Hawaii seemed the best place to take your vacation. Alone, you figured a beach vacation for the best place to pick up women. The hotel you found yourself at was nice, a tall modern structure right on the beach...and your second night here you've wandered through the lobby and found a gathering. Bachelor party, and big one. One more face swept up into the festivities goes unnoticed and you follow the crowd out to the beach.
Long logs sit on the sand lined up in front of a raised platform of a stage. Once a week they hold a luau, but that's on Sunday and this is Friday night. The stage is empty, the drums beside it are abandoned, unlit torches lay dormant on either side of the T shaped stage. Several kegs of beer in basins of ice sit at the ready and the guests make their way there first. Twenty, thirty minutes pass and as the sun begins to dip low on the horizon, several people make their way to the stage. Two men in traditional dress take positions by the stage, another seems to be hanging out for technical issues, and a dark Hawaiian beauty walks with them.
She is simply breathtaking. Her hair is long and dark, curling in gentle flowing waves that tangle lightly to low points on her back. Her skin is healthy and glowing, a warm brown that speaks of hours in the sun, enjoying her caress. Her large, thickly-lashed, dark brown eyes draw your attention with a mischievous twinkle. She is dressed for a hula, wearing a long grass skirt from a 'waistband' ringed with delicate petaled pink flowers. Her 'bra' consists of two big sea shells and some twine. She has a matching lei around her neck and a flower in her hair. She is comely and curvaceous, her physique is both round and firm in the most pleasing of ways. She stands there in the front center of the stage in position, awaiting the beginning of the music.
Drums begin to play and you move quickly for a front log. This isn't your party, you weren't even invited technically...but like a moth to a flame you are drawn in and take up the front and center position. The guests all file in and sit down, the drumming picks up to a rapid rate she begins to dance. She shakes her hips, fast ... fast so that everything on her body bounces and jiggles.
Bum bapa bum bapa bum bapa bum bum bum bum. The drums pound out a primal rhythm and with a lusty grace she moves.
Bum bapa bum bapa bum. She spins around and bends forward, bends over. This is nothing like a traditional hula. She begins to move instinctively. The grass strands part and twin bare cheeks can be seen through the veil of dried strands. No panties under that grass skirt. She shakes and shimmies, grass starting to fall from the band on her hips as she straightens and arches her back the other way, flexing and rolling her tummy as one graceful leg parts the curtain of grass again. Around her little ankle a cuff of pink flowers is woven.
Graceful arms stretch toward the sky, fingers flexing and hands rolling expressively. Her busty silhouette is outlined against the purple sunset behind her. Just as the sky darkens and makes seeing the details of her exquisite frame difficult, fires erupt from two torches on either side of her and she reaches behind to fall into a back bend. The grass falls down between her legs to conceal her sex, but the strong and round thighs are bared from the draping blades. Beneath, the firm curve of her butt is bunched slightly up, seeming rounder still from the impossible bend. Her hair drags the ground....the flower falls out. Suddenly she twists and ends up on her hands and knees. Her back arches and snaps repeatedly with the beat, bucking like some little wild animal as she makes her way back to her feet.
