As I peered out from under the covers and across my suite, I could see the various components of last nights ensemble strewn across the floor and furniture where they had been carelessly thrown during the heat of passion. A sly smile escaped the corners of my mouth at the thought of what had transpired in this room only hours before. I didn’t know that I had such wild abandon inside me before last night, but I was certainly aware of it now.
Last week I sensed I needed a vacation badly, but none of my girlfriends or Eric had the ability to get away on short notice. Totally out of character for me, I called an airline and booked a trip for one to Hawaii on a whim. A week poolside or on the beach was just what I needed to reboot myself.
After arriving a few days ago and decompressing, I was now feeling great. The extra sleep, along with some yoga and a few morning runs along the beach, had restored my sense of well being and I was ready to explore now to see what the island had to offer. I was happy that my initial sunburn had subsided and my tan was now coming along nicely.
I got up early and spent the morning driving the island in my little white bikini and matching jeep to check out the sights. I stopped in for a drink at a cafe near a volcano, went for a short hike to get out a little closer to it for some pictures, and then cruised the coast watching big waves breaking on the lava before heading back to my hotel again for some late afternoon sunning.
As I lay beachside on my comfortable lounger, my waiter brought me a tropical coconut drink with a beautiful red flower in it. The sun was getting a little low in the late afternoon sky and the surfing crowd was in full force as the waves grew larger.
I watched as one surfer after another waited for the perfect wave before paddling feverishly in an attempt to catch a ride. I marveled at the core strength and balance that surfing required and how much practice it must take to really be good at it.
One surfer in particular caught my attention as I took another long sip from my drink. He was tall and darkly tanned, with short, dark hair and a lean, muscled physique. On every attempt, he seemed to effortlessly catch each wave and ride it all the way into the beach, before heading back out for another.
I noticed that on each ride, the rider ended at about the same place near the beach, so I finished my drink and strolled into the knee deep water in same general area to get a closer look. I was hot and sweaty from sunning and splashed myself with water to cool down, taking care not to get my hair wet. My white string bikini was a stark contrast against my tanned skin and the cool breeze raised a few goosebumps, as well as my nipples beneath my teeny top.
The surfer caught his next wave and I watched intently as he expertly navigated his way toward shore before running out of speed and ending his run just short of me.
“You’re really talented.” I said with a smile.
“Well thank you.” he answered. “My name’s Mano.”
“My name is Amy.” I replied with a smile. “I’ll bet surfing is really hard to learn.”
“It’s not that hard.” Mano replied. “It just takes a lot of practice. Want to give it a try?”
I blushed a little at the obvious pickup line, but I was game. Why else would have I already strolled out here if I wasn’t.
“Sure.” I said. “But why don’t we try it here in the shallow water?”
I really just didn’t want to get my hair wet and this would suffice for pick up purposes.
Mano eased the board over into waist deep water and instructed me to lay on the board first to get the feel. When I was ready, he instructed me to grip each side of the board and try to quickly pop up onto my feet. He helped balance the board as I tried several times to do it, struggling with the coordination required each time. On my third attempt, I felt Mano’s hand slide gently under my butt as I successfully rose to my feet and he held the edges of the board with both hands as I acclimated to the balance.
“That’s great. You’ve got it!” Mano said in an encouraging tone, before letting go and enabling me balance on my own.
“I don’t know about great, but it’s a start.” I laughed.
Over the next hour, Mano continued my lesson and I actually got up and rode several waves for a very short distance, which was a total high. As the sun fell low in the sky, I said that I had had enough and we headed for the beach where my belongings were still lying on the lounge chair.
As we settled in an dried off, the waiter took our order for a couple of fresh drinks and then quickly returned with them.
“Mano is an interesting name.” I said. “Obviously it is Hawaiian. What does it mean?”
Mano gave a sheepish look before replying, “Passionate lover.”
“Bullshit!” I exclaimed. “You’re full of it. I’m going to call you on that with the Google truth detector!”
“I’m not kidding.” he replied as I typed in the search.
Immediately my efforts were rewarded with the results confirming Mano’s claim.
“You aren’t shitting me!” I exclaimed.
