Groovin' 'n Waikiki (9 page)

He turned into the driveway of a contemporary home that looked to be a few years old. He pushed a garage door remote and after the door opened, drove in. “The house isn’t much, but the view is impressive. Wait until you see it.”

He led her inside. “Change into your bathing suit. The master bedroom is straight down that hall. I’ll fix us something to drink and turn the pool heater on.”

The home was probably very nice for its day, but like the outside, it had seen better days. The master bedroom was at the end of the hall. After taking her shorts and blouse off and she had her swimsuit on in seconds. She went to the sliding door and opened the drapes. Kino was right—even from here, the view was spectacular.

They had to be a thousand feet above Honolulu. To the right she saw the naval base and Pearl Harbor. Ahead lay Honolulu and its high-rises. To the left stood Waikiki and all the hotels. She opened the sliding door and stepped out. She didn’t bother with her cover-up, but she did take the camera. She surveyed the backyard. It looked fabulous with palms and other tropical vegetation framing the view. A large freeform pool and spa was located near the rear of the lot. Raising the Canon Sure Shot she started taking pictures in an arc. When she’d swung almost a hundred eighty degrees, She noticed Kino had a camera aimed at her. She lowered the camera and laughed. “At least say
smile
.”

“
Smile,” he yelled.

She laughed again and heard the camera click. “Hey, that wasn’t a smile.”

“
I know. Anything you do is beautiful. Pose for me.”

She posed like one of the poses she’d seen models take and he snapped a picture. “Again.”

Another pose, another picture—until he’d shot twelve. “You are so beautiful. Would you take your top off for me?”

She was going to decline, but then she thought about it, and it seemed to be something lovers did now. “You’re not paparazzi, are you?”

He laughed. “Not hardly.” She removed her top and posed for ten more pictures. “You’re so hot. How about your bottom?”

When she frowned, he elaborated, “No frontals, just sides and rear.”

She noticed his pattern of complimenting her and then asking to remove something. Nevertheless, she went along with him. After all, she wanted some revealing shots of him as well. “All right, but I better not see this in the
National Enquirer
.”

She took her bottom off, and before she could turn, he clicked the shutter. She wagged a finger at him and headed toward him. “You’re a naughty boy.”

He snapped off two more pictures and laughed. “I know, I just can’t help it. You turn me on so. Okay. No more, I promise, just your sides and rear. Then I’ll pose for you, if you like.”

She stopped. “You bet I like.”

She posed for a dozen more photos and then she took three dozen pictures of him—half of them naked. When They finished she said, “That was fun, what are we going to do now?”

“
Have you ever fucked in the water?”

She shook her head. “No.”

“
Would you like to?”

She already felt on edge from the naked photography so she was ready. “Sure.”

He took the camera from her hand and set it down on a table next to his. Then he picked her up and jumped in the pool. Luckily, she held her breath, and when his feet hit bottom he let go of her. When her feet touched bottom she straightened and was surprised to find the water barely touched her breasts.

Standing face-to-face with Kino, they embraced, their hands roving the erogenous zones of each other’s bodies.

Kino whispered breathily in her ear, “I like to fuck slow and sensuous in the water.”

“
Mmmm. That sounds dreamy.” He twisted her nipple between talented fingers,
pinching and rubbing until she was hot for the feel of his mouth. She pushed
him back against the wall of the pool and pulled his luscious lips to her breasts. He
feasted on her, laving her tender nubs with his sinful tongue, giving both equal attention. A tingling feeling began in her lower regions, slowly expanding and increasing
from a tiny spark into a simmering flame of desire.
“I’m ready for you.” Reaching through the water, her fingers searched for his hard cock. “Let’s see if your size-eight cock is ready for me.” Finding it, she squeezed. “Oooh yeah, it is.”

He threw his head back, moaning as she stroked his dick. In response, he slid a hand down between her legs. She held her breath in anticipation of his touch, and when his forefinger assailed her clit, she dug her long fingernails into his scalp, while her fingers tightened around his balls. Then she sucked in a deep breath as two fingers entered her hot pussy.

Her hands left his cock and locked around his neck. Trading places with him, she leaped into him, wrapping her strong legs around his tush. “Do it, baby. Please.
Fuck me!
Shove that big cock into my hungry pussy.” As if answering a wicked prayer, he grabbed her buttocks and hoisted her high enough. She inserted his stiff, protruding shaft into her underwater recess. She’d been so incredibly aroused, she impaled herself to the hilt in one downward thrust. Her pussy stretched around him as his cock pressed forward then gripped and clenched around his shaft as it retracted. He may have started slow, but soon he was pumping her faster and faster as she pushed back on each stroke. Pleasure strands seemed to float though her body, collecting and accumulating for the big explosion.
So much for slow and sensuous.

Kino seemed a bit short of breath with all the thrusting. “Oh, baby, I love the way your warm pussy sucks in around my prick.”

“
So do I, baby, so do I.” She moaned and whimpered as she moved violently up and down his shaft, back and forth along his pubis
.
His pelvic bone pressed against her clit with each thrust, sending sparks of pleasure to the furthest outpost of her body. Spasms of delight rippled through her as her impending climax built.

She began moving even more frantically. Out of breath, she exclaimed, “Oh yeah, baby. I’m coming.” A tingly feeling spread from her pussy to the extremities of her body while a pleasant, tickly curtain enfolded her. The water, Kino’s touch, every current of air or water that brushed her naked body, made her quiver in anticipation. She felt a wonderful, twittery sensation, as if a zillion butterflies fluttered from her clitty through her entire body. Every nerve ending in her body screamed with release and pleasure as her pussy gripped his pulsing cock, holding tight as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. She crossed her ankles above his butt, pulling him into her closer, tighter, her pussy seeming to clamp down on his cock. “Oh yeah. Oh God!” After a minute, she stopped moving and clung to him, jerking from an occasional aftershock.

