He didn’t meet you at the airport. You were gone three months and he only sent his driver? The driver handed you a note. It just read, “I have a special place for us to meet this time.”
You thought you knew Kauai pretty well, but after the driver left town and turned down a dirt road, you were lost. He finally stopped the car and walked around to open your door.
There were no buildings–nothing, anywhere. He was dropping you off at the edge of the forest. Seeing you were worried, he said, “It’s okay. He’s here. There’s a note on a tree over there. He just wants you to follow the trails. I’m sure he’ll take good care of you.”
The drivers eyes seemed to glint a little with that last comment. Or was it just your imagination?
As the car left, you headed for the tree the driver had pointed out. There was a light rain, the kind Kuaii is known for, the kind you barely notice. The droplets were so tiny. It was more like a mist.
It wasn’t the weather bothering you. He’d actually had you delivered, well, nowhere. Alone.
As you stepped into the forest, your shoulder brushed an Orchid leaf which bowed gracefully, spilling its cool water down your back. “Damn him,” you muttered to yourself. The rain softened the front of your blouse as you walked––not soaking it, just lightly nourishing it with moisture.
The first note was pinned to a tree right where the driver said it would be. You frowned, this stunt better lead me to him, and when it does, we’re going to have words.
The handwriting was quite impressive for a man. He must have taken special care with each letter.
"I'm so glad you came. Don’t be mad. I know you didn’t like being dropped off in the middle of nowhere. Be patient, you’ll like what you find. Now follow this path until it splits into three, You’ll find another note there. Come, my love. I await you.”
Some sort of bird sang a lonely song in the distance. A small brook was splashing somewhere nearby, but the forest was too thick to see it. The rain stopped and the lush green leaves all around you were steaming from the warm sunshine flooding through the trees.
Though the forest was thick, the path was clear and bathed in light. It was nothing like the forests back in Washington State. Most everything growing around you would be considered house plants back home.
You spotted the next note, tacked to a Breadfruit tree. Before you lay the three paths.
"I can hardly wait," it read. "The birds are so beautiful here, their songs fill the place. It is perfect for us. Take the path to your left. It will be a bit of a walk to the next note, but I promise all this will be worth it."
You smiled. His romantic gestures were winning you over. Somehow the forest seemed more inviting with its steamy leaves, moist ground, sunlight… and there was a man waiting for you. The thought sent a little tingle between your legs.
The note was right; it was a bit of a walk––more than a bit actually. Halfway there a parakeet leapt off a branch above you and flew away. You ducked and screamed a little too, then laughed as you realized the bird was just as startled as you were.
The trail slanted uphill making you inhale deeper as you climbed. You wondered if that wasn’t part of his plan. Perhaps he was watching you as your breasts rose with each deep breath.
Finally, you spotted another note on a large boulder, held there by a small rock.
“You’re here, my love. You’ve arrived. Look up and to your left.”
You turned and realized that just in front of you the trail opened into a broad meadow, bathed in sunlight. You stepped out into the clearing and looked up. There, not more than 50 feet away, was your man standing on a rock shelf. No shirt and cotton pants that hung much lower than they should. A thin wall of water was falling gracefully behind him into a small pool that you guessed was feeding the brook you heard earlier.
Light reflected from the sunlit meadow gave his tanned body a golden hue. He waved and nimbly stepped on three boulders and jumped to ground level. Then slipped on some loose moss and fell on his butt.
You laughed and took his hand to help him up. Well, it was really just a gesture since his muscular body was way too heavy for you to actually be of any help.
“Not exactly the entrance I was planning,” he said laughing. Taking your hand he lead you toward the waterfall. “Come, I want you to see our room.”
“Room?” you said.
He lead you on a small path taking you behind the waterfall. Now you understood. The ‘room’ was a small cave. The pond in front collected the falling water and flowed into a small stream leaving the cave dry and untouched.
“This,” he said proudly, “is our room for the evening.”
In the center of the cave, a bit to the back, he’d made a bed––a thick mattress of leaves covered in soft moss. On top was a foam covering to protect from moisture, then soft flannel sheets, and layers of luxurious quilts. The full, inviting pillows would put even the fanciest hotels to shame.
You smiled at his cleverness, unable to speak.
“Oh, and the final touch…” He ran over to the far side of the cave and fiddled with some wires. The ceiling lit up with tiny stars.
“How did you…? I mean, there’s no electricity out here.”
“They’re LED’s. They don’t require much juice, so I hooked them up to a small battery and solar panel.”
You couldn’t help but giggle at the little boy pride on his face.
“Oh,” he said. “You’re wet. Here I’ve got some clothes for you.”
He took your hand again and walked to a corner of the cave. Unzipping a large duffle bag, he pulled out a sweat shirt and pants. “The sun’s going down, it will get cool tonight. I’ve got lighter clothes for you to wear tomorrow.”
“You, thought of everything.”
“I’m not done yet,” he said as he pulled a bottle of wine and two paper cups out of the bag. “I hope you don’t mind wine in paper cups, we are sort of camping after all.”
The sun was setting behind the trees. It gets dark quickly in a forest. Your man stepped to the front of the cave and lit a bonfire he’d built earlier.
You were still holding the clothes he’d given you stunned by all he’d done.
“Here, let me help.”
Moving too quickly for you to refuse, he stepped behind you and tried to unbutton your blouse. The buttons were small. His large fingers struggled, only managing to undue one. “I hope this doesn’t make you mad, but I’ve got plenty of money and can buy you a new one.”
“What?” You said, not understanding.
In one swift, smooth motion he ripped your shirt open, pulling it back and off your arms.
“Ahhh,” you gasped.
