Chapter 2

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.

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.

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."