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ALOHA!
We met them at poolside at the Halekulani Hotel in Waikiki. Lydia, my
lady, had just finished the newspaper and was stretched out on the
chaise oiling her body in the sun, I was lying on the float beside
her, when Nicole and Frank came up and asked if they could borrow the
TV listing. We'd seen them around the hotel and pool, in the
restaurants and cocktail lounges but this was the first time we
talked. Looking back on it now, it seems almost a dreamlike
beginning. In a matter of moments, we were chatting like old friends
but the conversation seemed to be going on outside us, like a choral
backdrop to the real action that was taking place. For in retrospect
I can see that there was, almost immediately, an unspoken sexual
tension crackling between us.
Frank, dark and good-looking, was a well-built fellow with a quick
smile and a ready laugh. Nicole, blonde and sun-browned, was a lot of
woman. It was very hard not to stare at her in her skimpy yellow
bikini with beads of sweat atop the oiled skin of her ample breasts.
Rolling over onto my back, I gazed up her well-formed legs to the
swell of her lower belly and the pouty mound of her pussy. Lydia
noticed my stare and gave me just a flicker of a smile, as if to tell
me she knew what was going through my mind. We'd never done anything
sexual with anyone else, though we'd often talked about it in
intimate moments of fantasy and it got us both very aroused indeed.
So it wasn't unusual that I felt the first stirring of an erection
working against my bathing suit. Lydia noticed that too--- and so, I
think, did Nicole, whose eyes met mine for just a moment with a look
of frank, bold curiosity.
They joined us at poolside, and our conversation rolled along easily.
It turned out that we were not only staying on the same floor of the
hotel; we lived only a few miles apart outside San Francisco. We
swapped favorite restaurants in Honolulu, regaled each other with the
usual array of vacation tales, and found ourselves enjoying our
mutual company. We were politically in tune; we enjoyed many of the
same TV shows; we were all Forty-niner fans. We even liked several
of the same Napa wines. And so we agreed to meet for dinner that
evening at the Halekulani's renowned seaside restaurant.
In typical Hawaiian fashion, we dressed casually, comfortably. Frank
and I wore aloha shirts and slacks; Lydia and Nicole, loose,
light-weight flowing muu-muus. The restaurant ambience was warm,
candle-lit, tropic rustic with bamboo walls; the room hung out over a
cobalt sea stunned by a silver moon--- and our table stood against an
open window on the seaward edge of it. The meal ---oysters and
mahi-mahi for Lydia and me; pink baby lamb for them--- was superb.
Our choices of wine were no less so. The service was perfect. And
when Frank and Nicole invited us to their room for a night cap, it
all seemed like a perfectly natural ending to a lovely evening.
The room was a replica of ours: elegantly appointed in soft, tropical
creams and pastel blues, with a king-sized bed, an overstuffed sofa
against the opposite wall, a kitchenette at one end and, at the
other, sliding doors that opened onto a broad terrace looking down
Waikiki to Diamond Head. A warm breeze rustled the filmy curtains.
Lydia and I settled down on the couch. Nicole curled up cross-legged
on the big bed. Frank went to the fridge, took out a chilled bottle
of Chateau Montelena chardonnay, and poured for us all. "Anyone for a
joint?" he asked. Lydia and I both love an occasional toke. It makes
us both so sexy, so tactilely sensitive. I wondered if it affected
Frank and Nicole the same way. I smiled. "I thought you'd never
ask,"I said.
I took a long hit and held it deep in my lungs, then I passed it to
Lydia, who did the same. "Maui wowie," Frank explained. "One hit,
you're flying. Two and you're in orbit." We had passed the joint
around three times when I felt the first toke hit, and Frank was
right. I felt like the top of my head was soaring into space. I felt
a longing, a roaring, in my crotch, and wanted to feel my nipples
touched. "That's wonderful stuff," I remarked to no one in
particular, and giggled. "You know, we probably should have warned
you: grass really turns us on." I smiled at Lydia; she smiled back,
sipped her wine, and wriggled voluptuously, so that her dress pressed
tightly into the valley between her thighs, and her pelvis seemed to
rise up in invitation to us all. Nicole gazed at Lydia's plainly
outlined pussy, then looked intently at Frankand said, "It turns us
on too, huh, honey?" "In a very special way," Frank replied. He ran
a fond finger down her hair and along her cheek and throat. "Why
don't you tell them?" Nicole blushed. "I'm embarrassed," she said.
She lowered her eyes demurely, but she wore no bra and her hardening
nipples were plainly visible through the thin fabric of her dress.
Lydia coaxed her: "I'll tell you our fantasy if you tell us yours."
Nicole hesitated. Frank sat down beside her on the bed. "That's fair
enough," he said. "We haven't actually done it yet," Lydia looked
down at her clearly visible mound, locked her hands behind her
laid-back head so her breasts thrust out, and went on, "but--- well,
we've talked about what it would be like to fool around in front of
another couple."
"Us too," Frank said. Nicole took a deep breath. So it was out in the
open. We were on the same wave length. We were now trying to deal
with that realization--- and figure out what to do next. We were
silent for what seemed like ages, each of us hoping the other would
somehow break the ice, but,being innocents, not knowing how. I looked
at Lydia and giggled. She giggled back, but there was lust in the
dark corners of her eyes. She took my hand and placed it on her
breast. "Feel me," she whispered, and turned her wanton smile to
Frank and Nicole. "Feel my tits. I want Frank and Nicole to look at
me while you feel my tits."
Lydia's nipple leaped to rubbery, bud-like erection. I felt her
breath on my lips--- and could smell the rising passion of her pussy
on her breath. We kissed with our tongues and Lydia groaned as she
likes to do while Frank and Nicole looked on. I took Lydia's other
nipple between my fingers too. She sighed: "Oh, Jesus!" We looked at
our new found friends and saw them looking at us. "Oh Jesus!" Lydia
whispered again.
Frank had snuggled behind Nicole on the bed and was nuzzling her
neck. He brought his hands around in front and cupped both her
breasts for us to see. Nicole closed her eyes, pressed back against
him like a cat, and moaned. I was electrified. My cock stiffened.
"Pretty, no?" Lydia whispered. "No no, yes," I replied. Lydia
chuckled softly, deep in her throat. "You're getting hot, aren't
you?" she asked as she brought her hand to my crotch and began
stroking the hard shaft through my slacks. "I'm stoned, baby," I told
her. "So am I," she replied. "And I'm getting so hot!" "So am I!" I
whispered, moving my hips up to her inviting hand. Suddenly, in a
blurted whisper, she said, "I want to do it--- to do what we've
talked about. I want to fuck you. I want to feel your stiff prick
inside me--- " I looked in her eyes. "With them watching?" I asked.
"With them watching," she replied. Then she moaned, squeezed my cock,
and kissed me hard, thrusting her luscious, comfortable hips forward
and her tongue into my mouth.
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