We both laughed and joked about what sort of parents would give their child a name like that before the liquor suddenly gave me the courage to ask, “Well are you?”
I could feel myself blush as Mano answered, “You’ll have to let me know in the morning.”
Not knowing exactly how I wanted to respond at that exact moment, I asked Mano if he’d like to have dinner with me at a swanky beachside restaurant in the resort. He answered that he would love that and we agreed to meet at 7:00 pm after we both got cleaned up. As we left the beach I thanked him for the surfing lesson and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
“Until later.” he said as we parted.
“Hopefully not too much later.” I answered walking away.
Back in my suite I got undressed and took a long shower to wash the salt out of my hair before doing my nails and putting on a very revealing short, white dress that showed off my two best assets – my skinny legs and my 36E breasts. I contemplated how this evening might potentially play out before deciding to go sans bra and panties under my dress. I straightened my sun kissed blonde hair to negate the effects of the humidity, before donning some fancy white sandals and applying some red lipstick for a hint of color.
As prepared as I felt I ever would be, I started to grab my diamond ring out of the hotel safe before realizing I had not been wearing it all day! Not that I hadn’t given Mano some pretty obvious signs already about my interest in him, but just to be sure I didn’t add any confusion to the situation, I put the ring back into the safe and closed the door.
When I arrived at the restaurant, Mano was already at a table fronting the beach with a couple of drinks waiting. He was wearing a nice pair of linen shorts and leather flip flops to go with his floral print Aloha shirt, which complimented my ensemble perfectly. We toasted to a great afternoon and settled in for a wonderful dinner and conversation about all things Hawaiian.
Once dinner concluded, we adjourned with our drinks to a comfortable lounge area on the sand with a private fire pit. Mano took a seat next to me on the cushioned love seat and lay his arm across the back of it behind me, while I moved closer to him.
Now emboldened by several cocktails, our conversation turned much more provocative in nature.
“So what makes you a Mano?” I joked.
“I know what a woman wants.” Mano answered.
“Oh really,” I replied seductively, “And what exactly is it that I want?”
“Since you aren’t wearing anything under your dress… this.” Mano replied confidently.
Mano placed a hand on my knee and slid it up my inner thigh before it crept under the hem of my skirt. I felt my temperature rise as I relaxed my legs and opened them slightly for him. His hand continued on decisively and I felt two of his fingers slip inside of me.
“You’re right.” I said in a low murmur. “That IS what I want.
Mano’s fingers gently explored me as he located my most sensitive areas, while I tried to stay nonchalant in our semi-public setting.
“And what do YOU want?” I whispered into Mano’s ear.
“To take you back to your suite, peel you out of this dress and give you a night of lovemaking like you have never known.” he replied.
“OK.” I said as I bit down on his earlobe. “Let’s go.”
The door to my suite closed heavily us as we entered. The room was dark and I opened the balcony door before stepping out onto it and into the warm evening breeze. I turned my face toward the ocean as my hair blew softly behind me and Mano’s hands gently clasped my shoulders from behind. As I tipped my head back, Mano’s lips gently kissed my neck below my ear to the sound of the waves crashing on the beach.
Slowly I turned to face him as our lips met in a forceful kiss that released some of the sexual tension which had been slowly building all day. Mano’s embrace was firm as he held me close and his breath was hot on my throat as his mouth moved lower again. Inch by inch he moved down my collarbone to my cleavage before sliding my dress gently off my shoulders and revealing my ample breasts for himself. Slowly he circled one of my rock hard nipples with the tip of his tongue before closing his teeth and lips on it softly.
I let out a quiet moan as a large wave crashed and let my hand move down Mano’s hip to the front of his linen shorts. I could sense his growing erection tilted off to one side and rubbed my hand along the length of it through the fabric before letting my fingertips locate and slowly lower his fly.
Mano’s hands moved down to my hips as he dropped to his knees in front of me. They wrapped around me, lightly caressing my ass for a moment before returning to my hips and sliding my white dress up, exposing my soft and waxed pussy. My head tipped back again and my hands fondled his dark hair as Mano ran his warm tongue intently up my wanting little slit before lightly circling my pebble hard clitorus.
