Hawaiian Dream

Disclaimer: The writer doesn't personally know J. Gyllenhaal and the story is pure fiction and isn't meant to portray real relationships.

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I lay down on a sun bed near a pool, letting the gentle afternoon sun brush my skin. It was my first time visiting the Hawaiian Islands, and so far the visit had been more than pleasurable. I had been working madly throughout the beginning of the year, and the trip to Oahu was my special treat for myself to relieve the stress. I sipped my glass of piña colada and closed my eyes, remembering few of the good-looking men I had witnessed that day -- the nice side of travelling alone.

Especially one man had caught my eye earlier that day. I'd been on my morning walk, and had passed a wedding site on one beach. I had stopped to watch for a moment, the ceremony seemed to be quite simple but beautiful, and at first I had thought the man in question was the groom. Soon, however I realised that he was probably the best man or something. He was well built and he had dark, almost black waving hair. I thought he looked familiar, but couldn't attach his face with any name. For a moment, his blue eyes met mine, and I felt that something passed between us. Soon after that, I continued my walk, not wishing to be too curious over such a private party.

I rolled over in the sun bed, to catch some of the day's last sunrays on my back too. I must've fallen into a light sleep about the man walking on a beach with me. But then I woke abruptly when I heard a soft cough from somewhere near me, and cracked other of my eyes slightly open, to see the source of the sound. I couldn't have been more surprised to see the same man sitting on the next sun bed, looking at me inquisitively. In a flash, I opened both of my eyes and jumped to sit up. The man smiled at me, saying:

"Didn't mean to startle you, but I thought I'd ask if I could use your sunscreen."

I was still slightly unfocused, from meeting the man I had just been day dreaming about, so I just nodded at him. He took the bottle from under my bed and started applying the white cream all over his chest and shoulders. Stunned, I just kept watching at him. He seemed to be sun-tanned, and I wondered why he even needed the screen. But, soon enough, my thoughts started on a very different route. The man had a broad, muscular chest with dark hairs sprinkled all over. My eyes seemed to have a mind of their own, as my gaze travelled southwards on his body. I was most fascinated about the trail of hairs that disappeared under the waist of his beach shorts.

I was startled once again by the voice of the man, and feeling slightly guilty of my peeking lifted my gaze back to his face, when he asked:

"You don't talk a lot, do you?"

This time, I finally got my mouth opened, and answered him:

"Sorry, I must've fallen asleep for a moment there, so I was a bit dislocated."

"You've had a hard day?"

I saw the bantering twinkle in his eyes, who really would have a hard day in a lovely beach resort like this. So I smiled at him answering his question:

"Naah, I bet you've had it rougher, weddings can be exhausting."

"Well, this one wasn't that exhausting, just few dozen of us and a relaxed feeling to all of it. You're the girl, who stopped to see us, aren't you?"

Before I knew it, I slipped:

"Yeah, I was so happy when I realised you wasn't the groom."

That provoked a big, hearty laugh out of the man, who still laughing continued the talk:

"You talk directly, don't you. Could I ask you another favour?" I nodded to him, and he continued with a small smile that reached his eyes too:

"Could you put some of the screen to my back, can't reach there myself."

If I didn't totally misinterpret the situation, the handsome stranger was flirting with me. It felt actually very nice, and I saw no problem in continuing it. So I accepted and rose from my seat to grab the bottle from him. Our fingers met gently for a blink of an eye, and I felt other kind of burn raising from behind the heat that sun had left on my skin. Quietly, I started spreading the ointment, marvelling the smoothness of the man's skin at the same time. He had silenced too, but through my fingers I could feel the small movements he was making. When I gently approached his lower back, I felt surely how a small shudder ran through him. Finally, and at the same time all too soon, I was done with the sunscreen and returned to my own seat, sipping my drink slightly nervously.

