It is late in the afternoon. The day is slowly dying all around you. Long shadows reach out like spindly fingers, reaching out all around you as you lay in the warm white sand of the beach. Palm trees sway silently in the breeze.
Even though the day grows weary, and evening slowly blends with afternoon, the air is still warm. As it always is in Tahiti. Warm and moist. And heavy all around you. You lay on your back in the warm soft sand. It rises up and molds itself all around your body. Filling in every crevice and pushing gently against your skin.
The sand is warm and pure and you let yourself settle down into it. You look across the blue clear water at the sun as it sinks slowly into the distant island. And your heart is at peace with the world. Your fingers play gently in the sand - feeling the texture and the warmth - as you breathe in the fragrance of all the tropical flowers that are blooming all around you. Plumaria and ginger. Tuberose and halaconia. All of their sweet fragrances blend together and fill all the air that surrounds you.
You are alone. Nobody else occupies your world. It is yours and yours alone. You relish the peace. The comfort. The freedom. But still you feel just a hint of loneliness as you look at into the vast distance of the empty ocean. It is beautiful. But very vast.
I hear you catch your breath as you look up and see me looking down at you. I was jogging when I noticed you. Lying there, alone on this deserted beach. I was surprised to see you. It has been months since I have seen another soul on this sand. At first I was going to just run on by. But my heart told me that I had to take at least a second look. And when I did my heart stopped for just a moment and I had to force myself to begin breathing one more time. My gaze drifted slowly down the length of your body. The most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Lying here. In front of me.
I didn't mean to stare. But how could I just turn and walk away?
You look scared when you turn to look at me, so I assure you that I mean you no harm. I feel embarrassed for a moment. How could I have been so forward? I regret causing you any discomfort. And I am just thinking that I should turn and walk away when I notice that your eyes are slowly searching mine. And my gaze returns to yours. I search yours eyes. They are so lovely. So beautiful and so strong.
I watch you for just a moment and then I reach forward and move to gently kiss your cheek. But I stop. And move back just a little. I continue to look at you, drinking in all your beauty. Struggling to memorize everything about you. For I know that a moment like this may never come again. At last I don't know what to say so I ask you, "What are you doing here?"
You seem a little offended and I assure you that I didn't mean it that way. you are welcome. Very, very welcome. You ask me what I am doing here and I tell you that I own the beach. I live here. "Where" you ask, with some clear skepticism. I motion toward an opening in the jungle that ends at the edge of the white crystal sand. Would you like to see? I ask.
I reach and take your hand to help you lift up from the sand. Your hand is soft and warm in mine. I hold it strongly and lift you up and soon you are standing close beside me. My heart beats faster as I see you standing. So close to me. I can feel the warmth of your body. I watch your fingers as they brush the clinging sand from your body. My heart jumps with each stroke. Soon you stop and again you look at me. For what seems like several minutes you search my face. Then, without speaking, you move forward and gently kiss my cheek. Your lips are warm and soft. And my heart beats even faster. You tell me that you would love to see my home and we walk together, hand in hand, along the sandy path toward my home. The sound of the sand crunching between our toes competes with the sounds of song birds who fill the near by trees.
Soon we walk together through the front door of my Polynesian home. The home is open air. Warm breezes flow among the rooms. The walls are made of rich koa wood, hand hewn from the surrounding forest. Flowers grow in ever corner and their fragrance fills the room. You are standing, looking out the window at the dying sunset when I walk up close behind you.
I wrap my arms around you and draw your back to me. I can feel you catch your breath and I can feel your heart leap. I draw your body close to mine and I can feel your back lightly on my chest. Your butt touches me gently and I can feel the immediate reaction. I move my hands up and down, gently on your arms. Feeling your soft warm skin. Then I lean forward and whisper in your ear. Do you trust me? I ask. You hesitate for just a moment, and then you say you do.
Good, I say. Then I reach down and gather you up into my arms, and carry you across the room. I tell you to close your eyes as I lay you on your back on the grass mat the covers the stone floor.
I leave you alone for just a moment. But then I return. In my hand is a long stem red ginger flower. It beautiful and fragrant blossom firm and long. Little soft spikes poke out all over the head. I take the flower and gently touch your face. I swirl it around. Let it drift slowly and gently across your lips. Move it slowly up and down your cheek. Down your neck and across your earlobe.
Then I move it down and begin to draw large circles on your skin. Moving slowly and gently around your breasts. In a moment I kiss your cheek. Then my fingers replace the flower. They move gently down your cheek, from your temple, along your ears and slide slowly down your cheek. Now the flower is back. Touching you. The circles around your breasts are tightening. In one more moment the tip of the flower slides in under your bikini top. Just for a moment. Very gently it grazes your skin. You can feel the little fingers tips of the flower straining to reach under your top. I move it around gently. They push slowly inside, almost reaching the top of your nipple.
Then I lean down beside you. The flower moves quickly down. It circles around your stomach. Sliding gently on your soft skin. My fingers move beside your breasts. Gently stroking the skin beside them. And with one motion I reach and gently touch your lips with mine. Just as the flower tip moves downward ... and slides inside one leg of your shorts. My lips move on your lips. My fingers graze across your nipple and the firm tips of the flowers reach up and move inside your shorts. Caressing the inside of your thighs, moving slowly upward. Growing closer. My fingers move more firmly and my lips are kissing yours. At last the flower moves up further.
Then I lean down beside you. The flower moves quickly down. It circles around your stomach. Sliding gently on your soft skin. My fingers move beside your breasts. Gently stroking the skin beside them. And with one motion I reach and gently touch your lips with mine. Just as the flower tip moves downward ... and slides inside one leg of your swimming suit. My lips move on your lips. My fingers graze across your nipple and the firm tips of the flowers reach up and move inside your shorts. Caressing the inside of your thighs, moving slowly upward. Growing closer. My fingers move more firmly and my lips are kissing yours. I kiss you deeper and deeper. The tip of my tongue glides across your lips as the flower moves further up your leg. You can feel the pedal as it caresses the skin just below your entrance. My lips press against yours. Harder. Then softer. Then quickly kissing you light but fast. Over and over. Then I kiss you once, very deeply, and my fingers move over the fabric of your top. And then I slide down so that my mouth is at the top of your suit bottom.
The flower moves quickly inside your suit. Grazing back and forth. My fingers play with your nipples through the cloth. Then with one movement I unhook your top and let the separate pieces slide apart. Revealing the cleavage between your breasts. And with my teeth I grab your suit bottom and slide it down your legs. My hands move toward your breasts as I push the cloth away. I brush my fingers lightly on the outside of each breast. Just an inch below the nipple. I feel your chest trust up as you strain to feel my fingers on your breasts. You want it. You want to feel your breasts stretching out. You want to feel my fingers rolling your nipples.
But I refuse. I touch the sides. Rubbing my fingers slowly along the sides as move my tongue toward your legs. With the tip of my stiff tongue I trace little lines along the inside of your leg. As the flower moves again along the inside of the left leg. First along the inside of the calf. Back and forth and up and down along your leg. Long silky strokes. As my fingers move a whisper closer to your nipples.
I am at the inside of your knee. As my tongue touches the skin of your thigh just above your knee I feel your hips buck up. As they do I move my fingers to graze across your nipples. Touching each very lightly. Just for a moment. Your chest heaves up and you thrust your breasts upward. And hold them high. Begging to feel a warm wet mouth sucking them. Taking them. I can feel your heart beating faster. And I can hear a moan slowly coming from your body. And your body shutters as my hard tongue slides along the inside of your thigh.