This is an M/F romance between two twenty-somethings and is quite long, almost 10,500 words. There is a lot of developmental dialogue between the sex, so if that is not your thing you might want to move on. I lived in Hawaii for several years but am not an expert regarding the islands and culture. My apologies if I misused any of the Hawaiian words included in this story or misrepresented anything about the Hawaiian culture.
CHAPTER 1 - Alex Meets Manoa
I cannot believe that I am here lying on the beach in Hawaii. I arrived today alone and am grateful that I won this trip through a fundraiser at work. I'm a pediatric nurse at the Children's Hospital of Philadelphia (also known as CHOP). The fundraiser was to help defray costs for underprivileged families of children who are undergoing prolonged courses of treatment. The money helps pay the cost for the family to stay close by the hospital, for obvious reasons. At $20 a ticket, and the fact that I only had the money at the time to purchase one, I got a great deal! Ten days at the Hilton Hawaiian Village, first class airfare, a daily allowance for food, and several sightseeing excursions fully paid for. A little time away from Philly in February in this tropical paradise, with essentially all expenses paid, is a dream come true.
I'm a little jet lagged but, hey, there are worse places to struggle to stay awake than Waikiki beach. I'm staying at the Hilton Hawaiian Village but decided to walk down the beach just a bit. The nice woman that checked me into the hotel told me that the Hale Koa military hotel was right next door, just in case I was "looking for a little hard-bodied eye candy" while I worked through the jet lag. The nice woman also "leid" me. She put a lovely lei around my neck, kissed my cheek and wished me a very restful vacation. I asked her if she "leid" all her guests and she said, "Oh, no, Alexandra, you are our special guest. Your benefactor who donated this vacation called and told the manager of the hotel that as a pediatric nurse you put in long hours on the night shift and that we were to treat you like royalty while you are here. This is just the beginning of the royal treatment. By the end of your stay, you will feel like Queen Emma herself."
I immediately noticed the pungent, sweet scent of the tropical flowers around my neck. I searched the agent's flower print dress and found her nametag, and replied, "Thank you so much, Malia! You can call me Alex; the only people who call me Alexandra are my parents and my fifth-grade teacher who I could never convince to call me anything else. I never expected to be able to visit Hawaii. Well, maybe someday for my 50
th
anniversary when I was old and decrepit, but not as a 24-year-old broke nurse with oodles of student loan debt; Penn State is not cheap! Not to mention my boyfriend dumped me three months ago, so I'm not remotely close to a first anniversary, much less my 50
th
. I don't know much about the islands, but I look forward to learning! What type of flowers are these, they smell wonderful! I'm sorry, I'm babbling... I will blame it on the jetlag." I giggled.
Malia replied, "You're not babbling, dear, you are just excited. The yellow and white blooms are plumeria, you will see plumeria trees all over the island. The other flower, the white one, is the tuberose. While both have a pleasing tropical scent, the tuberose is the one that you likely are smelling since it has a stronger aroma."
"Malia, you mentioned Queen Emma. I see that one of the excursions I am going on this week is to Queen Emma's Palace. I had no idea there was Hawaiian royalty. Maybe I can find a Hawaiian prince to smuggle back to Philly with me", I replied with a wink.
"Maybe you will, Alex, maybe you will. But if you do, maybe he will convince you to stay here in our tropical paradise. If you don't find your prince, you might find a nice, young, studly marine to smuggle home; unless he wants to drag you to Kaneohe Marine Corps station and show you off to all of his buddies."
With that, Malia completed my check in and off I went to my room, and holy shit, what a room! I was put in the Royal Hawaiian Suite. It was oceanfront, had a huge lanai, and had a separate bedroom, seating area, and a bar. The bar included a note that said, "Drink responsibly but have a great time - this is an open bar, and I have picked up the tab. - Signed - Your jealous boss."
I snapped out of my mental review of the day and returned to the present and the beach. As I said, I had walked over the beach in front of the Hale Koa and put my towel down to stake my small claim where I hoped to spend a few hours working on my tan. I looked down to check my suit. I brought three swimsuits on the trip. The one I chose to wear on my virgin trip to the beach in Hawaii is the most daring of the three; ostensibly to get me the tannest coverage, since this suit covered me the least. Compared to some suits I considered buying it was quite tame. It is a red string bikini with a matching bottom. I've never worn one before since I am petrified some smart-ass teen will come by and pull the strings and leave me baring my firm B-cups, or worse yet, pull the bottom strings and bare my lady bits to the world. "Well, if that happens, at least they won't see a wild jungle since I decided to shave the whole package while I was tending to my bikini line", I thought to myself. I loved the feeling of my new bikini bottoms on my smooth pussy.
Bam! A volleyball landed right next to me and kicked up a spray of sand that seemed to stick to every inch of my sunscreen slathered abs and up around "the girls". "Oh, shit", I exclaimed. I appreciated Malia's caution to apply plenty of sunscreen to protect my lily-white skin from the tropical sun, but now look at me! I look like a sugar cookie - white and covered with "sugar", or in my case, sand.
As I was regaining my senses after being scared half to death, a guy's face popped in front of me. I noticed his dark hair, Polynesian tan, and incredibly sexy bare chest, quickly followed by his concerned look.