Her orgasm seemed to precipitate Kino’s climax. “Ohhh oh! I’m gonna to come, too.” Convulsing mindlessly, he lost his balance and tumbled into the water. They both came up laughing wildly. “Well, that cut my orgasm short.” He took her in his arms. They embraced and stopped laughing long enough to kiss passionately. “Luckily there’s more where that came from.”

Afterward, they got out of the pool, grabbed something to drink and lay together in a double chaise lounge. She couldn’t get over the view. “It is so lovely and peaceful here. No wonder so many people love Hawaii.”

“
I know. I feel blessed living here.”

She tittered, “I’m afraid my hair will be a fright when we dress up.”

“
You’re hair looks fine. I want to get plenty of snapshots of you,” he laughed, “
dressed.
I’ll roast a rack of lamb for two, open a couple of bottles of Beaujolais, we could dance. Get naked and watch the sunset from the spa and end the night in bed, making beautiful love.”

“
Oh, Kino, that sounds wonderful.”

* * * *

And it was wonderful—a night she’ll remember with fondness for the rest of her life. There’s something wickedly licentious about getting all dressed up and then wantonly discarding your clothing to have hot, uninhibited sex.

But that was then, and the next morning was hectic.

Though they hadn’t fallen asleep until almost one
a.m.
, she woke at six thirty. Her flight left at eleven thirty
A
.
m.
, and Jessie and she had to be at the airport by at least ten. It was a good thing she’d gotten up since she still had to go to the hotel, get Jessie, pack and drive to the airport. She still had some leeway so she delayed waking Kino until the last minute. She glanced at him and sighed. She would miss him. He suggested she spend her vacations with him. She didn’t say yes, but she didn’t say no, either. Instead, they exchanged email addresses and agreed to keep in touch.

She waltzed into the bathroom for a shower. She brushed her teeth with a fresh, out-of-the-package toothbrush she kept in her oversized handbag for just such an occasion.

By the time she dressed in the shorts and blouse she’d originally worn, it was seven thirty. she didn’t have to be at the airport for two and a half more hours, but she wanted to be at the hotel by at least eight thirty and it was probably a half hour to the hotel. She needed to wake up Kino. She kissed him on the lips. He mumbled but didn’t wake. She shook his shoulder and, still not waking, shook him harder.
Nothing
.

No wonder he didn’t wake up that morning he came in her—he slept like a log. With time short and needing to wake him, she took a half-empty bottle of water from the nightstand and poured a couple ounces over his face. That got him, as he shot up in sitting position, his fists bared. “What the f—”

She kept her laughter inside as she ran fingers gently across his forehead and cheeks to sooth him. “Sorry, I have to be at the hotel in less than an hour and you weren’t budging. You need to get dressed and take me there.”

“
You’re right.” He wrapped an arm around her neck and pulled her face down for a ‘good morning, I want to bury my cock inside you’ kiss.

She rose. “No! As much as I’d like to, I’m not going to screw up my plans for a quickie.”

* * * *

Twenty minutes later, they were in Kino’s Jeep on the way to the Outrigger Waikiki. She enjoyed the view and the lovely Hawaiian day. Down from the hillside, she rested a hand on his jean-covered knee. “You live in that house, don’t you?”

He didn’t answer. She didn’t think he heard her, then he said, “I’m the caretaker. I live there when the owner is away, which is most of the time.”

Her brow dipped. “And when the owner is there, you’re schtupping her.”

His frown matched mine and then some. He shook his head and took his time answering, as if measuring his response. “It’s part of the caretaking. I do all right at the hotel, but I’ll never get rich. I figure taking care of the house and the lady is like making an extra twenty-five grand a year. Look, I don’t judge others. A lot of women—you included—have sex with me strictly for pleasure, and I oblige. I don’t judge them, so don’t judge me. Especially since you’re running away from what we have going.”

She was shocked. “What the fuck are you talking about? You fuck a different woman, what, twice a week?”

He nodded. “Sometimes more.”

She was incredulous. “
‘Running away?’
What you call running away is going back to my life.
‘What we have going?’
We have nothing going. We live three thousand miles apart in different worlds.”

He pounded the steering wheel. “Dammit. That’s bullshit and you know it. I’ve done more with you than any girl since my girlfriend left.”

Suddenly, he pulled into the entrance to the hotel and parked in an unloading zone.

This is it.

He turned and stared at her. His eyes were sad. “Is it because I’m not black?”

His broad hand rested on the gearshift. She placed a hand over it. “I think you know better than that. I shared my body with you.”

He used the side of his hand to brush the wetness from his eyes. “Yeah, well, lots of women try out men of other races for some perverse thrill.”

God I wished I could take him home with me. “Trust me, if you lived in Vegas, your heritage wouldn’t matter. You were a dalliance for me, a wonderful diversion I will never forget, and I was one of many, probably hundreds of conquests for you that you won’t remember after your next conquest.”

He shook his head so hard his long hair trailed behind. “That’s not true. Let me take you to the airport.”

She opened the door a few inches. “I don’t think so. This is hard enough. I don’t want to prolong it.”

She pushed the door open a little more and Kino shouted. “Wait! Your dress! Shouldn’t I bring it upstairs for you?”

She ran her fingers along his cheek for the last time and got out. “I don’t think so. We need to get our goodbye over with.” She marched around to his side of the car. He looked up at her with watery eyes, obviously fighting to maintain his manly persona. She leaned in, cupped his chin and kissed him passionately, but not too much. She grabbed her dress and handbag. “I won’t forget you.”

“
I’ll never forget you either. I’ll write…please write…back.” He choked up on the last sentence and turned away.