed to last for hours.

Doug let her feet and legs down, giving each sole a soft, tickling kiss as she eased it to the bed. He slipped out of her, becoming flaccid, and stretched out beside her. She rolled to face him and their thighs and arms interlocked so naturally that, despite the wet spot and hot sticky feeling of their bodies, they soon drifted to sleep, wrapped up in each other. 

To Be Continued...



Someday Ch. 9



Doug was happy when he woke up and found Cassie still curled in his arms, her complacent smile mushed down slightly at one corner where her face rested against his chest. 

It was like a weight hanging over his head though, thinking about having only a few hours left to touch her. And with her attached to a military man, there was always the chance he might never see her again. That caused a physical pain deep inside him.

He stroked her soft hair and her even softer cheek. She stirred slowly, inhaling the new day deeply. He wanted her awake so they wouldn't miss a second together. Doug kissed the top of her head and she snuggled into his side. He felt her slide a silky leg up the length of his calf and thigh.

"Good morning, my love," he whispered. "You're very beautiful today."

Cassie laughed, a muffled sound that tickled the side of his chest. "I think you're biased."

"Why yes I am, but that doesn't changed the facts."

"If you say so." She turned and stretched long, yawning.

As usual, he woke up with an erection. And today, he wasn't going to let it go to waste.

"I want to be inside you, one last time," he told her. "I don't want to cum, I just want to feel you." To Doug, that was the most intimate way of being with her, being connected with her.

Cassie nodded, trying not to feel the emotional pain she knew was inevitable.

Doug pushed the covers off them and reached for her hand. He sat up and pulled her onto his lap. Cassie put her legs around him, and with him guiding, she was able to sink down until he was firmly inside her. He held her tightly around the waist and her arms were around his neck.

The kiss began as a simple brush of their lips and slowly escalated until it seemed they couldn't breathe anymore. Cassie let herself feel every inch of his skin with her own, every pore, every hair, filing it away for memory. She didn't want to be away from him. 

They hardly moved, except their tongues. It seemed they shared an electric field that surrounded them with tingling energy, bring chills to Cassie's skin.

"We have to move," she finally said after what seemed like an eternity, yet at the same time, all too fleeting.

"I know," he shrugged resignedly. "It's just so hard to let you go."

Her head was on his shoulder now and he felt her nod.

"I'll wash your back if you'll wash mine?" he proposed, repeating what he'd said on their first morning together.

"I can do that," she answered.

It took a great deal of self-discipline to make herself get up off his lap. It just felt so safe there, so right having his arms around her like that. However, she got up and reached for his hand to go to the shower.

Afterwards, she dressed modestly, a pair of white shorts and a light pink tank top. He wore jeans and a Gecko t-shirt he'd bought for himself. They dressed and packed with a sad silence between them.

Downstairs, Cassie stood with the bags while Doug checked out and took care of the bill. His flight was scheduled to leave in an hour and a half.

It took thirty minutes to drive to the airport. The ride was mostly in silence, but Cassie kept her hand on his leg the whole way. She just didn't know what to say. Doug attempted to start a conversation but neither of them could put their hearts into it.

Again, Cassie waited patiently while Doug checked the car back in. She smiled as she watched him, remembering all his touches and kisses.

A shuttle bus took them to the terminal. They sat close together, his arm around her shoulders. She lay quietly against him, tucking away his scent so she'd always be able to recall it.

After he checked his bag at the counter, he turned and took hers to carry.

"Are you going to walk me to my gate?" he asked.

"I'd walk you to your door in Vegas if I could get away with it," she smiled sincerely.

Doug laughed quietly. "That would be wonderful because once I got you that far, I'd never let you go."

"I guess it's a good thing I don't have a ticket then, " she told him coyly.

"I can fix that right away," he told her reaching for his wallet.

She put her hand against his arm and stopped him. "Don't do that," she said, her eyes shining brightly.

He nodded. "I was only kidding." But that was only half-true.

They strolled slowly out to the gate, hand in hand.

"How are you getting home?" he asked her as they stood at the check-in counter.

"He's coming to get me."

Doug nodded, feeling a little awkward for the first time. It had been so easy to submerge in the fantasy but now it was time to remember that she was a married woman.

They took a seat near the window, watching the 747 being fueled and loaded. There was about five minutes left before boarding would start.

"I have a confession," he said.

"What?" she was curious. Had he hid something all this time?

"Yesterday, I bought you something anyhow."

Cassie was pleasantly surprised and anxious to know what it was.

He pulled a tiny box from his pocket - a white ring box - and handed it to her.

She opened it and sighed at what lay inside. It was a gold ring, very slender and unassuming with two tiny opalescent baby pearls set side by side.

Doug reached in and lifted it out.

"I know it won't mean much next to that one," he gestured at her left hand and the gold filigreed band there. He took her right hand and slipped the ring on the third finger. "But maybe you can let it stand for something."

With a soft smile and a bright tear in one eye, she asked, "For lasting friendship?"

Doug smiled, maybe a little sadly, and said, "I'll settle for that."

Over the loudspeaker the airline announced that it would start boarding now. They stood together and embraced for one final kiss.

He whispered in her ear, "Will I ever see you again?"

Cassie wiped another tear away and whispered back, "Someday."

They pulled away, their fingertips lingering to keep contact as long as possible. Then finally he turned and began the long walk down the ramp that led to the plane.

Before rounding the first corner in the hallway, Doug paused and turned for one final glance. Just as he did, he saw a little girl run up to Cassie and leap into her arms, covering her mother's face with kisses. A tall handsome man wrapped his arms around Cassie from behind and she leaned back comfortably against him, rubbing her cheek lovingly against his arm.

Her eyes, however, were still locked on Doug. She smiled a wistful smile as her husband kissed the top of her head. Maybe it was a trick of the brilliant sunlight shining in the window, or maybe she was talking to her husband, or maybe it was just wishful thinking on his part, but Cassie seemed to look straight and Doug and her lips shaped the words "I love you."

Doug whispered, "Someday," and turned away. 

- The End -