The next day Michael arose before sunrise, feeling completely rested and energetic. Having crashed so early the previous evening and having skipped dinner he was also famished. He had some fruit then went for a walk around the resort and down to the beach. Some dawn photography followed by a quick swim in the ocean soothed his soul. He returned to his room, had a shower, then made himself a proper breakfast.
Sated from his repast, he slipped into a fresh pair of shorts and a nondescript blue t-shirt. He drove to old Koloa town, then took his time strolling around the shops, relishing in the morning bustle of fellow tourists and townsfolk. Popping into a small coffee shop he ordered an iced coffee, then sat out on the patio in a chair next to a small table, taking in the sights, sipping his cold brew in silent exhilaration. Just as he was achieving a level of relaxation that he hadn't felt since his hike in Waimea Canyon, a vaguely familiar female voice intruded.
"Well, if it isn't Mr. Photographer."
Michael turned, and damned if it wasn't that same woman he had come across on that day. This time he could more clearly make out her features. Strawberry blond hair, probably more strawberry than blond, was tied back in a ponytail. She no longer wore a ball cap, nor aviator sunglasses, her blue eyes now clearly visible. A field of freckles dotted her cheeks and small nose, her nostrils flaring slightly. Thin, red lips formed an incredible smile just like the first day he met her. She was dressed casually, a pair of flip flops on her bare feet poking out from another pair of loose fitting grey cargo pants, a Blue Hawaiian Helicopter t-shirt covering her torso. She was tanned, a lovely golden hue complimenting her hair.
"Oh, hi!" he exclaimed, surprised yet delighted to see her.
"Out for a morning cup of Joe?"
"Uh..yeah, and you?"
"You know it, can't start my morning without my hot Kona coffee," she said, nodding towards the cup she held in front of her.
"Umm...would you like to join me?"
Michael questioned why he asked her. Didn't he already have enough going on with women right now, did he really have to add another complication? But he couldn't help himself. Maybe it was her easy going manner, her friendliness, her pretty eyes, or that fabulous smile.
"Oh...umm...yeah sure, why not?" she replied, taking a seat.
He extended his hand across the table to shake hers.
"I'm Michael. And you are?"
"Cindy."
"Pleased to officially make your acquaintance Cindy."
"Likewise Michael," she beamed back at him, flashing those brilliant pearly whites.
Following that brief exchange they sipped their respective beverages, conversing as they did. Cindy was originally from California, moving to Kauai with her parents when she was three. She grew up on the island, but then returned to the mainland to attend university. She had lived in Seattle for several years after she graduated, but couldn't get Hawaii out of her system, moving back a few years ago.
They talked about hobbies and traveling. Michael learned that she was an avid surfer. He assumed that most people growing up in Hawaii did that, whether they're natives or Haole, and she seemed to be quite enamored with everything related to the sport. He had never had the courage to try it and was fascinated by a couple of the stories she related, especially one involving a tow cord tangled in some coral that had been difficult to escape, a scary incident that had taken some time for her to get over.
She was also curious about photography. Asking him a ton of questions, he answered them as best he could, but he was far more interested in listening to her than in sharing his photographic expertise, and he was loathe to come across as a "know it all." After an enjoyable half hour or so she got up to leave.
"Well, I've got to say goodbye now Michael, time to get to work."
"Oh, of course. And where might that be?"
"Blue Hawaiian," she said, pointing to the front of her shirt.
"The helicopter tour company?" Michael asked excitedly.
"The one and only," she replied, grinning.
"Wow, that's so cool! What do you do?"
"I'm a pilot."
"Shut the fuck up! Really?"
"Yes, really. You sound surprised."
"No umm...not exactly, I just think that's fantastic!"
"Yeah, it is. You should come up with us sometime."
"I most certainly will try to do that," he replied.
Standing up to shake her hand again, she passed him her business card. "Cindy North, Pilot, Blue Hawaiian Helicopters" it read in small bold letters. He stared at the card for a few seconds and then back at her.
"Well, It was a pleasure chatting, Cindy North."
"The feeling is mutual Michael...?"
"Michael White."
"All right then, nice meeting you again Michael White."
She smiled one last time before turning to walk down the street. His eyes followed her as she purposefully made her way towards her destination, turning again to wave goodbye before heading down a side street. What an intriguing woman, he thought, immediately determining to take her up on her offer.
Following his encounter with Cindy, Michael explored the small town for another half hour or so before returning to the resort. He had no plans for the remainder of the day, figuring he would take it easy, maybe hang out at the pool and later drive along the coast around sunset. First however he was going to take a nap, his early rising now taking its toll. He crashed in his bed for an hour before awakening to the sound of a knock on the door. Kaylee, he assumed.
"I'll be right there babe," he called out loudly.