I fought to stand steady as Mano expertly worked me with his mouth and lapped at the wetness that told him I wanted him. He slipped two fingers inside me and stroked the front wall of my vagina with a come hither motion across my G-spot as his mouth continued working my clit. I felt the familiar sensation of my approaching orgasm as I struggled to remain standing until succumbing to it fully. I was acutely aware of my moaning that was mostly disguised by the wave action, and both subsided at the same time in an almost coordinated fashion.
Mano stood up from his kneeling position as I stood before him to unclasp his belt and the button on the front of his shorts, allowing them to fall to his ankles. To my surprise, he was naked as well beneath them and his beautiful cock stood fully erect now that it was free from its prior captivity. I clasped him by the base of it and a quick appraisal of about two thirds of him protruding from the grip of my small hand told me that he was about eight inches in length and very thick.
I opened my mouth and extended my pink fleshy tongue before lightly circling his glans. Mano’s hand moved up under my hair and directed me to softly take a little more of him. I could tell he was very excited now by how rigid his erection had become, and I pumped him a little more aggressively to his sounds of approval.
It was quite exciting to gaze upon an erect man, completely shaved of all pubic hair and watch his cock swell so large and hard in my grip. The veins and arteries protruded in zig zagging fashion along its length and I could taste a hint of his pre-ejaculate as I committed more to the blow job I was giving him.
Mano’s hand held my head firmly as my pace increased. I relaxed my throat and with each head bob allowed increasingly deeper penetration until he was bumping the back of my throat with the soft head of his cock. My hand firmly grasped his testicles and pulled down while my lips traced the contours of his shaft.
I could sense Mano’s excitement building and slowed my activity to allow him to regroup for a moment. I grasped the shorts around his ankles and allowed him to step out of both them and his sandals simultaneously before picking both up and tossing them in the open balcony door and back into the room.
I rose to my feet and unbuttoned Mano’s shirt button by button before removing it and throwing it into the room as well. Now standing fully naked before me, Mano grabbed the bottom hem of my dress on each side of my hips and lifted it over my head, as I raised my arms for him to remove it. He balled it up in one handed fashion and backhanded it through the open door where it landed on a chair.
I quietly turned my back to him and gazed out at the blackness of the ocean at night, while Mano moved behind me and caressed my ass and back with his firm hands. I lifted one of my legs up and placed it on a patio table, as I felt myself being bent forward over the balcony rail. As my hand moved down to stroke my own clit once more, I felt myself being penetrated by Mano’s generous cock.
Slowly and deliberately, he tested the abilities of my petite pussy. Once he was sure he would not injure me, I could feel his pace increase until I felt and heard the slapping of Mano’s groin on my ass cheeks. With each stroke my panting and whimpering became louder.
As my eyes adjusted to the darkness I could see a couple lying on a beach chair just below our second floor location watching us. For a moment I tensed at being caught before realizing that I knew nobody on this island, not even Mano really. As I relaxed, I raised both of my hands up and pressed my tits together for them, while Mano continued railing me.
As I looked closer, I noticed the woman had the man’s cock out of his shorts and was stroking him, while he was fingering her. While it was clearly evident what they were doing, the shadows obscured the details of their faces giving them a desirable anonymity.
The thought of being watched by strangers while I was being fucked from behind outside in an island paradise, quickly brought me to a second orgasm. My body convulsed as I gripped the deck rail with my hands and Mano’s cock with my pussy.
“That’s it my love.” Mano whispered. “Let the lovers hear you.”
“Ohhhh…. Fuck!” I cried out. “Your cock feels so good in me. Don’t stop. Please! I’m coming sooo hard!”
As I felt myself cumming in wave after wave of desire, I gazed down on the couple to see the gentleman ejaculating through his wife’s grip before she lowered her head and lapped the cum from her fingers and his shaft while I watched. It excited me greatly to know that sight and sounds of my domination were seductive enough to bring another human to orgasm.
With my own orgasm fading, Mano scooped me up in his arms and carried me into the suite for more comfortable surroundings. It didn’t seem fair that a complete stranger and myself both had already cum blissfully, while my Mano was still looking for his first release. I needed to satisfy my lover and repay him for the selfless day of attention I had received.