"I am so sorry!" he said and reached and attempted to help me brush away the sand. "Hey, man, I can do that myself!" I shot him a warning look but then saw how upset he seemed at the situation. I also noticed the blush that bloomed on his face, so I softened.
"It's ok. I'm fine, I just became more intimately familiar with the sands of Waikiki courtesy of your volleyball. Sorry I yelled at you, but having someone I don't know trying to touch my bare skin kind of freaked me out a little."
I sat up and took a closer look at him. Damn, this must be the Hawaiian prince I was hoping to meet. He was definitely a local boy; probably a surfer judging by his well-defined pecs, abs and legs. He was about 6' 2" tall, lean and with muscles in all the right places. He had typical Hawaiian tattoos on both arms and both legs. I began to imagine what his tight little ass would look like if he would turn around... "Stop!", I told myself. You don't even know this guy!
I heard one of his friends yell to him, "Hey, braddah, you wanna play or what; or are you too busy trying to score with the haole wahine, ya?"
"Shuttup, you!" he yelled back. "Yo brah lolo, I be right back. I need to make sure the sistah isn't hurt." Turning to me, he said, "Sorry about my friends. Sometimes they can be idiots."
I replied, "Well, considering I don't understand most of what you said, I cannot get too upset now, can I?"
"Oh, yeah. I just told them to shut up, they are crazy, and that I had to make sure you aren't hurt. I was speaking Pidgin, local talk."
As he was speaking to her, he noticed that under the thin coat of sand he had accidentally applied to her by way of the wayward volleyball, the woman was stunning. Her pale skin was flawless and perfectly complemented her blue eyes and shoulder length blond hair. Her top covered a set of perky tits that were nicely proportioned to her body. He guessed she must work out since she had flat, nicely defined abs. She looked to be about 5' 7". Her stellar legs completed the package, especially where they met at the junction covered by her red bikini bottoms. He could see a slight camel toe had formed when she sat up to brush off the sand. His dick began to get hard as he thought of the treasures that lie behind that small piece of fabric, and as he wondered what her ass would look like should she stand up and bless him with that view. He'd never been attracted to a haole, non-native white girl.
"Well", she said, "That's funny that your local language is named after a bird. Don't worry, I won't hold your friend's bad manners against you."
He responded, "Mahalo, that's very understanding of you. Here, let me help you up. There is a beach shower right over there. You can rinse off all that sand." Then he yelled to his friends, "Intermission. The game will resume once we fix the problem you caused by trying to spike the ball through my head, Lopaka. Try to, like, aim next time or we won't let you play with us anymore! Be right back." Then turning to me, saying, "By the way, Pidgin isn't named after a bird it actually comes from a Chinese word that has nothing to do with birds! My name is Manoa, and you are?"
"I'm Alex, short for Alexandra."
"Ok, Alex, up you go." As he reached down for my hand to help me up. As our hands met, I felt a warm feeling rush through me. I silently commanded my nipples to behave as I could feel them harden while, at the same time my pussy began to tingle. As I stood, I stumbled slightly and fell against Manoa's chest.
"Whoa, easy there." he said, caching me and helping me regain my balance.
"Sorry, I'm such a klutz." I said as we started moving to the shower. Falling against Manoa's bare chest did nothing to quiet the tingling, in fact it made it much worse. As we arrived, Manoa turned the water on for me and said, "There you go, shower for one is ready, unless you'd like company. Showering with a friend saves water and is good for the environment."
Laughing, I responded, "Oh, we are friends now after you and your other friends tried to bury me in sand?" I gave him a grin and continued, "How are you going to watch me shower and pretend to not be checking me out if you shower with me?"
He gave me a 1,000-watt smile, and replied, "Good thinking, let me just stand right here while you shower. I'll be the guy pretending not to check you out. Do you see all those guys nearby on the beach? They will not be pretending to "not" check you out, they WILL be checking you out. Don't worry, I will protect you from their lustful stares."
"My hero", I quipped as I slid under the water and began rinsing the sand off. As I did so, I watched Manoa. He did try not to watch too closely, though I could see his eyes dart toward my body, and then quickly glanced away several times. I think he liked what he saw because a distinct lump was forming in his board shorts. He turned slightly, seeming to be trying to hide it; however, there was no hiding that Portuguese sausage. Thank goodness I was under the shower because I could feel my pussy getting wet, and not from the shower.
"Auwe, she's hot", thought Manoa. As the water rinsed away the sand, he watched the wet bikini cling to her body and reveal every gorgeous feminine curve. Her nipples seemed to get harder by the second as they poked through the triangles of fabric. His eyes darted away, and then he could not resist, and they darted back to look at her wet, yet covered pussy.
"Auwe", oh my goodness, he thought again. His cock sprung to life as the image of fucking her right then and there on the beach popped into his head. He turned slightly hoping to hide his rock-hard cock from her. He didn't want her to think he was creepy or only after a hookup, though he definitely wouldn't turn down that pussy if she offered it to him. At 25, he was not a virgin, but also not a man-whore. He only had two previous serious relationships, and of those, had only slept with one of them. He was looking for a woman to spend his life with and didn't want to cheapen the love for his future bride by having meaningless sex just because his dick got hard and needed release. He figured that is what his left hand was for since he was left-handed. He couldn't help his fantasizing or the unruly behavior of his young cock, but he could be a gentleman about it and control his urges.
