Joan rolled over and once again looked at the bedside clock, 12:07, exactly two minutes later than it had been the last time she had looked. Sweet Jesus, here she was on her dream vacation in Maui and she couldn't fall asleep. She glanced across the bed at her husband of 13years, David, and listened to him softly snoring, asleep after their love making session, well at least it was David's' perception of making love. Joan damn well knew it wasn't her idea of making love but then again it had been David's first attempt at having sex with her in what — six, maybe seven months now? God damn all the lawyers and certainly God damn all the law firms like her husbands that required him to bill at 70 plus hours every week.
She closed her eyes and remembered back to her younger days, those college years when the handsome young men of Delta-Sigma-Chi fraternity were always chasing her. God she thought, she had been a real slut in those days, dating several of them and almost always sleeping with each of them. There were no worries about STD or AIDS then and she had slept with at least a half a dozen of the fraternity brothers although she had never fulfilled her biggest fantasy of having two of them pleasure her at the same time.
Joan slipped quietly from beneath the covers and walked out onto the veranda, nope, that's not right she thought, in Hawaii they called them lanais. She was still dressed in her diaphanous nightgown that she had purchased especially for this trip, the one that was meant to entice David into spectacular nights of bawdy sex. The gown hung off of her left shoulder like a Grecian gown from old Athens and was so see-through that anyone who got within 15 feel of her could clearly see her naked body. So sheer was the gown that the outline of her 34C breasts, her dark brown areolas and nipples and most certainly her light brown pubic hair showed through. She pulled a deck chair over to the edge of the lanai and watched the gentle motion of the Pacific Ocean as it ebbed and flowed on the white sandy shore not a hundred feet in front of her.
As she watched the waves she thought back to David's lame attempt at making love to her. After she had taken a shower and changed into her sexy nightgown she had waited for him in the bed, only her legs cover by the bed clothing. Her vagina was wet and her nipples hard and she was horny and ready for him. She had been gently stroked her clit while David showered and she even had two small orgasms and now she wanted his cock. David had come back into the bedroom wearing a pair of his old Jockey shorts, and wow, how sexy could he be she thought facetiously. He didn't say a word to her, he looked at how she was dressed, pulled off his underwear and climbed onto the bed. He spread her legs apart, pulled her nightgown up and crawled between her legs and inserted himself. He did mentioned how wet she was but that was almost an aside as he began to rock back and forth inside her. In less than two minutes he had shot his cum into her, rolled over onto his side of the bed, said goodnight and fallen asleep. Great, just fucking great.
Joan's hand slid slowly down her body, idly stopping at her left breast where she playfully pulled and tugged on her nipple then sliding farther down until she found her clit. She closed her eyes and thought about the handsome pilot of their Delta flight to the islands. He was tall, God he must have been 6" 4' and tanned, slim and gorgeous. He looked like he was in his late fifties with short-cropped salt and pepper hair but in that uniform he was sexy as hell. As she continued rubbing her clit she imagined the pilot coming out of the bathroom, totally naked, his manly hardness swinging back and forth as he strode to her bed. He would pull her to him and dance her around the bedroom before gently sliding her gown off her body and then he would kiss her neck before finally laying her back down onto the bed. She could almost feel his imaginary cock as it parted her labia and slid all the way inside her vagina, stretching her out fully. Then the imaginary lips caressing her breasts, and then... then Joan came so violently at the thought of him fucking her that she almost fell out of her deck chair. Oh my God, she thought as her pussy contracted, drops of cum slipping out of her pussy and running down towards the crack of her ass, I have to have some real sex, have someone make love to me like a real woman, not just hop on, cum and hop off.
Joan took in a deep breath and closed her eyes then she relaxed and let her breath out. She was just about to get out of her chair and go back into the bedroom when a movement off to her right caught her eye. Down on the beach a figure emerged from the shadows of the tree line, a man? No it was someone younger, maybe a teenager but certainly not anyone older than in his early twenties. She looked at his brown skin and thought that he was probably a local then realized that his skin color just might be the combination of a good tan and the darkness of the night. She watched as he played in the surf, running into the warm water up to his knees then backing out again. Joan was intrigued and wondered what was someone doing up at this time of night? Then he did something that really caught her attention. It was so outrageous and uncalled for that she sucked in a deep breath as she watched him ease out of his swimsuit, wade just into the light surf and while standing knee deep in the warm water he started jacking off. Joan was absolutely stunned by the brazenness of the young man but she was also strangely excited and her body reacted. As she watched him masturbate she became wet again she soon had her own fingers buried deep inside her pussy, fingering herself as she spied on the boy.
Joan continued to watch and masturbate even after he was finished. She saw him washing off his cum in the water and then putting on his trunks on and walking up the beach until he disappeared into the darkness of the night. Joan sighed, got up and walked back into the bedroom and crawled into her own bed and curled up. Her fingers again went between her legs and she slowly and gently massaged her clit until she fell asleep.
The next morning Joan and David were sitting in the outdoor café enjoying the breakfast buffet when a waiter stopped by their table to take their drink order. Joan looked up and starred at the waiter. She was almost positive that the young man standing at their table was the same man she had watched the night before. She had been right about his age, he was young, certainly no more than 20. He stood about six feet tall and was lean and lanky and very well tanned. He was wearing the hotels 'uniform' of a pair of white shorts and an aloha shirt and he looked incredibly sexy. His nametag said simply 'Kona', just like the famous Hawaiian coffee she thought. She and David both ordered large glasses of orange juice and a pot of coffee and Kona delivered their orders and then went to take orders from other tables and Joan didn't see him again.
That evening David took Joan out for a dinner at a local restaurant where they were served a spectacular Hawaiian luau feast, which was followed by a floorshow composed of local Hawaiian girls doing the hula. They got back to their cottage sometime after 11 that evening and while Joan took a quick shower David sat in the living room reading the USA Today Sports Section and sipping on a glass of Talisker single malt Scotch. Joan sauntered sexily into the room, again wearing her special nightgown and walked over so that she was standing between the lighting of the living room and David; back lighted her body was clearly on display just for him.
She twirled in a 360-degree turn then; finally posing so her breasts and hard nipples were pointing directly at David, said. "So honey, what do you think?"
Without looking up at her, he replied. "Damn, the fucking Giants lost again."
"That's not what I was asking about David."
Still scanning the sports page he replied. "Oh, sorry. Well it was a great meal and I even liked the poi and the floor show nice. Did you notice that you could almost see the panties on the hula dancers?"
Now she looked at her husband and was pissed. "YES... AND?"
The tone of voice caused David to look up from his paper and he realized what she was talking about, what she was expecting. "Oh Christ honey, I'm sorry but look I'm not really up for THAT tonight."
"When David? When are we going to finally deal with your complete lack of intimacy?"
"God damn it Joan I don't have any lack of anything, I'm just tired tonight and now I'm going to bed. Goodnight."
"David, we're going to have to deal with this sometime!"
"Alright, fine, but not tonight."
Joan watched David climb into bed, roll over and dozed off. Still pissed, she turned out the lights and walked into the living room and made herself a drink, the she turned off those lights too and went out and sat down on the lanai. As she sipped on her drink she idly wondered if Kona was going to go walking on the beach again. It was probably thirty minutes later when she spotted him wading in the surf. Once again he played in the low breakers, dodging in and out but unlike the previous evening her continued on down the beach finally disappearing around an outcropping of rocks.
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