Our plane landed in the late afternoon on the island of Oahu. The long flight in no way decreased the excitement for our visiting the Hawaiian Islands for the first time. I read a lot about this archipelago in school. Sharon has never been there before either and is looking forward to the trip. To be honest, during the flight I was thinking a little about what this is going to be like, taking a vacation with my former boss. But, we talked about it and I think everything is going to be alright. The platonic line is firmly entrenched. There is too much to do and see, anyway, to worry about everything else. I received such a great deal on this trip; there was a very low airfare, so, I arranged to stay in very respectable places on the three islands we're visiting.
Sharon and I walked out of our gate and immediately felt the warm semi-tropical air hit us. We got our bags and easily found the rental car stand. We climbed into our blue Mustang, drove it out of there and on to the hotel. Driving a Mustang is not my first choice, with my long legs and all. But who's going to argue with a woman like Sharon? Our hotel was directly across the street from Waikiki Beach. Hence the name, Waikiki Beach Hotel. The weather was perfect. Eighty degrees and partly cloudy, with a slight breeze. The room has obviously seen better days, but the view was just awesome. It couldn't have been more perfect. As the sun was on its way down, a jet could be seen spearing it's circumference on its way up, and a U.S. Navy ship was out to sea.
Sharon and I freshened up, changed clothes and went out to join the people. It was magnetizing. During our walk down the streets and through some of the outdoor shops, it was tempting, at first, to buy the merchandise being sold. But we resisted those urges, knowing there will be other, better, opportunities to buy things. We found a very nice restaurant a few blocks from our hotel. Tables were placed inside and out, with a great breeze flowing throughout. We sat at a table just inside the premises, but were exposed to the fresh air. I ordered blackened Mahi Mahi and Sharon tried their red snapper. And, of course, both of us had a daiquiri to start the trip off right. I don't count the horrible Mai Tai I had during the flight. The food was unbelievably delicious. Atmosphere so relaxing. The conversation varied throughout the dinner. We talked about everything from our annoying flight attendant, to my military experiences, college life, etc. Sharon is a very smart woman. I've always envied and admired her focus and determination. I do not regret my life-filled experiences; just envy a person with such focus. The night air was so beautiful. We went for another walk, then back to the hotel to get some sleep. I was pretty tired, as was Sharon. We had a long day tomorrow.
The airports on the Hawaiian Islands are open and free of certain smells. Certainly unlike Chicago's O'Hare airport and others. Anyway, it just felt nice to get off the plane in Maui and feel the warm air flow through the airport. Sharon and I hopped in a different vehicle on this island and drove in search of our rented condominium. It was bigger than I had anticipated. There seemed to be a constant ocean breeze meandering through the place. What a wonderful place to stay. We looked at each other, wondering if this could get any better. Tourism aside, the Hawaiian Islands are such a wondrous place to be. After settling in, the both of us got back into the car and drove all over the island, up to Mt. Haleakala, even checked out a coffee bean estate. We had a simple dinner at a local place, close to the condominium. All of this traveling and sightseeing can be tiring! Sharon and I both love a good bottle of wine, so, we picked up a red and a white before going back to our condo for the evening and relax. I could stay in this condo for eternity, it was so nice. I looked over some of things I bought today. Sharon was enjoying the view from the balcony, or lanai, as they call it. A glass of wine sounded good. Fortunately, there was a bottle opener here in the kitchen, for I did not buy one. I brought a glass of wine out to Sharon and sat down next to her. We sat there talking, or not talking, enjoying the relaxed state, sipping wine. We laughed at the near absurdity of all this, told stories in our lives, relaxed.
The wine had begun to affect us both. We had finished the bottle a little while back. Throughout that time, I had been giving long glances to Sharon's large breasts, with her catching me in the process and not saying anything. Perhaps she caught me licking my lips, as well. But the feeling seemed mutual. I then got up to get some cheese and crackers, when she looked at my crotch, probably noticing some irregularity there.
A few minutes later, I was back and we talked more, telling some fond individual stories. Sharon had on a loose-fitting button down shirt and a pair of shorts. The shirt she was wearing disguised the fullness of her breasts. But I knew they were there. There was an indescribable breeze flowing through and certain quietness overtook ocean. It was the kind of breeze and slight sound of a Hawaiian beach you see or read about. The view from our place on the tenth floor was quite nice. During the day, we saw whales penetrating the surface of the ocean. A remarkable sight! Apparently, we are in the middle of the whale migration. So, seeing them breach the surface is fairly common. We were certainly enjoying these moments in Hawaii. There was some unknown communication going on between us. I felt an arousal between us. Maybe it was wishful thinking on my part. Perhaps. But perhaps not. The glances between us were growing.
It wasn't very late, around 9:30, when Sharon decided to take a shower. It was a long day though, and she wanted to get renewed, of sorts. So, with the water now running, I felt like a teenager again. I didn't know what to do. I never actually anticipated this situation between me and Sharon. I grabbed myself a can of Coke, in need of a caffeine wake-up. I even paced our condo a bit, unsure of the next move. If there even was one. Sharon finished her shower and stepped into the bedroom, changing into some of the new clothes she purchased earlier today. I decided to take a shower myself. The high pressure of water felt good. I even made it a little colder than normal. Should I try and shake off this arousal toward Sharon and just relax? Yes. I felt my blood pumping. I stepped into some new Hawaiian lounge pants and t-shirt I bought earlier and then walked out to the lanai to meet Sharon. She was sipping a cup of freshly brewed Hawaiian-grown coffee. Both of us were now wearing a pair of shorts and new shirts we bought today, just relaxing.