“Yeah, sorry about that.”
You turned around and tried to look stern, but his smile was alarmingly sweet, and you both laughed.
Then his eyelids fell slightly. “I’m afraid this is wet too,” he said, touching a one cup of your bra.
You should have blushed, but you didn’t. You should have said no, but you didn’t.
Instead you smiled, returning the same sultry look he gave you. “Wait,” you said. “Don’t tear it. Let me do it.” Stepping back you dropped the clothes he’d handed to you earlier, and reaching behind, undid the hooks. You could feel the heat of his stare as you let your bra fall to the floor.
‘My god,’ you thought, realizing how completely this tall, muscular, very masculine man was captured by you.
Kneeling, he took off your shoes then stood. You pushed away from him, and, without shame or hesitation, slowly pulled down your pants and stepped out of them.
“Oh, babe.”
He was a good five feet away yet you could feel the hunger in his eyes bathing your skin. Your nipples hardened, not from the cold, but from his completely focused desire for you.
Too much time had gone by, too much loneliness, too much missing his warmth, his desire. Now you were here with him and your desire was more than you could hold back.
He picked you up as if you weighed nothing, cradling you in his arms.
Your hand rested on his naked chest as he carried you to the bed. You could feel his heart beating rapidly.
He lowered you gently then stood above you. God he looked good. You let your eyes scan downward over his muscular bare chest, to the waistband still sagging far below his navel, and finally settling on the large bulge pressing against the cotton pants.
He bent over as he pulled down his pants, hiding himself from you. Then he stood.
It had been months. You’d forgotten how thick he was. Now, remembering how much that beautiful cock filled you, your cunt ached to be filled again.
There was no need to be shy, no need to feign innocence. You had loved each other before and you knew you were his. “This time,” you said looking into his eyes, “I’m staying in the islands.”
You reached for him, gently stroking his cock as it grew stiff to your touch. His soft, quiet moans made you squeeze your legs together feeling the moisture between them.
He bent down and kissed you. Your tongues gently played, while your hand stroked his now full erection.
Damn you needed him.
“The only thing left on you are those panties,” he said smiling. “Take them off.”
It wasn’t a request. It was a demand. You gladly obeyed.
Then he cupped your entire vagina in the palm of his hand, and paused there, letting it slowly, tenderly warm you. It was his way of showing his love before the passion took him over.
When he removed his hand you knew, this aggressive man you loved was about to take you.
He kissed the nape of your neck, then worked his way down, sucking on a nipple till it rose hard with excitement. Gentle flicks of his tongue traveled softly down your belly, tickling you with touches you could barely feel.
His lips kissed their way to your navel, drew a slow circle around it on its way to the moist center of your passion.
Then, the tip of his tongue lightly touched your small, erect nib, circling slowly, gently. He lingered there, watching you move, listening to your breathing, waiting for your desire to match his. God this man new how to fuck a woman.
You arched your back, signaling the passion rising in you.
His tongue left you clit and explored your already moist folds. Darting in and out, playing teasingly with your swollen lips, then entering you again. His tongue imitating the movements to come.
He lifted his mouth above your mound, and staring deep into your eyes said, “God, I love you. There is no other woman on these islands as beautiful as you.”
Then the words, those glorious words, spoken with a deep, guttural growl: “I’m going to mount you now my love, I’m going to take you.”
He gently spread your legs and, kneeling between them, lowered himself onto you. His masculine scent surrounded you. His muscular chest desended upon your breast.
The head of his love was there touching you, gently parting your folds. He paused it there, waiting for the signal in your eyes. Waiting for that spark of desire.
Looking in his eyes, you gave your answer, arching your back. It was time and he knew it. You wrapped your legs around him, your heals resting on his bottom just in time to feel it’s muscles flex, pressing him into you.
Slowly his thick shaft opened you. His movements in and out were gentle at first, but you could see the animal behind his wide pupils.
“Oh, God,” he groaned, as he thrust deep and quick into you. Every muscle in his body flexing, pounding, driving you to the wild heights that only he could take you. Every part of your wet, warm walls could feel him. No other man could give you the fullness that his thick cock granted you.
You arched up and down meeting his every thrust, and clamped down on him pulling deep growls of pleasure and raw animal desire from his lips.
Then you felt it, the warm tension building in your cunt, sending a flood of heat throughout your body. Your breaths grew quick and short. He heard it, he knew it was your time. Pounding fast now, his cock driving deep, your back arched one last time, holding its position as he rammed you.
The explosion was almost too much. A scream of pleasure exploded from your lips. He kept pounding and you kept humping as the orgasm took you over. Your were lost in his arms.
He slowed down for a moment giving your heart a chance to relax and your lungs to regain their breath.
Then smiling down at you with heat in his eyes, he once more moved inside you. His thrusts rising in power. You gave your body, your soul, your love, everything to him. Damn this man had endurance.
The waves came again, rising and falling throughout your body. You shook in wonderful spasms.
He felt you cum and knew it was his time now.
With a wild, almost inhuman growl he plunged into you. Pumping in and out of the wet cavern between your legs. His body tensed, and for a moment he stopped, holding his cock deep within you.
“I’m going to give it to you now,” he groaned, then pounded at you, thrusting in and out with all the strength his muscle offered. Finally, that wonderful cock released itself into you, filling you with every ounce of his passion.
And again you came.
You didn’t know how long you slept, but when you awoke, there he was sitting by the fire. The cave echoed the sounds of the waterfall as you walked naked to him.
You will always remember that moment when you sat side by side, both wrapped in one of those unbelievably soft quilts, staring at the fire, and drinking wine from paper cups.