“What do you desire?” I asked. “What can I do to make you as fulfilled as you’ve made me?”
“Lie back.” Mano replied. “Lie back and relax your body totally. You do yoga, correct?”
“Yes.” I replied.
“Eka pada sirsasana.” Mano said, speaking a language that I was unfamiliar with.
“Alright.” I answered. “Eka me.”
Mano knelt beside me on the bed and gently began to massage my entire body, focusing heavily on my hamstrings, gluteus maximus, and lower back. The massage seemed to go on forever and I stroked Mano’s cock throughout it.
Once I felt I could be no further relaxed, Mano pulled me to the edge of the bed and stood just off of it between my legs.
“Clear your head.” he said. “I am going to show you why I am called Mano now.”
Mano slowly raised one of my legs, with steady pressure as he curled my foot upward and inward toward my ear. I marveled at how my leg seemed to go higher and with greater flexibility than I had ever experienced before. Suddenly, I felt my foot slip under the back of my neck as Mano released his grip and it stayed there.
“Oh my god!” I exclaimed. I’ve NEVER been able to do that before!”
“One down and one to go Amy.” Mano said with a coy grin.
Mano repeated the exercise with my other leg as I relaxed and gave my body up to him. Buoyed by my confidence of the other leg succeeding, I cleared my head and let him position me. Soon the opposing foot popped into place with the other and my neck tilted forward from my impronteau pillow.
Mano stepped back from the bed as he surveyed his handiwork. I was totally open and exposed in this position, vulnerable and ready to be taken. I could easily view my own little slit, moist and parted, asking to be attended to.
Mano gazed down upon me approvingly while stroking himself back to a full erection.
“Prepare yourself for the orgasm of your life Miss Amy.” he said softly.
“I want that” I replied anxiously. “I’m ready.”
Mano slipped his hands under my lower back and pulled me gently to the edge of the mattress. I slid my hands downward and cupped my ass cheeks with them for additional support as Mano lowered his cock and moistened the head of it in my open cunt. With his palms on each hamstring and his thumbs spreading my soft pinkness open, he penetrated me slowly and deeply until I could feel his testicles touch the backs of my hands.
“Oh my god!” I cried out. “This is fucking unreal!”
“Excellent.” Mano replied. “Because the best is yet to come.”
Mano began taking long, deep probing strokes into my willing and wet little box. I could feel each ridge on his meaty penis as he moved in and out of me easily. With each withdrawal, the rim of his cock head stroked my G-Spot perfectly, causing my body to shudder beneath him.
As his pace increased, I opened my mouth only to find no discernible sound escape as I reveled in my fucking. Mano was now forcefully thrusting into me with no visible signs of slowing.
My legs were becoming a little numb from their restricted position, but as such, they eventually lost feeling which made keeping them like this more manageable. One foot started to pull loose from beneath my neck from the vigor of Mano’s pounding, but he quickly regrouped and re-tucked it back into place before reaching over and pulling a pillow to himself.
Mano pulled the pillow forcefully from the pillow case and tossed it to the floor before ripping the pillow case violently in two. After regrasping it again, he tore it a second time to form a long strip of fabric. Reaching behind my head, he deftly tied both of my ankles together so we would encounter no further annoyances.
With my ankles secured, Mano’s hips went to work on me. One of his hands now slid to clutch my throat while the other squeezed one my breasts. I loved this feeling of total control that Mano had over me and the helplessness of my situation. He could and was taking everything he wanted of me and I reveled in it.
Mano’s expert fucking of my petite little body brought me quickly to yet another orgasm. My body tingled before quivering beneath him as my pussy squeezed his cock with contraction after contraction.
Exhausted from my punishment, I lay spent on the mattress as Mano withdrew his cock from me. Taking it in his hand he stroked himself firmly while I watched. His stamina was incredible and he increased his pace in an effort to break it.
“Are you ready for me to cum now Amy?” he asked.
“Yes!” I begged. “Cum on me please!”
