Katey's Cootchie
Twelve Months: February
The mid-day temperature was just about exactly 80. The forecast showed a chance of showers later on, after which it would probably cool off to about 70. A nice change of pace from home. It was just another day on Maui.
"I didn't think we'd have to walk this far," Katey whined. "I thought the parking lot was right at Makena. When can we stop and put our blankets down and just, you know, chill?"
He stopped and faced her, and kissed her full on the lips, lingering fifteen seconds and fondling her large boobs but keeping the tongue action to a minimum since she didn't seem to want to reciprocate. "Oh, c'mon Shrimp. This isn't far. The exercise will do you good, anyway."
"What, are you saying I'm fat?" she asked in possibly mock indignation.
"I'm not saying that at all." It wasn't that Mitch didn't like her curves, which were exposed by her bandeau microkini now that she had permitted him to remove the cheap caftan he'd also bought her at the shop in the hotel. But, it's not that he thought she couldn't stand to drop a few pounds, either, especially in the upper thighs. "I'm saying you could think about getting in shape. I wore you out last night, remember?"
"I wasn't worn out," she tittered. "I was *satisfied*. And so were you. I'm glad we don't have to use rubbers anymore."
She clearly was leaving open for him to bring up the topic of the doctor he had sent her to, in the first week of the new year, who had diagnosed a mild case of chlamydia in her while also taking extreme and unprofessional liberties with her as a patient. Extreme. And, again, unprofessional. At the same time, he had given her a new prescription for contraceptives, one that specified an 84-day cycle instead of the usual 28; most gynecologists would prescribe a 91-day cycle, but he wasn't one and misunderstood how the 7-day placebo was supposed to work. His relatively new physician's assistant had also taken part in the unnecessary palpation of her lady parts, and had actually attempted full-on intercourse, which earned him only a small reprimand from the doctor, merely for his lack of discretion concerning disease risk, which proved founded, rather than the gross ethical offense he had committed. All in all, it was no accident that Dr. Purvison was known to a "special" and very lucrative portion of his practice as Dr. Perv.
But Mitch didn't want to discuss that, yet again. "Come on," he said simply, taking her by the hand and moving forward.
"Why are we leaving the beach, anyway?"
"We're not leaving, we're just going across to the other one. The views are better at Little Beach, or so I'm told. It's just right over there."
She balked momentarily at climbing the short steep passage between beaches, on the pretext of not wanting to risk damaging her fresh pedicure from the hotel spa, but he exhorted her to try because the view of the ocean would be worth it from up there. She grumbled through every one of the fifty steps necessary for the twenty-foot elevation gain but admitted that the ocean scene at the top was pretty. As they descended, she finally noticed that a few of the handful of beachgoers there were unclothed.
"Waaaaait," she said, "those women over there are bare ass nekkid. Cootchie and everything. You just dragged me over here because of *that*? You can have a show anytime, back in our hotel room, baby."
"There's a guy over there that's naked, too. Something for everyone to look at, here. It's called a nude beach in case you don't know. Or, what, are you modest all of a sudden?" Mitch pushed his own acrylic blend swim trunks down and off and picked them up to carry them.
"You can't do that. You've got a hard-on!" she squealed in her distinctive way. His unusually large and uncircumcised penis was standing nearly at attention.
"So? Get your suit off too, and people will understand why."
"No! Plus," she said, casting about for excuses, "those people over there have their clothes on. Their swimsuits I mean." She pointed at a cluster of people in the water. "If they don't have to, I don't."
"Clothing optional, Shrimp. And our option today is, au naturel!" He reached behind her and gave a yank on the string in back of her new and revealing swimwear, and the three-inch triangular cups shielding her two-inch areolas were suddenly slack and useless, exposing all to the elements.
"No!" she squealed, covering herself with her arms.
He managed to sort things out with her, mainly by promising her some of the 'white powder,' as she called it, when they got back to the hotel; he said that one of the hotel staff had told him where to obtain some. Mollified somewhat, she proceeded with him a few feet further from the pathway that had brought them there, cradling and hiding her generous-sized boobs the entire way.
They placed their beach blankets carefully on the soft sand, far from the water's edge because she didn't want to be seen, and they lay down in order to better enjoy the sun. She begged him to roll over onto his stomach, as she was extremely embarrassed to be next to him while he sported an erection, and he gave in, on the condition that she *didn't* roll over to hide herself too, and that she not cover up with her hands or arms. He then untied her small bikini bottom. "No halfway measures, Shrimp."
"Now I know why you made me play with my cootchie this morning," she said, referring to his somewhat standard requirement that she rub herself against a convenient piece of furniture or similar solid object. "So that I wouldn't say no." She giggled nervously and slapped away his hand when he tried to fondle her clitoris.
After two minutes of sunning, he prevailed upon her to get out the suntan lotion from the cloth beach bag and apply some to his back. He wasn't satisfied when she merely reached her arm across, and insisted that she climb up onto him and straddle his thighs to apply the lotion from that angle. He told her to rub her pussy against his ass while she did it, and she complied for a few grudging seconds before lifting away from contact again, saying that she felt conspicuous.
He used that opportunity to roll over onto his back again, knocking her over by mistake in the process. He told her to get on top again, and to put some lotion on his chest.
"They'll think we're fucking!" she protested, as she studiously avoided making contact with his thick and resolutely vertical cock.
"Nobody's paying attention. But if it bothers you, then hurry up. And then I'll do you, and then we can go get in the water."