I was happy, that the man didn't turn to face me the same moment, so that I had a while to collect myself and even my quickened breathing. Soon enough, he turned and I saw some traces of similar excitement that I had been feeling on his face. Relaxed he smiled at me again, and pushed his hand forward in to the space between the two sun beds, saying:

"By the way, my name's Jake"

I took the hand he offered and shook it, telling Jake my name too, and that it was nice to meet him, all polite and normal, but a tickling undercurrent running through our joined hands. At the same time my brain was running at hundred miles a minute, the name had reminded me of the familiarity of his face that I had been wondering earlier. Could he really be that Jake?

Then I got no more to think, as Jake moved his thumb over the back of my hand and neither of us wanted to be the first one to let go of the handshake. The moment was broken however, when a loud family occupied the other side of the deserted pool. Simultaneously, we let go and to get to do something with my hands, I took the piña colada glass, only to find it to be empty. Jake rose from his sun bed, and motioning towards the empty glass in my hand, he asked:

"Can I get you another one? For like, compensation of the sunscreen."

"Sure, but please bring something else, I've had quite a few of those coladas." I looked back at him and added:

"If that's ok for you, that is."

"Of course, what'd you like to have?"

A few other things of what I'd like to have passed my mind, and I let a brief smirk rise on my face, bit my lover lip, pretending to think. Then I just said:

"Surprise me."

"Yeah, I will", Jake muttered as he headed towards the pool bar.

I watched his walk, admiring the movement of his well-toned muscles, as there was nothing but white beach shorts to hinder the view. I still couldn't believe what had happened so far, really, how possible was that the guy I had been drooling over would come flirting to me. But on the other hand, I wondered how far this play would take. I decided to hang along, and see. Jake was already approaching me again, with two drinks in his hands. He passed other of those to me, and I asked:

"What is it?"

"A mojito."

I sipped carefully, not really knowing how strong the drink would be. Fortunately, it seemed to be rather mild, so I dared to take a larger gulp to quench my thirst. Jake was sipping his drink too, looking at me, apparently waiting for some kind of judgement from me.

"It tastes great. Thanks a lot, really."

Jake's smile deepened, as he started the conversation again:

"Happy to hear that. How long have you been here?"

"Third full day here."

He nodded and continued:

"What've you been doing?"

For the next hour, I told him what I had already seen and what I still wished to do. Jake gave me hints what he had liked on his earlier visits, and without asking again, he went to get new drinks from the bar. Each time he went, I felt dizzier, I wasn't sure if it was the drinks or just being around that man. Probably they both had their part in that. Once, we went for a dip in the pool, but it started to feel too cool quite soon, because the sun was already really low in the sky. Still, I was really surprised, when the bar clerk came to announce us that the pool area would be closed in fifteen minutes for the night. I really didn't know what should I do, I'd had so fun time, and didn't really yet want to part Jake, but on the other hand I didn't know if it was polite to ask what he would be doing later in the evening.

Jake seemed to sense, my confusion, because he smiled comfortingly at me and asked:

"If you don't have anything special to do, I still have some refreshments in my room..."

He let the end of his offer linger in the air, and I didn't have to think about that twice. A bright smile crept on my face, I nodded to him and said:

"Just let me gather my belongings."

Jake waited patiently as I put the sunscreen, a book that I had abandoned and my towel in my beach bag, and pulled a light summer dress from it at the same time. In a minute I was ready, and took a step towards him. Jake seemed to hesitate a second, we hadn't touched each other after the handshake, but he made quickly his mind, and then wrapped his arm around my shoulders. Again, as if having its own mind, my hand went around his waist. In silence, we started walking towards the lobby and elevators, and all I could think that this thing was really going the way I liked.

His room was in the highest floor, and as we walked the down the corridor, some people came towards us. Jake stopped, so I did the same, while he chatted a moment with them. When we started moving again, he just explained that they had been few of the wedding guests. Finally, we were at the door of his room. Apparently he too had had something more than the 3 mild mojitos at the pool, because he fumbled with the keys. Or maybe he was just as nervous as I was.

Then, we were inside his room. Or, it was more like an apartment, there was a sitting area next to the hallway we were standing in, and I could see a patio door next to the sofas and two other doors on the back wall. I kicked of my sandals, as Jake pulled me further inside. I sat on the sofa, and again looked at him admiringly as he moved in the apartment. He had also left his flip-flops in the hall, and was now in the kitchenette area, turning on radio to a station that played some soft music and opening two bottles. Then Jake came back to the living room area, handed me a Breezer and sat next to me.

