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This was our original post in alt.sex.stories
from the late 1990s.
It led to us contacting a very fine man
and was basicly completed. Everyone
seemed very happy at the results.
Wife, Where in Hawaii?
WICKED WIFE / WANDERING WIFE / WIFE WATCHING
A question, a request for information on Hawaii.
(A plan for a true story follows this request.)
1. Where can wife dance in Hawaii?
I have become a wicked wife who enjoys flirting with and dancing with
new men who behave themselves and respect my wishes and the limits I set
for each night's activities.
Between mid April and mid June I will spend over a week on vacation in
Waikiki. I would like to hear of some bars where they have dancing and
I could go to and be asked to dance. I prefer places where at least
some of the songs are slow dances and I can be held. So where do the
singles, divorced, and other-wise searching adults meet?
For people who email me the best information, and show they are stable
and respectful, I might tell them the dates and times when I will be at
the selected dance location, and when I will walk the beaches.
2. Meanwhile, is the little store named "Submission" still in business
about one half mile west of Fort DeRussey on Kapiolani? I found a
website for it, but that is a year old. University of Hawaii students
posted about it and I visited it last time I was in Waikiki. Or how
about the fetish store just a couple blocks north of Fort DeRussey?
3. PLANNED TO BE A TRUE STORY
The lovely redhead in her early 30's walked out of her Hotel and
strolled east on Kalakaua Avenue. It was another beautiful day on
vacation in Hawaii, in busy Waikiki. She was wearing her black bikini
and had her pareo tied around her waist like a loose skirt. She was
used to the fact that her red hair drew people's eyes, and she was
leaning to accept the fact that her fit and muscular body kept men's
attention for far more than a quick glance. After several blocks, the
street opened up on the south to the beach and she walked over to enjoy
again the huge bronze statue of the big muscular Hawaiian father of
surfing. She enjoyed daydreaming about his handsome smile and broad
chest. The smile made him look so pleasant, easy going, and totally non
threatening. Then she walked past the small police beach station, down
to the beach and started moving west along the sandy beach that was
pinched between the hotels and the waves of the warm Pacific Ocean. Her
eyes were searching for the perfect target.
She wanted some man who was alone. A man who at the same time looked
secure in being by himself as well as keeping a hopeful eye out for
female company. The guy whose overweight stomach hung over his tiny
neon orange thong that clearly showed his penis was definitely not going
to be selected. The handsome man with the big beach blanket that
advertised his status as a sex education instructor was also ruled out.
The musclehead who could barely contain a wolf whistle was a quick
veto. She wanted someone who looked secure enough in himself to let her
set the pace and direction. She also wanted to see someone who sat
most, but not all the way up the beach toward the bulkhead.
She casually noticed a fine looking, respectful gentleman whose eyes
seemed to lock admiringly onto her. She tried to stay casually aloof
and set down her bag and rolled out her mat between him and the surf.
She opened her bag. She pulled out the bottle of suntan lotion and
began applying it to her arms, then slowly rubbed it into her belly.
She squirted big globs on her thighs and calves and made sure as she
rubbed it around that she was positioned to give the targeted man a good
look at her jiggling breasts and fit legs. She noticed out of the
corner of her eye that indeed, she did have his attention. She was
careful to take her time and sensuously rub it over her belly and upper
chest. Then she tried to reach back, but a sport's injury caused her to
wince. She looked frustrated for a moment, then calmed as she looked
out at the soothing waves.
Then she looked around and caught the man's eye as he was looking at
her. She smiled at him, then got up and walked over to him. She smiled
and asked him if he would be so kind as to help her put sunscreen on her
back so she wouldn't burn. He readily agreed.
This seemed almost unbelievable to him. One minute he was sitting by
himself on the beach, then he was going to be able to enjoy the view of
a lovely redhead, and just minutes later this sexy lady approached to
talk to him, then he was getting to touch and rub her smooth back and
fit pliable body. He finished spreading the lotion across her back, and
regretted that this wonderful chance meeting might soon be over.
