It was a balmy Fourth of July in downtown Kona, Hawaii. I had just arrived on the island only to discover that my business meeting had been unexpectedly canceled due to unanticipated circumstances. I scrambled to rescheduled flight back to Chicago but was informed that the next available flight wasn't until the following day. Since I couldn't check into my hotel until the early afternoon, I decide to browse through a small shopping mall that was set back from the tourist traps of Main Street. A little bell tinkled as I entered the last shop that was called "Garden of Eden."
"I'll be right out," a feminine voice cried out from the back. "Make yourself at home and look around." A moment later a woman emerged carrying a stack of boxes so high that she couldn't see the counter corner right in front of her. Before I could say anything, there was a crash as the boxes spilled to the floor exposing a shocked but stunning Japanese woman in her late twenties.
Her dark brown hair was pinned up to expose her ivory-toned neck and shoulders while framing her high cheekbones. Sparkling almond-shaped eyes, a small button nose, and sensuous lips gave her that inscrutable Asian sensuality that immediately caught my eye. It went without saying that I knew that maybe my meeting cancellation was a blessing in disguise for I was definitely drawn to this demure attractive woman before me.
After giving me a startled and almost curious look, the object of my interest quickly knelt, stammering a hasty apology as she began to pick up the contents that had spilled out of the dropped boxes. But when she bent over to do so, her loose gauzy summer dress fell away and I was treated to a look right down her dress neckline and saw that she was clad only in a pair of skimpy panties. Her perky creamy white tits dangle tantalizingly before me, jiggling as she hastily sought to straighten out the boxes.
On the pretext of helping her, I bent over to pick up her boxes while admiring how each of her modest breasts. Each was topped with a mouthwatering pink, puffy areola from which protruded a dusty rose nipple. Thick and long, her meaty nipples were simply mouthwatering and I knew instantly that I would be hanging around.
She thanked me as I helped, and we introduced ourselves. I laughed when I found that her name was really "Eve" and asked where was her "Adam." Really looking at me for the first time, she paused then said with a glimmer in her eye that she was always hoping to find the right man for her Eden. With that, she continued to check the contents of her boxes, seemingly oblivious of the clear unobstructed view of her feminine delights that she was giving me or the resulting swelling in the crotch of my pants.
Upon learning about the cancellation of my business plans and my frustration at not being able to fly out, Eve suggested that I should stay to watch fireworks and relax a bit. When I said that I had to get back, she softly asked, "Why, Greg? Do you have 'someone' waiting for you to return?"
When I said I that I was unattached, Eve then calmly said, "What's the hurry then?"
For the life of me, I didn't know why I was in such a rush to return to the rat race. There wasn't a whole lot to return to - a small one-bedroom apartment, eating by myself, and being alone. I had my work, but it was largely unfulfilling and just a means of paying my bills. Sad to say, I was just marking time until that elusive someone special came into my life and add some purpose to an otherwise bleak existence.
Before I could say anything, Eve wistfully sighed, "Business has been so slow. Everyone is at the beach, on the ocean, or resting up for tonight's fireworks show. I was considering closing up early. Unfortunately, I caught a ride with a girlfriend who doesn't finish work until the later afternoon and I don't have another way back to my house."
"I can give you a lift in my rental car. I don't have much to do since I can't check-in at any of the hotels until the early afternoon. Maybe you can show me some sights along the way."
"Why thank you, Greg," Eve quickly said, "I will accept your kind offer and would be willing to show you the sights on the way to my house. Excuse me for a while so that I can call my girlfriend to let her know of the change in plans. And if you stop at a small grocery store that I know of, I promise you something to eat and fireworks I would never forget."
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A little while later, I found that Eve's house was situated on the isolated mountain slope overlooking Kona. She had inherited it from an uncle whose father had emigrated from Japan to work and eventually owned a small coffee farm. As such, the house and its furnishings were traditionally Japanese in nature. When her uncle died, he left everything to Eve who was his only and dearest relative.
Eve helped me off with my shoes and after giving me slippers to wear, led me to a tatami-matted room with a spectacular view of the sun setting into the Pacific Ocean and the lazy Kona town. After making me comfortable, Eve excused herself.
When Eve returned, she was clad in a simple cotton kimono that jiggled noticeably in the folded front, letting me know that she was still braless. As she served me some chilled sake and went about preparing a light and simple repast for us, Eve kept my undivided attention with quick glimpses of her thinly veiled nudity.
We ate and drank, chatting about ourselves and anything and everything. With each passing moment, the outside world seemed to fade and slip away as we were inexplicably and strongly drawn to each other. By the end of the meal, we both knew how the night was to end.
"Thank you for helping out clean up the kitchen and dining area. You shouldn't have because that's a woman's work. It was totally unnecessary and unbecoming of me to have a guest do so. I am now obligated to you even further. Hmm, I tell you what. Since you've been traveling all day and had two long filghts, why don't you allow me to refresh and relax you."
With that, she took my hand and led me to the end of the hallway. Directing me to a side room, Eve then humbly asked, "Greg, please change out of your clothes and don the wash kimono that I have left for you. Then join me in the adjacent "ofuro" or hot bath in the room on the other side of the sliding screen doors."
You can't imagine how fast I stripped and threw on that kimono. I would have joined Eve in a flash if I didn't have to struggle to keep my manly sword from protruding from the kimono folds in eager anticipation. Finally, after calming myself down, I tucked myself back into place and holding both hands casually in front of me, entered the ofuro.
Set within a small wooden-walled room, the ofuro was actually a large circle wooden tub filled with steaming hot water. Locate in a corner of the room, it was situated on a raised platform before which Eve serenely knelt. She greeted me with a slight bow, her smooth skin glistening in the steamy air. I immediately notice that she had changed into a happi coat or short kimono that fell to just above her knees of her shapely legs. The thin cotton of the garment was relaxed with moisture-laden air and amply reaffirmed that Eve was totally nude underneath it.
