It was a get away for just us girls. Marie, my oldest and dearest girlfriend in the world, her mom, Katrina, my mom, Alverna, and myself, Monica, all went to Hawaii for a week without the men in our lives. I left Jim, my husband of four years at home in California. He encouraged me to take the this trip because noticed the stress at work was getting to me. He could not take time off until December, so he told me to take advantage of my two week summer vacation and enjoy the sunny tropical island paradise of Maui. Marie, whom I had known since childhood planned to take her mother to Hawaii anyway because Katrina has never been there before.
Like my husband, Marie's boyfriend of three years could not take the time off, so she did not want to waste her summer vacation at home and decided to take her mom away for some sun and fun. Katrina and my mom became good friends through my friendship with Marie. Mom was divorced and Katrina was left a wealthy widow. They both were unsuccessful at the dating game and were not real serious about anyone at the time. They both swore off men for a while as it was difficult for them to find a man their age who was not married and not into twenty year olds. They were both attractive and youthful looking ladies in their late forties. It was hard to believe that they had twenty-three year old daughters. Mom didn't work and was bored, so she happily agreed to go along with us.
The five hour flight to Honolulu, on the island of Oahu was nice and smooth, which was great because I hated to fly. Then we hopped a smaller plane that took us to the larger, yet less populated island of Maui. We landed at Kahului airport and rented a red convertible. We drove 40 minutes to spot near Lahaina on the west side of the island. I had a friend who let us use her time share there. It was a wonderful three bedroom condo on the beach. It was pretty secluded and away from the busy resorts. I was surprised to find the place well off the beaten path and the condos were more like free standing cottages, rather than a large multiple unit complex that I had envisioned. I was very pleased with our accommodations. There was plenty of space between the dwellings and many of the structures were camouflaged with tropical vegetation. The weather was warm and humid. The trade winds blew in the afternoons and gave us some relief from the stifling humidity. The sea was a deep coral blue and it washed up on a quiet rocky cove where our cottage stood. We unpacked and settled in our home for the week.
We drove into the nearby town of Lahaina, the old Hawaiian capital and royal residence of the Hawaiian monarchs, to do some sight seeing. We cruised Front Street for a while and checked things out. Near the center of town I saw a large statue of Kamehameha I, the greatest of the kings. He was very handsome and rugged, I thought. After a few hours we returned to the cottage to freshen up. Our first night there we got dressed up and went into the town. We had dinner and a few drinks, checked out one of the local night clubs for brief time, but decided to go back to the cottage and turn in early as we were feeling jet lagged.
At the cottage, we dressed for bed and lounged in the living room where we nibbled on Maui grown pineapple and bananas and sipped a local dessert wine that we picked up in town. The night was warm and we were dressed to adapt to the weather. I was dressed in a white, knee length night shirt with a cute teddy bear design on the front. It did not flatter my voluptuous figure, but it was comfortable. Marie was wearing a white tank top undershirt and white satin bikini panties. She looked so hot in her skimpy attire. Don't get me wrong. I love men and simply adore a stiff cock inside me, but I secretly admired Marie's beautiful face, her smooth flawless skin, and her tight trim body. She was in better shape than me and I was always a little jealous of her looks. Her rich brown hair had the look of spun silk and fell just below her supple shoulders.
Her mother, Katrina, an older and bespectacled version of Marie, wore a short satin nightie with a pink and red floral design. She had exquisite legs. They were long, slender, and shapely. They put my fleshy thighs and calves to shame and I was twenty years younger than her. My mom looked very comfortable and relaxed in her short pink nightie. The sheer thin material of her outer sleep wear gave away the peach colored nylon panty briefs she had on underneath. Mom was an older, pleasantly plumper, version of me, except her wavy dark brown hair was cut much shorter than mine. My hair had the same color and was naturally curly, but it was cut in a bob style, while mom had a short Italian style cut. Mom had beautiful soft skin and without any wrinkles or age lines. Needless to say, I shared this room with some very appealing women.
