After many months of stress and anxiety, Kelly and her best mate, Becca were leaving for a long awaited and deserving vacation to the Hawaiian Islands. The balance of work and family had been taking it's toll on Kelly and her ebony gal pal, Becca, so a week of laying in the sun and relaxing, came with welcome anticipation.
The duo spared no expense in expediting to their island paradise, splurging for roomy business class flight tickets, opposed to regular seating where they'd be cramped up like cattle headed to slaughter for the duration of the nearly twenty-two hour flight.
It was like their island paradise began a day early, retiring to their own private pod in business class, where they, together, enjoyed all the perks that came with it. It was private enough where they could enjoy intimate conversation, but not private enough where they were able to sleep naked, which was something Becca preferred to do at home. In fact, Becca was no stranger to walking about naked when at home. She was so comfortable with nudity, that she'd often strut about at Kelly's house, whether permitting, of course. Unfortunately, she was not allowed to do so in the privacy of her luxury pod in First Class.
It was not long after take-off, that the two besties succumbed to many glasses of champagne and fell asleep, side-by-side, for the remaining duration of the flight.
Kelly was the first to awaken, prior to touch down in Honolulu. She crept out of the pod to go pee and freshen up, leaving Becca to sleep like a Nubian princess. Kelly was excited for the possibilities of leaving her life and all the bullshit it entails back in the U.K., and reinventing herself for the duration of their stay in Hawaii. As she brushed the kinks out of her hair, she stared into her own eyes, the possibilities and new experiences she was wanting to try were overwhelming. So much so, she began to feel her pussy swell with excitement. In a split moment, without hesitation, Kelly took advantage of the added space provided in a business class bathroom and dropped her bottoms, revealing her vagina which she shaved freshly the morning before prior to leaving for Heathrow. Endless possibilities raced through Kelly's imagination of how she was going to let go of all her inhibitions and become the free spirited little slut that she was before she'd uttered the two words, "I do" to her husband. Her masturbation session was cut short by a soft knock at the door. Being the considerate person she was, Kelly didn't want to inconvenience anyone by overstaying her time in the bathroom. Plus, Kelly thought, why waste her pussy on just herself? "I'm gonna let one of these young Hawaiian studs ravage me." Kelly's smile grew devious, stretching her Botox stretched lips wide, as she pushed past the elderly gentleman at the door of the restroom.
Becca was just waking up when Kelly returned to her seat. "What have you been up to?" she said groggily, stretching in her seat, her right breast popping out from under her sleep shirt.
"Joining the Mile High Club." Kelly whispered.
"You?" Becca stammered, looking back at the restroom door to see and elderly gentleman limp out. "With him?"
Kelly laughed, "No. Just with myself." Kelly then pressed her fingers up to Becca's nose, allowing her to breath in a heavy sniff.
"I don't want to smell your cunt..., you cunt!" Becca laughed, pushing Kelly's hand away.
The first few days of their vacation was like most of those that island visitors enjoyed. They went to all the tourist attractions. Took in the stereotypical Polynesian show at the hotel where they stayed, complete with the roasted pig on a spit and all the fixin's. In fact, while the two "single-for-now" ladies followed all the rules of two women on vacation, Kelly was disappointed that she was unable to let out her inner slut. She loved Becca. They'd been best friends for a lot of years, but every time an opportunity came up for Kelly to have a little adultery-type fun, Becca was there to 'twat-block' her.
With only a couple days left of their stay, Kelly decided to wander off for some fun, leaving Becca behind in the hotel room, where she was content to parade about stark naked.
Kelly snuck out of the room and out the lobby of the hotel, sneaking off to the secluded beach. If she wasn't going to get a dick on this trip, Kelly was determined to exercise one fantasy: Skinny dipping in the Pacific Ocean.
Kelly neatly stacked her folded clothing under a palm tree and nervously strode across the empty sand, splashing water against her inner thighs as she got deeper in the water, eventually submerging her round Double D breasts. The cool water felt exquisite as her warm tanned body moved through it. Kelly's body was perfect, her round curves moved elegantly through the water like a porpoise, like she was meant to be an ocean creature. Kelly was so turned on at the premise she found herself in, she failed to notice the band of young Samoan men that had gathered on the beach. Not only were they laughing and drinking in close proximity, they were adjacent to where Kelly had left her clothing. The young men had built a fire and had brung a cooler of beer. They were not leaving anytime soon. Kelly panicked. Should she stay put hiding in the darkness of the crashing waves? Or should she risk embarrassment and retrieve her clothing?
It was then that Kelly had a moment of clarity. This was the precise adventure that she had been craving for her vacation. What better way to show off her inner slut, but by strutting completely nude past these young men? Without thinking about it further, running the risk of cowarding out, Kelly took her first steps toward liberation.
The five friends were laughing and letting off some steam after working all day, entertaining tourists. Kahale was the eldest of the bunch and had worked for the hotel the longest. Keoki, was his younger brother by two years. Pilipo and Junior were childhood friends and Daniel was a transplant from a small town on Kauai, having only worked with his new friends for a couple of weeks. The guys were joking around and poking fun at Daniel when their conversation was abruptly interrupted by the image of a golden goddess emerging from the sea. The light of the fire danced over Kelly's tanned taut body. Images of gold and bronze skin, highlighted by bluish-black shade, Kelly did nothing to hide herself. Her breasts bounced slightly with every laboured step through the soft sand, her nipples hard enough to cut through a block of cheese. Kelly was unashamed and open to whatever was to follow. She kept walking until she was face-to-face with her captive audience, who were speechless, eyes glancing all over Kelly's naked body, as the light of the flickering fire danced over her, like tiny demons. "Are one of you nasty fuckers going to offer a girl a drink or what the fuck?" Kelly asked, with a devilish smile.
Meanwhile, upstairs in their room, Becca was growing more and more concerned about where her friend, Kelly, had gotten off to. She put on the yellow flowered sundress that she'd been wearing all day, and scampered out of the room, determined to find where Kelly had gotten off to. She'd been gone for about an hour and Becca was growing worrisome.
