Love Bites
I stood in front of the buffet line debating whether to have desert or not. Because of my size, calories cling to me in the worst places. It would be okay if calories slung to my boobs, but I wasn't so lucky. As I studied the food I became aware of a presence getting close to me, a presence that moved haltingly, uncertainly. The presence materialized behind me and said, "Try the Hawaiian chicken. It's pretty good."
Even though I knew someone was coming, I was a bit startled, but surprised and pleased to see that the presence was a good looking blond man with gorgeous blue eyes, and not some creep. "Excuse me?"
"The Hawaiian chicken," he said. "It's pretty good, although you'd be hard pressed to find many Hawaiians who eat that on a regular basis. But you know that, right?"
"Why would I know that?"
"Aren't you from here-from Hawaii? I mean, you look...um...native and your tan, well, it's the tan of someone who spends a lot of time at the beach."
"Oh," I said. "No, I'm from Los Angeles, but I'm lucky enough to have a place in the foothills that lets me lay by the pool nude where no one can see me, not..." the edges of my mouth curled up a bit "...not that I would care if they did. As far as looking native, I'm a blend-a little Chinese, a little Filipina, a little of this and a little of that."
I guess the comments about lying around in the nude got to the guy, because a small bead of sweat formed on his forehead, and it wasn't that hot in the air conditioned dining room. "I...I'm Gray Nelson," he said. "I guess it's a funny coincidence that I'm a local, albeit a blonde, blue-eyed local. I'm here for the conference, but my wife, who is also Asian and not a local, is in Los Angeles on vacation. Crazy, huh? I mean, who from Hawaii goes to Los Angeles for vacation? And you are..."
His nervousness was palpable, but he had just given me some important information. He was married and his wife was far away. I liked that he was married and I was pleased that, because his wife was away, he'd have no problem spending some time with me.
"I'm Lucy," I said. I wasn't about to give him my last name; after all, the situation might have been crazy, but
I
wasn't. "I like coincidences," I said. "They can lead to...
interesting
situations. I'm here for the conference, too, but you don't look Gray to me." I cringed at my own stupidity when I said that, fearing that I would give away my desire to...do
something
with this guy.
Gray laughed and rolled his eyes. "Ha. Gee, I've never heard that before. I take it that you're...I mean by the way you're dressed...not attending anything in this afternoon's sessions."
"No," I said. "I'm sick of the presentations and I
am
in Hawaii. I really need some beach time."
Clearly fighting nervousness and excitement, Gray said, "Well, so am I. If you're into nude bathing, then I know a place, kind of hard to get to, where..."
"I
am
into nude bathing," I said. I gave him a sly smile and continued. "I was going to ask the concierge about places to go, but if you're willing to be my guide..."
Poor Gray could barely contain his excitement. "Oh," he gulped. "I would. I'd be happy to. I mean, if you're interested in going now I could..."
"Yeah," I said. "Let's do it. I was thinking about some having a couple of brownies, but I don't need them. Let me get a towel and some lotion, and I'll meet you here in ten minutes."
I know his eyes never left my ass as I walked to the elevators-the way I snapped my hips, how could he? Mr. Gray Nelson, I'm sure, could not believe his luck.
Not could I. I raced to my room and, in between undressing and pulling on my bikini, eased my fingers into my pussy to relieve the tension building within me. I needed someone like Gray-someone who would be willing to let me do whatever I wanted to do, and what I wanted to do was a bit...
different
.
****
I closed my eyes and let the wind blow through my hair as we drove along the shoreline, letting the cool breeze swirl around my bikini top, enjoying the sensation of my nipples hardening. After about a half hour, Gray slowed down, pulling his Jeep off to the side of the road. "We're here," he said.
I peered at the dense foliage bordering the highway and the steep hill leading to the beach behind it. "How in the world do you get to the beach?"
"This a protected area," Gray said. "The only paths are the ones created by people who really want their privacy. To get to the beach, you have to make your way through the little jungle you see, so there are rarely any people here on the weekdays. So..."
"We're wasting good sun time," I said. "Let's go."
We made our way through thick bushes and dangling vines and emerged on a small, sun-soaked beach littered with numerous large dunes. "The uh...dunes are perfect for privacy," Gray said. "Sex on the beach is kind of frowned on, so when people want to...um...you know...uh...
