Fifteen minutes later they were parking across the street from the hotel where Doug had made reservations. It was called the Hale Koa and it was on the west end of Waikiki beach. The decor was casually elegant and the prices were very reasonable for this world-famous locale.
It took them no time at all to check in and get the room key card. Their room was on the seventh floor and had a small balcony overlooking the beach. There was one king-sized bed, covered with the obligatory flower patterned spread. As soon as the door was shut with the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the outside, neither of them cared a whit what the room looked like. They didn't even bother to close the thick flowery curtains.
"I want you naked in front of me right now," he told her, surprised at his own directness.
Cassie smiled. "You too."
Doug shook his head. "Eventually. But right now, I want to watch you get naked for me."
He was amused as he watched the virginal blush start up her neck again. However, she only hesitated a moment before she reached a slender hand down to slip off her sandals.
Doug sat on the end of the bed and gave her his full attention, starting at her beautiful, perfectly formed little-girl feet. His mouth watered to suck on those toes.
"It's not going to be much of a show," she said quietly. "I've only got one thing to take off."
In a voice deep with his growing lust, Doug answered, "That's my kind of show."
She stretched it out another few seconds by untying the knot in her hair and pulling out the band. With a shake of her head, it fell loose and soft, pouring over her shoulders and upper arms like molten gold.
"That's incredible," he whispered under his breath. He wanted to bury himself in it and disappear off the face of the earth, never to come out of that halo again.
Cassie eased the straps off both her shoulders and pushed the top of the dress down slowly. First deep cleavage, next full breasts with the palest of nipples. His head began to swim with anticipation.
Next her darkly tanned belly was exposed, taut and leanly muscled. She had a tiny belly button and he saw that it was pierced, something she'd not told him about before. A gold ring, the size of a pinky fingernail hung there, sparkling against the bronzed field of flesh behind it.
Finally the dress slid snugly over her hips and fell to the floor. She stood before him, completely nude and not even seeming all that self-conscious.
Doug openly stared at certain places on her body. He noticed that , despite the fact that she was over thirty, there was no sign of sag, wrinkle or gray hair anywhere on her body.
Her lower lips were plump and closed, like she'd described to him. Currently, they were shaved as smooth as a pre-adolescent girl's. Her thighs were rounded, probably more than many men appreciated, but Doug could see they were solid, completely firm with hard, trained muscle. The kind of short, well-developed legs that many high school cheerleaders have.
"That's so beautiful," he told her, moving his gaze the length of her body. "You are so beautiful."
He stood and enfolded her in his arms, her soft naked skin rubbing against the buttons of his shirt and the rough fabric of his jeans. He vaguely wished he was nude already, not wanting to stop the hug for a second.
"Lie down," he whispered into her ear and he let her break the embrace. Smiling timidly, she climbed up on the bed and slid backwards to the center.
Doug sat down on the edge momentarily and pulled of his shoes and socks. Then he stood again and unbuttoned his shirt. Cassie watched every move with her own lust growing, her eyes half-lidded and approving.
He dropped his jeans and underwear in one smooth motion and she saw he was fully erect already, ready for round number two.
"On your back," he insisted.
So with the flutter of anxiety again in her tummy, she lay back, her head nestled in a downy pillow.
Doug lay on his stomach across the bed, his legs hanging off behind him, but his face was conveniently hovering directly above her smooth and puffy lower lips.
He urged her powerful thighs apart with a gentle nudge and was content to just gaze at her for a moment. Moisture glistened there invitingly. Her scent was a gentle caress in his mind that beckoned him to explore further.
His tongue traced the inside of her left thigh, gliding up towards the center. Then he turned his head and gave a lingering kiss on the other. Sliding his arms beneath her legs, he nuzzled the wet pink lips.
The taste was faint, salty yet sweet, almost an intangible thing that had his tongue questing for more. He licked up and down the slit, parting the labia and pushing inside, through the tight ring of muscle he found there. Now he discovered the origin of the delicious fluid he seemed to thirst for and he lapped at it like he needed it to live.
Cassie's hips rocked up to meet him rhythmically and her breath was raspy. With each exhalation, her sounds of ecstasy grew louder, more urgent.