Michael swung open the door expecting to see the young, blond hottie, only to discover her also hot, redheaded mother instead. Welcoming her into his suite he was relieved he hadn't called out Kaylee's name.
"Babe huh?" she said, smirking coyly. "You weren't expecting someone else were you?"
"No, of course not," he answered quickly, trying to cover up his surprise.
"Well, it's just a bit odd you calling me babe, but I like it," Leigh replied, moving her body into his and kissing him.
Michael pulled back just a little, looking at Leigh. He was hesitant to keep leading her on, but damn if he didn't want her at this very moment. Seemingly in a constant state of arousal, he was ready, willing, and able to screw this ruby haired slut as much as her heart desired.
"I really need to--"
"Make love to me?" she said, finishing his sentence.
"I was going to say fuck you, but make love works."
"Wow, you're so crude!"
"Not crude. To the point."
He hauled her into him, kissing her harder, their lips and tongues mingling in a lustful caress.
"Oh fuck, I love how you kiss me." she sighed.
She was wearing a pair of silky slacks covering skimpy blue bikini bottoms, and a matching blue top, the pants shed as they moved to the bedroom. Most of Leigh's body had acquired a light golden hue, although she had kept her face fairly well hidden from the intruding rays of the intense Hawaiian sun. Wavy crimson curls flowed about her head, her lipstick a complementary shade of flaming red. She slipped out of her thong, her triangular patch of fiery pubes enticing to say the least. Michael threw her onto the bed, spreading her legs wide, pushing her knees apart with his hands. He had to taste her.
"Fuck yes baby, eat me," she moaned as he lowered his mouth to her pussy.
Michael uncharacteristically went wild immediately. He was like a savage, plastering his lips against her sex, his tongue delving between the folds of her blossoming, swollen labia. He licked her hard and fast, cramming his tongue inside her, then tongued her clit, his fingers replacing said organ inside her cunt. He slid in one, two, then three digits, stretching her pussy as he fucked her with them.
"Oh my fucking god, what's come over you?" she gushed as he ravaged her.
He didn't quite understand it himself. He hadn't felt particularly horny during the morning, but perhaps his chance encounter with Cindy had gotten his motor going a little. Maybe it was seeing Leigh at his door, looking so sexy in her little outfit, knowing that he could fuck her as much and as often as he desired. Or was it was the fact that he was basically at the point now where he was fucking, or wanting to fuck any woman who came into his orbit? Did yesterday's orgy trigger something, releasing some pent up sexual psychosis? Whatever it was, all he could think of at the moment was fucking the shit out of Leigh.
He continued slathering her with saliva, frantically sliding his tongue back and forth across her slick, tingling gem. He found her g-spot, tenaciously rubbing the roof of her rapidly soaking vagina, zealously curling his fingers to maintain constant contact on the velvety target.
"Shit Michael, fuck keep going sweetheart, fuck keep going!"
She couldn't have stopped him if she tried. He was out of control, and if for some reason she changed her mind, he wouldn't have stopped, couldn't have stopped. He was a man on a crazed mission, morality and responsibility be damned. As he pummeled her genitals with his mouth and hand he could feel her orgasm welling up in her, her body thrusting off of the bed, legs spasming wildly.
"Oh my god...oh my god...oh my god...oh god Michael...oh fuck I'm gonna cum baby...OH FUCK YESSSS!" she screamed, her climax consuming her.
Leigh thrashed about, her back arched, her head reeling from side to side. She came for several seconds, finally collapsing on the bed as her ardor cooled. But he wasn't finished. Retracting his fingers from her sopping slit Michael stood up, wiping her juices from his mouth and chin with the back of his hand. Unhooking the button of his Bermudas he unzipped the fly, letting the shorts drop to the floor. Next he pulled off his shirt, standing before Leigh completely nude, his raging erection bouncing in front of him.
Leigh still wore her bikini top, but it had shifted to reveal those delightful tits, flopping on her chest, the pink nipples hard, the color contrasting against her brownish areolae. Her scarlet tresses cascaded onto the pillow beneath her head. She gazed up at him, her green eyes sparkling, her full, moist red lips forming a tiny smile.
"I'm gonna fuck you now Leigh."
"Yes lover, fuck me."
He moved towards the bed, placing a knee on the mattress as he climbed atop it. Spreading her shapely, smooth legs wider, she gave him easy admission to her beguiling prize. Michael propped himself above her, his legs between hers, his prick hovering in front of her pussy.
"God Leigh, you're beautiful," he said.
"Oh Michael, sweetheart, make love to me."
His mouth descending, their lips joined in a tender kiss. Michael held his cock in his right hand, bringing it towards her heavenly, welcoming hole. She met it with the fingers of her left hand, guiding it the remaining way to her satiny opening. The tip nestled between her burgeoning pussy lips, Michael gently pushing it beyond her pink folds into her searing, silky snatch.