We had sat close to each other on the pool area, but this was much more intimate. My gaze was flipping back and forth between Jake's face and the bottle I was fiddling. From time to time, his eyes met mine, and it was like a bolt of electricity every time. Our conversation had flowed freely earlier, but now it was all quiet, not in an uncomfortable way, but in a very excited way. One moment, when I was looking at the bottle and its etiquette that I had already half-torn away, I felt his touch on my shoulder.

I looked up again, Jake was looking directly into my eyes. He licked his full lips and leaned in towards me. I didn't have time to do anything else, only a lone thought: "Whoa, this is it", passed my mind and the next moment our lips were touching. He tasted like the lime drink we'd been drinking, tasted like a man and then there was that taste I hadn't tasted ever before; Jake's own taste. I opened my mouth, answering his soft, yet demanding moves. My tongue met his, and they swirled around, touching and searching. I felt the familiar flutter of fire in the bottom of my belly.

I moved closer to Jake, placing the now forgotten bottle on the coffee table, in the same movement. Now, we were tightly together, no space for a paper slip between us. He wound his arms around me, and I moved the way he wished to sit on his lap. All the time we were kissing, harder or lighter, with or without tongues, all kinds of kisses that I just could imagine. I felt how Jake started sliding his strong hands up and down my back, sending shivers along it.

My breath was quickening by the minute, and I moved myself restlessly against his body. I let my hands wander to touch the same muscles I had only hours before spread the sunscreen on. In between the kisses I smiled slightly, when I got the same, nervous movements in response as I had then. I was glad that we didn't have too much disturbing clothes in our way, so I just could slip my hands in between us, to feel the chest I had admired. Jake let out a small huff, when my fingers passed his nipples.

His hands were on my hips at the moment, and he had already gathered the skirt into his hands and was pulling it impatiently upwards. I let go of him for a moment, to help him as he pulled my dress over my head. As if he was pleased with his own work, Jake nodded smiling and leaned again closer to me. This time, he didn't search for my mouth to kiss, but started planting little, wet kisses on my neck and then he nibbled me gently. It was my turn to moan, and if possible, I moved even closer.

Apparently, something was changed by my abrupt movement, Jake's grip on my hips tightened and at the same time as I pushed downwards, he lifted his hips upwards and I had the first feel of his hard member. I felt a matching need flowing from inside of me, and made the movement again. And again he answered, with his own counter-move, sucking and kissing my neck and ears at the same. This time, both of us groaned, and our hands were sent on yet another expedition around each other's bodies.

I touched the hard muscles of his thighs, still clad in the slippery fabric of beach shorts. We continued the feverish movements, still wishing to prolong things. But on each moan, the inevitable would be closer. Jake's hands were now at my breast, fondling them tenderly. I found his mouth again, drowning my whimpers into the kiss. Next time I opened my eyes, when Jake pulled slightly away, and asked, panting:

"You like this, don't you?"

I nodded my head, but didn't have a chance to answer, because the next moment, he was already kissing me again. Now, his kisses were longer and deeper, but just as full of need as they had been before. I couldn't help another loud groan, when his tongue started a journey towards my breasts. Jake was working behind my neck on the knot that held my swim suit on, soon the upper part of it was out of the way, and I felt his kisses and licks on bare, sensitive skin. My own hands were again all over his body, petting his tanned skin, following the trail of hair and touching the outlines of his rigid shaft.

Jake let out a series of pants and moans against my bosom and sucked forcefully at my nipple. His hands were already pulling away the trunks of my swim suit, and I couldn't wait to do the same for him. As it would've been a common agreement, I stood up and Jake followed me. I don't know which of us undressed which trousers, but after a minute of tumbling and kisses here and there, we both were at last naked.

