It was at breakfast that I first saw her.
I was on the second day of a week's holiday in Maui, one of my favourite destinations. The resort hotels are well-situated and offer everything one could want. There are long stretches of golden sand bordering a sea rich in surf-topped waves. There are popular beaches, not too crowded but with enough people to provide a social setting. On the other hand there are also several secluded little places hidden in between rocky outcrops where one can be totally alone and undisturbed.
The hotels offer an abundance of evening activities, including both formal and informal dining, as well as bars and night clubs. For the romantically inclined there are delightful paths along the hills bordering the sea, with just enough lighting to see where one is going. For the more adventurous, a night-time dip in the waves is all one could desire before retiring to bed with the sound of the waves crashing on the shore to send one to sleep.
I had joined the breakfast buffet around the pool and was carrying my tray while looking for a place to sit down. It was quite crowded so would have to find someone who was willing to share their table.
I looked around and spotted a middle-aged couple on their own. The guy looked pleasant enough, but it was the woman who interested me. She was quite conservatively dressed, not showing acres of flesh, but unable to conceal what looked like a large bust on a good figure. She was very attentive to her partner, touching his hand and looking at him.
Now I like mature women, especially if they are married or in a long-term relationship. Fucking another man's wife is a real turn-on, especially if it is the first time that she's succumbed. I like the challenge of trying to seduce her, to make her forget her commitment and then give herself to me.
I approached them.
"Would you mind if I shared your table?" I asked, "there don't seem to be any unoccupied ones available."
The woman smiled at me.
"Of course not," she said, "please join us."
"Thank you so much," I said, "I really appreciate it."
I put my tray on the table and sat down.
"I'm Alan," I said.
"I'm Jill," the woman replied, "and this is my husband, Dan."
I looked at her as she spoke. She was dressed in a cotton top decorated with flowers and a loose long wrap tied around her waist. I could see she was wearing a two-piece bathing costume underneath, so guessed that they would be enjoying the beach or the pool after breakfast.
Her husband was a good-looking man dressed in a typical Hawaiian shirt and shorts. He looked to be in his late forties or early fifties, around 180 or 190 lbs, and quite fit. He leaned forward and shook my hand.
"Pleased to meet you, Alan. You sound as though you come from England."
"Yes," I replied, "I'm from London. And you guys?"
"Oh, we're from a small town in Michigan called Ludington, but you're a long way from home, it must have taken you a long time to get here. What made you choose Maui?"
"Well," I replied, "I actually know it quite well. I'm an information technology consultant and travel all over the world. I've spent a lot of time in the States and been all over the territory."
"That's a coincidence," he said, "I'm also in technology."
I glanced back at his wife. She seemed to be quite shy, not really engaging in the conversation, which I found strange as she had been first to welcome me. I thought I should try to draw her out, make her feel comfortable. If I could do that, it would give me an opportunity to engage more fully with her. I turned to her.
"And you, Jill, are you also in technology?"
"No," she said, laughing, "I'm a teacher. I try to instil some knowledge into inattentive teenagers."
"I'm impressed," I said, "I used to teach programming to students at a polytechnic. It was quite challenging but at least discipline wasn't an issue."
"Oh really? You've been a teacher?"
"Only in the evenings and for two or three years. I was once asked to take a year off and lecture at the American university in Beirut but, too my eternal regret, I turned it down. It would have been such fun. Also, in the Middle East they have special representatives in every classroom to keep discipline. They believe that teachers are there to teach, not to maintain discipline."
"What a great idea," she said, smiling at me.
The three of us carried on talking, covering a range of subjects. Jill became less reserved as we chatted, her body language more open. Finding something common between us had been fundamental in establishing that first link; my next step would be to build on that. I didn't have a long time to do that, so would have to work hard. I had nothing against Dan, but I intended to fuck his wife before the week was out.
Eventually I got up saying that it was time for me to go. I turned to Dan and shook his hand, saying that I was delighted to have met them, then turned to Jill and kissed each cheek in typical European style.
"It's been a pleasure talking with you both," I said, "I do hope that we see more of each other."
She blushed and took her husband's hand.
"I've enjoyed it too," she said, "and I'm sure we'll get together again."
I left them and went to my room where I changed, getting ready for a little sunbathing. I put on a pair of Speedos. I like wearing those as they leave little to the imagination. I'm pretty well endowed and enjoy watching women (and sometimes men) looking at me surreptitiously. I put on a beach gown so that I could walk through the hotel, grabbed a book and went down to the hotel beach to get some towels and find a lounger.
