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Subject: Old & ok "WW in Hawaii"
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WW in Hawaii
(A plan & then action by
WW in Seattle
by Lucky man & wife
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?
(actually, in 2008 when last visited - both gone,
and ahhh frump, lotsa previously interesting
street action seemed awfully "tame".)
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 learning 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 m
uscles 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)
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.