After a night cap and some girl talk we decided to retire for the evening. Mom and Katrina slept together in one bedroom while Marie and I shared another room. Marie and I always used to sleep over each other's house when we were younger and it was kind of fun to do so again. It stirred fond childhood memories of our endearing friendship. Even as a kid, Marie was quite pretty, while I was taller and gawky looking. Marie and I would always wear little baby doll nighties with frilly matching panties to bed. Sometimes we would play house and pretend to be married. When we would sleep together, we would each lay an arm across each other's body and mutually caress each other on the soft, sensitive, inner portion of our arms until we drifted to sleep. That was the extent of our lesbian experimentation, though I desired more. I wanted to kiss her and touch her intimately. I never followed through out of fear of losing a precious friendship. And though we were now in young adulthood and we have both blossomed into beautiful and sexual women, my feelings came flooding back with even more intensity. We kept the window in our room open to hear the soothing sounds of the waves crashing upon the rocks on shore. We both drifted off to sleep, arm in arm, as we did when we were ten years old.
My sleep was fitful as I tossed and turned about. Perhaps I was not used to the strange bed, or it may have been that I was so accustomed to sleeping with my husband every night for the past four years that it was difficult to sleep soundly without his manly presence to comfort me and make me feel safe. Anyway, I was awaken by a strange sound coming from the living room. It was a steady low reverberating tone that sounded like a distant fog horn. I was on my side and I reached behind me to find that Marie was gone. I saw light from beneath the bathroom door. Marie was probably in the bathroom, I thought. The strange noise persisted. It was intermittent and sounded about every 15 second. I got up to close the window thinking that it may be the sound of a sea buoy or a ship passing in the night. After closing the window, I still heard the noise. Becoming concerned, I knocked on the bathroom door to see if Marie heard the noise too. As I knocked, the door pushed open to an empty bathroom. I surmised that Marie might have gone to the kitchen to get a late night snack and she was creating the weird noise.
Still half asleep I lumbered out to the hall. At the end of the hall in the living room I saw the most magnificent sight. It was a large man in an orange and white floral lava-lava wrapped around his waist. He stood about 6'-3" and he wore no shirt. He was incredibly built. He was an Adonis, being very muscular, toned and defined. His skin was a glistening bronze color and it enhanced his bulging pectoral muscles and his washboard stomach. He had no chest hair or body hair anywhere. I have only seen such a perfect male specimen in the form of statues in museums. His hair was black as coal, long and wavy, reaching nearly to his waist. He was bare footed and bare everywhere except for his lava-lava which extended from his bony hips to the middle of his meaty thighs. He had deep black eyes that tapered off at the ends. He definitely appeared to be Hawaiian. He was unknown to me, but he seemed strangely familiar somehow. He held a conch shell up to his lips and blew into it creating the noise that I wondered about. When he saw me, he put the shell down and held his brawny arm out toward me.
"Come join the party." The man spoke in a deep masculine voice with a Polynesian accent.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" I asked in a puzzled manner.
"That's not important," the man said sternly, "Come here now!" He commanded as he pointed a stiff index finger to the floor in front of him. I became frightened by his angry tone and fled back to my room. I felt back of my scalp sting and my head snap back as the stranger pulled me by the hair dragged me back down the hall to the living room. He turned me around still holding a clump of my hair. I saw my mom, Marie, and Katrina, all sitting in the living room bound and gagged. I let out a scream, but was quickly silenced by a huge hand across my mouth that nearly covered my whole face. I tried to struggle, but it was useless as I was only 5'-7" and 139 soft pounds compared to the Hawaiian's 6'-3" and 250 pound frame of mostly solid muscle and rock hard bone.
"Don't fight it little girl. Come join the party." He said with a deep hearty laugh. He released his hold of me so that he could draw a long knife from a sheath tied around his waist. The steel blade alone was 16" long and very wide. It was highly polished and reflected like a mirror. The handle was golden and had holes that accommodated his four beefy fingers and the outer edge wrapped around like brass knuckles. He held the knife to my cheek with his right hand as he clasped over my mouth with his left. "Don't give me cause to sacrifice you." He growled menacingly into my ear. The sharp blade scratched my tender cheek and gave me the fright of my life.
The half naked man tied my hands behind me with a thin hemp rope. Then he sat me down on the long sofa next to Katrina. Marie sat to my left in a small cushioned chair, while my mother sat directly across from her in a leather recliner. The women all had fear in their wide opened eyes. Mom looked like she was about to faint. She was always so strong and domineering. It was so weird to see her scared a vulnerable. Katrina and Marie were trembling. Marie had tears running down her cheeks. For some reason the man chose not to gag me.
"Why are you doing this? What do you want?" I whined.
"I have come to seek retribution." He announced.