I had to stop for a brief pause to just look at all his glory properly. And as I felt his gaze roaming over me, I knew I was receiving a similar look up. Jake was tanned, which contrasted to the paleness of his private areas, further drawing my attention there. Now I finally saw where the treasure trail of his was leading to; his manhood was standing proud, out of the nest of dark, curly hairs. I felt the wetness from my own parts flowing freely, and wouldn't have needed any further incentive as Jake took my hand and led me through one of the doors into a bedroom.

We paused our walk for a moment to kiss and fondle each other on the foot-end of the bed. Jake let me go for a second, as he went for his suitcase and returned with a toiletry bag. During that time, I had climbed onto the bed and lain down. The cool linens felt very caressing on my hot and bothered skin, so I made myself comfortable there. Soon he was with me again, continuing on from where we left. Now, that we were on the same level, it was much easier to get to know each others bodies.

For a while, we playfully wrestled on the bed. When I was on the top, I would kiss Jake's neck like he had done to me earlier. Or I would give his dick a few teasing strokes. And then in a matter of seconds he would be the one on top; massaging my breasts or licking all the sensitive spots in my inner thighs. One time, when Jake was on the top, he found a way to take all the fight away from me. His tongue wasn't any more on the skin of my thighs, but gently touching the most sensitive spot of them all.

I totally froze, after all the foreplay, I suddenly felt that I couldn't wait a minute more. Eagerly I opened my legs as far as they would go, giving Jake all the access he would ever need. He probably sensed the change in my mood, from horny but playful to totally oblivious. He tasted me, from down to all the way up, leaving his tongue to play with my clit. I entwined my fingers to his hair, as he continued the well-mastered administrations. I started whimpering and after few similar licks, I was groaning aloud.

The tension that had been gathering all afternoon started warming my insides. I felt my muscles tighten, as my hips rose to meet Jake's mouth. Again, I felt a flood of wetness from my arousal, and he must've tasted it too, because he let out a moan too. I begged for something more, didn't even know anymore what I was asking. Suddenly I felt how one of his fingers was there with his tongue, pushing into me. The tension was uncoiling, and I shouted out loud as I came.

Jake rose up and crept towards me. He kissed me, fully on the lips, trying to muffle me a little and I tasted my own excitement in the kiss. Somehow, Jake had managed to get a condom and roll it over at the same time while he was kissing me, because the next thing I knew was that he was entering me, with something a lot larger than his finger had been. I was still wet, sensitive and throbbing from the power of my orgasm, readier than I had ever been for anyone. Still, I felt how he was stretching me, pleasurably making way for himself.

Jake had grabbed other of my legs, which raised my hips higher, giving his push more force. Even if I had just come powerfully, I felt that next one was already building somewhere deep inside me. We were kissing again and I snaked my other hand onto his lower back to urge him forward, as if he needed any urging. Soon, he was uttering long, deep groans, and he picked up the pace further. I held on to him, in the ride of my life.

After a while, I didn't know where I ended and Jake started. His low groans and monosyllabic words of pleasure were mixed with my own higher moans into a sweet song of feel-good. He began a movement and I ended it. His manhood hit every pleasure spot inside of me and I could see from his face that his pleasure spots were well taken care of too. Then I saw him close his eyes and a smile spread slowly on his face, like illuminating him. Jake kissed my ear once, gently and whispered:

"Come on, baby, come with me."

And I did; his words pushed me over the edge again. He uttered a few non-sensible words, ending in a noticeable ahh of pleasure. I felt how we pulsated together, as he made the few, lazy last pushes. I had closed eyes in the rush of delight, still enjoying the waves of it. Slowly I opened my eyes and met his gaze once again. Jake smiled tiredly, but caressed my hair in sync with his calming breath. Somehow, my own hand found the same rhythm, as I soothed his back. A while we just lay down like that, as close as two human beings ever can.

Then he let go of my leg, and started pulling back. I knew it was necessary, but would have wanted to stay there a moment longer. Jake threw away the used safety rubber, and gathered me back to his arms. I stared at the ceiling for a moment, not thinking anything, just basking in the afterglow, before saying playfully:

"That wasn't bad at all."

Jake burst out laughing, the same hearty laugh I'd already heard before. I had a very good feeling of it all, as we fell asleep.