When my girlfriend informed me at lunch that her gal friends had pitched in and bought us a three-year anniversary gift of a mini trip to Hawaii, I could barely contain my excitement. I had been saving money to take her on a getaway and with her friends' surprise offering it looked like I could really make things special.
Two weeks later, after a humid evening trip to LAX from our apartment in Walnut via the back seats of a taxi van, we put Southern California behind us and cruised comfortably at 30,000 feet. We passed the hours of flight by flipping through travel brochures, listening to music via Bluetooth headphones and my aging iPod Touch, laughing quietly over inside jokes and a few naps.
When we deplaned in Honolulu, we boarded a boat to our resort destination: Hanalei Colony on Kauai. The views were stunning as the sun played over the ocean and when we arrived we both noticed the mountains and golden shoreline. It didn't take us long to grab the keys to our oceanfront suite, toss our luggage aside and crash for a few hours of rest.
She woke me in the middle of the night, the breeze blowing ocean and floral scents through the rooms. I had stripped to my boxer briefs before falling onto the bed and she got my eyes to open, a smile on my face, by nuzzling my neck playfully. Her lips grazing near my chin gave me gooseflesh and I reached out to touch her but she scooted off the bed.
"Get up. You have to see this."
I crawled off the bed and followed her from the small deck onto the beach. The moon was just above the mountains, its glow cast mystically on the tops of the waves.
"Beautiful," I whispered.
"Come on, let's walk in the surf."
"I don't have any clothes on, unlike you," I laughed. She had thrown on a tank and shorts before passing out after our arrival.
She grabbed my hands and looked around. "No one will see anything. Come on!"
Hand-in-hand we walked down to the water's edge and started heading away from the resort, the waves rolling gently in to shore and wetting our feet and ankles. The air was warm and I was feeling amorous.
"I have always wanted to make love on a beach," she announced, catching me in my thoughts. "Make love to me?"
"Pick the spot," I offered as we were now out of sight of the resort altogether.
She led me just up from the waterline before sinking to her knees in the sand. I tried to kneel, but she stopped me. Her hands moved instantly to my boxers and she rubbed my cock, teasing it to a pleasant, tingling erection. As I stiffened, it was all I could do to remain standing. She pulled the boxers down to my ankles, then grasped my cock and ran her tongue over the shaft before gently placing the head between her lips. Her tongue played with me, warm and slick as it caressed me. She cupped my balls in one hand while she guided my cock in her other, taking more and more of it as she began sliding it deeper into her mouth. She had never been this eager before and I enjoyed the way she grew even more excited when the first wave washed far enough to wet her waist.
She reached around and placed both of her hands on my bare ass, her mouth consuming my erect, pulsing dick and motioned me to move with her. I cupped the side of her head gently and began pumping between her lips, the pre cum and saliva mixing into a warm lube. When she sucked harder, I thought I might lose control prematurely over how incredible it felt.
We were lost in the moment when I heard a splash and something slide onto the sand about 200 feet to our left. The moon had dipped behind the mountains and in the starlight I could make nothing out. I stopped, slipping my cock from my girlfriend's hot grasp and placed a finger on her lips to motion her to be quiet. She giggled.
"No need to stop," a husky male voice stated in the dark. "Just finished a swim and happened upon ya. Apologies."