"Thank you, that was very kind of you. Would you like me to return the
favor and rub some lotion on your back?" He was momentarily taken aback
by this wonderful opportunity, and could only mumble "That would be very
nice."
He turned his back to her and she started to spread her sun tan lotion
on his shoulders. Then she paused and said, "I bet I could reach easier
and it would be more comfortable for both of us if you laid down on your
stomach on your beach towel."
He mumbled agreement and complied with her suggestion. He felt this was
unbelievably wonderful. All he has had to do is go along with her
ideas, and it was turning out better than any plots and plans and pick
up lines and attempts that he had ever tried. He lay in the warm sun on
the wonderful beach as she spread the lotion across his back. It felt
so nice and soothing as she started to rub the lotion in. He silently
thought, "Oh please don't let anything break this spell."
She broke the silence with, "I could reach better if I sat straddling
you hips, would that be Okay with you?"
He said "That's fine", and wondered to himself if life could possibly
get better. She moved astride his hips. Her strong hands felt so good
as they spread the suntan lotion. It felt more like a wonderful massage
on the muscles of his shoulders, back, and sides. His mind drifted to
erotic thoughts about whether it was his imagination, or if he could
really feel the heat of her pussy through her bikini on the small of his
back.
But time moves on, and finally she said, "All done." His spirits
started to sag, then she added, "At least the back is done. If you want
to roll over, I will be happy to put lotion on your chest." He felt
this had to be a dream as she eased up from him. He turned over, then
realized to his embarrassment that his cock had so grown big and hard
that even under his loose fitting swimsuit she would surely notice it.
She didn't even seem to bat an eye as she settled down again. Oh my, Oh
my, oh my, he thought as she settled down on his pelvis and the end of
his cock was pushed right up against the warm nook of her pussy. She
had to know what she was doing to him, but she seemed so innocent as she
nonchalantly talked about the hot sun and her lotion. She poured the
lotion in the middle of his chest, and her hands started to rub it in
all over his pectorals and the rest of his chest. There was a slight
pressure, then again, and again a bit more. She was thrusting her
little bikini covered pussy against his shaft. Just think, only the
fabric of his swimsuit and the little triangle of bikini cloth was
preventing him from actually slipping inside this lovely creature.
He lifted up his hands to hold her hips, but she clearly spoke, "Just
keep your arms on the sand. This is nice, but if you try to grab me I
will get up and walk away and you will never get a chance with me again.
Let's just keep it calm and not alarm any of the other tourists." What
a clear and forthright statement! This lady was as direct and honest as
she was beautiful. He kept his arms down. She continued to massage his
chest. The thrustings increased. He gently pushed back. Minutes
passed and his excitement increased.
His ardor kept growing. Finally, he felt he had to warn her, "This is
too much. I'm going to come."
Her reply was calm and reassuring, "Uhh Huuhh. That's fine. That will
be nice, ohh yessss. I want that. Go ahead."
Her thrustings worked their feminine magic on him and he shuddered as
his cock began to pulse and pump his seed out. She had to know what was
happening but she continued to work him over. As his excitement eased
he noticed she had a far away dreamy look. Yes, she knew exactly what
she had done and she enjoyed it too.
They both were still for a number of minutes. Yes, he had made a mess
inside his swimsuit, but it was surely worth it. A memory to last a
lifetime.
She finally said, "Thank you, you were perfect. You helped fulfill a
wonderful fantasy. I hope I also satisfied you. But now I have to go
and meet my husband for lunch. I will tell him a sexy story about what
his naughty wicked wife has been up to. Do you think he will believe
me? I will leave you my e-mail address, and who knows, maybe we will
meet again sometime." And as simple as that, without even a kiss, she
got up, grabbed her mat and bag, left her card, and walked away.
Is that ALOHA enough?
Hello, greeting, welcome, love, good-bye.
4. Please, if you enjoy reading these, take a minute and let me know.
Posting these maybe kind of fun, but it is a lot of work, and if no
body enjoys reading them I'd rather spend my time on other projects.