A mild breeze came from the west toward the island. Gentle waves rolled toward the narrow beach breaking just a few steps from the yellow sand. A pristine tropical slope covered in greenery overlooks the ocean.
Jake and I have come to our dream vacation, a tropical island far from Los Angeles. The world of asphalt, skyscrapers, city traffic and noise may as well be another planet.
Our waterproof, sandproof blanket lies on our left at the foot of the slope. We're strolling on the wet sand along the edge of the surf.
My husband and I, both 33 years old, will celebrate our fourth anniversary in a few days. Little did I know seven years ago that the hunky 5' 10" tall, brown-eyed brunette would change my life. I had gone to the gay bar called 'Precinct' expecting just a hookup.
The warm air and cool breeze caress our naked bodies. The rustle of surf is a relaxing sound. The vacation had beem planned and booked months before we left home. Finding this beach where we could be naked is a plus.
"Are you daydreaming about sex again?"
"Me, Never," I lied.
Jake and I are sexualy active quite often. Many a night has seen us fooling around for a couple of hours until almost midnight, sleeping far less than 8 hours.
I wanted to change the subject so I said, "let's go to the Arizona memorial."
"We can do that," said Jake, a history buff. A former sailor,
he matriculated at UCLA after serving four years.
I, on the other hand, went to college right out of high school.
Hues of pink and purple painted the sky above Maui seaside hotel. Captivated by the beauty of the scene, Jake and I had settled into side by side chaise lounges.
An middle-aged couple lying in chaise lounges nearby introduced themselves as Patricia and Paul.
"Friends call me 'Trixie'."
"Trixie", the wife, wore her short blond hair with high part. A hint of eyeshadow adorned her blue eyes. She colored her bow-shaped lips Coral pink.
The man with her wore a gray buzzcut. He is a short stocky fellow wit blue eyes.
Conversation came easily. We chatted about vacatons and our jobs. Perhaps sensing that I'm somewhat effeminate, the wife steered the conversation. She mentioned that she has been going to her hairdresser for a few years.
I spoke freely.
"Jake and I met at a bar called 'Precinct' in Los Angeles 7 years ago. We dated for 3 years before 'tying the knot'."
"My brother Ken is gay," said Trixie.
I asked, "has he been out for a long time."
"Yes, 3 decades. He's 51."
"Have you met his partner?"
"Ken and Ronny got married almost 16 years ago. It was an outdoor wedding, a very senic venue."
As the hour approached 10 Jake and I retired for the night leaving our mew friends behind on the patio. He pulled me into a deep kiss expressing intense feelings.
Clothes were shed and we lay entwined in each other's arms. My soft moans grew louder until we both climaxed.
We boarded the jet at Kahului regional airport for an hour-long flight to Honolulu. As the plane flew over the blue ocean and islands far below Jake told me a story about his time in the navy.