There were already some people there, which suited me well as I like people watching and to imagine what they are doing. I could see young honeymoon couples discreetly exploring each other, middle-aged couples with the husband ogling young girls, and older single women looking out for a man to catch.
After a while I stretched out on my back and started to drift off to sleep, lulled by the sound of the waves in the background. I woke to the sound of a voice.
"Hello Alan."
I opened my eyes and sat up to see Dan standing in front of me, his wife just behind him.
"Hello Dan, are you guys coming to grab some sun?"
"No," he said, "we were just walking down to the water to spend some time in the waves. Jill saw you lying there."
"Hello Jill," I said, "we're meeting again rather sooner than I'd expected."
She was carrying a beach bag and was no longer wearing any cover-up, just her bikini. I couldn't help it. As my eyes looked her up and down I felt my cock stir and grow. She looked damn attractive. Her bust was certainly large, her breasts full. She had a little tummy, but nothing to detract. Her legs were well proportioned with a gap between them just under her groin. I imagined them wrapped around my waist as I fucked her.
"Hello Alan," she said, "I hope you've put in some suntan cream. This sun can get quite fierce."
"I have," I said, "but now that you're here could you perhaps do my back for me?"
"Of course," she said, blushing, "give me the cream."
There's definitely some cream I'd like to give you, I thought as I handed her the bottle and leaned forward. She put some in her hands and started rubbing my back running her hands all over. They felt soft and sensual and once again I could feel my cock responding.
I leaned over a bit more, trying to conceal my growing erection. I glanced up at Dan and saw that he was staring at my crotch. Shit, I thought, I've blown it, I've turned an unplanned and fortunate encounter into a disaster. Then I saw him moisten his lips. Aha, maybe not, this might actually be more interesting.
Jill finished what she was doing and gave me back the cream before joining her husband.
"Thank you so much," I said.
"You're welcome," she replied.
I leaned back on my elbows and watched her face. I saw her eyes widen as they strayed towards my crotch. Her cheeks turned red and her lips parted as she drew in her breath and stood there, immobilised.
"We should go now," said Dan, "enjoy the sun, Alan," and grabbing his wife's hand, led her away. I watched them talking as they walked off and wondered whether they were talking about me. Judging from what I had seen, I might be successful and perhaps quite quickly.
I lay back enjoying the sunshine and thinking about how I could move to the next level. After a short while I drifted off to sleep again.
I spent most of the day at the beach soaking up the sun and occasionally running into the sea and enjoying the waves, until finally the sun was low and I decided to go and wash and change.
I showered off the sand and sunblock, had a shave, and changed into a shirt and slacks before heading downstairs. I wanted to walk to the top of a small cliff that dropped down to the sea where I knew that the hotel had a late afternoon ceremony. The path would be lit with firelamps and a man would walk up it before climbing onto the top of the cliff then diving into the sea.
I left the hotel and walked up the path to the viewing area to find quite a number of people there and, to my delight, saw that Dan and Jill were amongst them.
I went up to them and shook Dan's hand and kissed Jill on both cheeks as I had done that morning. Dan was dressed similarly to me; Jill was in a light blouse and skirt. The top two buttons of her blouse were undone, giving a glimpse of cleavage.
"Hello you two," I said, "You should enjoy this, it's a really good thing to watch."
Soon we heard the sound of drums and watched as a muscular man, his body oiled, ran past us and up the path to stand on top of the cliff. He stood there for a while then executed a perfect dive into the water, which must have been some 50 feet below. We all held our breath until we saw him surface waving his arms. Everyone clapped.
"Let's have a look at the bar here," said Dan, "would you like to come with us, Alan?"
"Thank you, Dan, that's most kind. Yes, I would love to join you."
He put his arm around his wife's shoulders as they led the way. I followed them, watching his wife's butt and thinking how I would enjoy undressing her. My cock jerked.
The bar was outside on the edge of the beach. It was fairly basic but quite romantic being so close to the sea. There were a number of chairs for sitting at the counter, and a few benches looking out to the sea.
"Jill, you and Alan go and find a bench while I get the drinks. Jill, what would you like?"
"I'll have a wine spritzer, thank you," she said.
"And you, Alan?"
"A glass of red, thanks," I replied, then turned to escort Jill to a bench, putting my hand low down on her back. I could feel her muscles ripple as she walked. For a moment I considered feeling her butt, but that would have been premature.
We found a bench and sat down. She crossed her legs. I sat as close as I could without making her feel uncomfortable and then rested my arm on the back of the bench behind her.
'It's beautiful, isn't it?" I said, "so peaceful and away from the pressures of life."
She leaned back and I felt her shoulders rest against my arm. She must have felt it too, but didn't move back.
