We finally arrived and landed at Daniel K. Inouye International Airport in Honolulu. We'd have to get our bags and then transfer to an island hopper to fly us to Kahului Airport on Maui for the first leg of our trip.
While waiting for our bags, I saw Big Red looking Hannah's way. His wife, a very unattractive heavyset bottle blonde with dark roots showing, was staring daggers at Hannah. I guess he had told her what he saw.
Hannah had put on big sunglasses and was ignoring the attention she was getting. I'm certain she was thankful she had worn dark pants.
We took our short flight to Maui after transferring our bags. We got ground transportation to our resort.
We checked in and we're quickly whisked to our modest but still very nice room. As Hannah begun to unpack, I told her I needed to make some arrangements for our plans for the next few days.
I went back down to the lobby and made my over to the concierge desk. I was hoping to find a guy working but instead found a woman. She was short, but very slender, wearing her long brunette hair straight.
"Aloha, mister...?"
"Aloha. I am John Steward. Room 506."
She did a quick scan of her computer, obviously pulling up my reservation.
"Ah, yes. Welcome to the resort, Mr. Steward. I'm Rebecca and I'll be happy to assist you with any needs you have while at the resort. What can I help you with today?"
"I'd, umm, like to inquire about potential massage services. To set an appointment this afternoon for my wife."
"Certainly. Is there a specific type of massage your wife is desiring?" she asked.
It felt like something unspoken was left out there in her question.
"Types?" I asked, hoping playing dumb will allow her to fill in the gap.
"Oh yes. Would she like Swedish, hot stone, deep tissue, Shiatsu, lomilomi, couples... sensual..."
There it was.
"Oh, umm, sensual, I think," I said, trying my best to be discreet.
"No need to be embarrassed, Mr. Steward. We're more than capable of providing a broad range of services for our guests. Is there any specific type of masseur or masseuse that your wife would prefer. We have a broad range of choices in our providers in the area," she replied in a lowered voice.
Her casualness about the request put me at ease but, to be honest, her frankness kind of turned me on. I clearly got the impression Rebecca was more than willing to be an active assistance in our plans.
"Would you have a masseur of a... darker skinned persuasion?"
"Absolutely, Mr. Steward. One gentleman comes to mind. He is highly reviewed and has an excellent reputation for delivering on his client's desires. I'll ring him up to see if he has an opening today. I think there's a good chance he'll have at least one. Do you have a preferred time?"
I left her with an open slot for most of the afternoon as our plans for the day were generally to hang out on the hotel's beach. She let me know she'd contact me with an appointment time and took my cell number to text it to me.
I returned to the room and before I had even entered the door I received a text from Rebecca- "Confirmed appointment. 90 mins beginning at 3pm with Tré. Sensual massage to client's comfort. $300, inclusive of tip, to be charged to your room. Enjoy ;)".
A winky emoji? I could've done without the winky emoji, Rebecca. Naughty girl.
As I walked in I saw that Hannah had finished unpacking and I heard her in our bathroom.
"Hi, babe. I'm back."
She stepped into the room and took my breath away. She had changed into a bikini that was un-fucking-believably hot. It was yellow with a knit pattern of diamonds. It was high waisted and the top had very strong points in a definite sixties style. Hannah wore it like a champ. Somehow it was many times more sexy than some trashy barely there thing might have been.
"I guess you like it?" she said with a smirk.