Mano’s testicles tightened as his orgasm neared. I watched with anticipation and excitement as a generous amount of precum dripped from the tip of his cock just before a white stream exploded from him and hit me in the face. Successive spurts continued landing randomly across my tits and belly before a steady stream filled my little slit as we both watched. When it was full, Mano pressed his still rigid erection into me once more and slow stroked me until his cock could go on no further.
After releasing my legs and covering me with a sheet, Mano pulled on his clothes in the dim light, gave me a kiss, and slipped out the door into the night without saying another word.
As I lay in bed the next morning, replaying my night of abandon in my head, I was startled back into the present by a knock at my door.
“Sleeping still!” I shouted, only to be answered with another knock.
“I said I’m still sleeping!” I yelled a little louder.
Another knock rapped on the door as I disgustedly rose to my feet and wrapped a sheet around myself to answer it. As I opened the door slightly to send my message a final time, I was met with Eric’s smiling face glaring at me from the hall.
“Surprise baby.” he said in a low voice. “This is your wake up call.”
I flung the door open and threw my arms around my lover’s neck while planting a deep kiss on his perfect lips.
“What are you doing here!” I exclaimed.
“Well, I felt bad that you had to take a vacation all by yourself, so I changed my work plans and got on the soonest available flight that I could to meet you here.” Eric said.
“When did you get here?” I asked.
“That’s a long story.” Eric replied while walking into the room and sitting down in the chair.
“It looks like you still know how to blow up a hotel room.” he laughed while moving my balled up white dress aside.
“I got in late last night and I knew your hotel was in this area, but I wasn’t quite sure which one. I called your cell phone several times but I didn’t get an answer.”
“Oh,” I stammered. “I accidentally let it run all the way down on battery and then when I plugged it in I forgot it was on silent.”
I reached for the phone on the nightstand and subtly moved the tab on the side to the red, silent position.
“See.” I said, turning it for him to look.
“It’s fine babe,” Eric said in a forgiving voice. “It all worked out. I left my bag in the car and walked the beach hotels asking at each one if you were there, but they wouldn’t give out that information. I didn’t want to pay the last minute rate for a room, especially if I found you, so I just slept on a beach chair.”
“Sounds cold and lonely.” I said with a frown.
“It wasn’t that bad.” Eric replied. “I had a few drinks at one of the hotel bars and chatted with a woman that was waiting for her husband for quite a while.
“What was he doing?” I asked.
“That’s the wild part.” Eric said, perking up a little. “It seems they have an open relationship and he had hooked up with a woman staying in one of the beach hotels. We actually sat right below the balcony where they were and listened to her getting fucked by him.”
“Which hotel?” I asked as a lump formed in my throat.
“I’m not sure.” Eric said. “They all look the same after dark and after I walked the beach a little more later, I lost my bearings on which one it was.”
“Could you see them?” I asked.
“We were close enough to, but the lighting behind them only let us see their silhouettes. She had a fantastic body though and she was pushing her tits together and letting us hear her moan while he hammered her from behind.” Eric said.
I felt a pit in my stomach at how close my husband had come to seeing his wife being fucked by Mano The Passionate Lover, before realizing that the shadows on his face were all that had saved him as well from me watching Mano’s wife beat him off and lick up his cum.
“So this guy’s wife didn’t want to get even or even try to come on to you?” I asked. “That seems to be a natural reaction for someone in an “open relationship.”
“No way babe! I’d never cheat on you like that. We just watched and listened and after he carried her inside to the bed, we wandered back down to a poolside bar and had a few drinks before parting ways. I suppose she was going somewhere to wait for him after he finished with his business.”
I knew my lover was lying to me, but I really had no place to call him on it, being that I was doing the same and had gotten a hell of a lot more last night than a hand job.
“So what did you talk about while you were having a drink?” I questioned further.
“That’s the interesting part.” Eric replied. “It seems that she is a yoga instructor. I know that you are really into your yoga and she asked me about some of the types of poses you do. After listening to the ones I could describe, she told me that there is one that I really needed to remember to tell you about. She said it would make our sex life incredible.”
“Oh yeah?” I replied with a smile. “And what pose is that?”
“Eka pada sirsasana.” Eric said. “She said you probably would be familiar with it.”
“I’ve heard of it.” I replied with a smile. “Why don’t I show you.”
