Pleasures in Paradise Ch. 01

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It was a typical day in Kauai, Hawaii: the island a lush, green paradise with mountains and beaches to die for. At times it would rain a little, and depending on the time of year perhaps a lot, but usually it was at night or early in the morning, and every day along the coast tended to be sunny and warm, bordering on hot. Frequently the mountains inland were shrouded in clouds, but the beaches were usually bathed in bright sunshine for most of the day.

Kauai was perhaps the most scenic of the main Hawaiian Islands, and outside of Molokai it was certainly the most laid back. Traffic here was usually just a rumour, and the longest drive between the furthest two towns was maybe an hour and a half. The locals were generally warm and welcoming towards visitors. You went to Kauai to get away from it all, but there was still plenty to keep a man busy if he were so inclined.

That had been the plan for Michael White. He had been traveling to these islands for the past five years, ever since selling his company: a modest yet lucrative photography business he had built from the ground up, starting just after graduating university. He had worked his ass off for nineteen years. The early times were tough, money often scarce, but eventually things took off, and he was pulling in high six figure net profits every year by the time he let it go. Michael seemed to have a knack for business, but ironically he detested that very aspect.

Photography was in his blood, but as he became more and more successful, the less and less he was able to do what he loved most. And the stress of running a company was too much. He was never cut out for that, regardless of how good he was at it. When the chance came for him to sell he went for it. Now he was seeing the world and doing the odd free lance assignment, completely on his own schedule, and he kept it small scale enough that he could walk away from any job if he wanted.

This trip was for fun, a welcome opportunity to explore Kauai at a leisurely pace, given that he would be here for three weeks. He would be very active: hiking, snorkelling, and golfing, interspersed with periods of just hanging out at the beach or pool. This was one of those days.

He had risen just before dawn, heading out for a hike along the shore, toting his camera with him. The cool morning air was bracing. Michael delighted in the quiet calmness surrounding him, ocean waves serenely rolling in and out, the sun just below the horizon soon to declare its glorious presence. There was the odd soul dotting the landscape from time to time, but for the most part he was alone with his thoughts.

Following his stroll along the beach Michael had a quick shower, then made his way to the quaint little bistro on the ground floor of the hotel for a leisurely breakfast, a spectacular view of the surf crashing along the shore adding to the idyllic experience. Consuming most of a delicious stack of fluffy pancakes and downing a couple of cups of coffee he then sauntered over to the pool.

Quickly locating a poolside lounge chair he placed his towel on top. Glancing around it became evident to him that there were few people present. A couple were on the far side, reclining in their chairs and tanning. An attractive redhead who appeared to be about his age was sitting a few seats away. She was wearing a red one piece, a wide brimmed sun hat and sunglasses partially obscuring her face. Two children maybe nine or ten years old were splashing around in the shallow end, and the only other person in the water was a blond of indeterminate age swimming languidly but confidently from one side to the other, sometimes beneath the water for long stretches.

Slipping off his flip flops he pulled his t-shirt over his head then made his way to a set of steps leading into the pool. Michael eased his way into the water. Going in about five feet he remained there for a few minutes before dipping below the surface, swimming a few meters before resurfacing. He was able to get a better look at the blond girl. She was young, probably in her early twenties, and very attractive. Michael glanced briefly at her as she swam nearby, then went back to his own less ambitious aquatic endeavors.

After twenty minutes or so he dragged himself out of the water, taking a moment to towel himself off, the rays of the mid-morning sun blazing down through the clear blue sky above. He reclined on the lounger, fatigue washing over him. It was 10:00 am; he still had the rest of the day ahead, so he took this time to relax, reflecting on how good his life was at the moment. And it had been particularly good on this trip, even in the brief time he had been there.

Along with doing a lot of traveling, Michael had also fully dedicated himself to improving his fitness, which he had neglected for several years. He was now in great shape, the best of his life. With that had come a renewed self-confidence, and an increased sexual appetite. Prior to that he was never what you would call a “ladies’ maraş escort man”. He had been married for eight years but then divorced when his wife fucked around on him, and he had become somewhat reticent to seek out relationships following the break up, but that was years ago. Things were different now. He really had no problem approaching women, and this trip was proof positive of that. In fact things had gotten off to a bang, pardon the pun, shortly following his arrival.

It had started out innocently enough. He was flying from Toronto, with a stop in Denver. Michael flew first class on the second leg of his journey, which was just over seven hours long, the plane scheduled to touch down around 4:30 pm Hawaii time. His seat was next to the window, and he had the extreme good fortune of not having anyone sitting beside him. Shortly after boarding a flight attendant came by offering a drink.

“Good day sir, could I offer you a sparkling wine or juice perhaps?”

Michael glanced up, pausing in the middle of reading the safety instructions, a superstitious habit he had adopted many years ago. Leaning over the vacant seat beside him was an attractive young woman, perhaps in her mid to late twenties. She was wearing a dark grey skirt, a white blouse beneath a grey blazer, and a tiny red scarf around her neck. Her dark brown hair was pulled into a bun behind her head. Two large brown eyes complimented a tiny nose, a cute dimple on each cheek. But what really stood out were a pair of luscious looking, vividly red lips.

“That sounds fabulous, I’d love some wine please,” Michael said.

The pretty attendant poured the bubbly liquid into a glass then reached across and in front of him, placing it on his tray table.

“Enjoy sir.”

“Thank you sweetheart,” Michael replied.

As soon as the words were out of his mouth he became slightly self conscious. He was adept at flirting, but it was a bit out of character for him to refer to a woman as “sweetheart,” at least one whom he had just met. He had always considered it to be an overly cocky affectation, and now here he was using it himself. It just kind of slipped out, yet it somehow felt very natural, which in itself surprised him.

“My pleasure sir. If there’s anything else you need, just let me know. My name is Danielle.”

Michael instinctively glanced at her name tag, immediately observing that she also appeared to possess a pair of rather large, shapely breasts concealed beneath her uniform. Endeavoring to be polite he made a concerted effort to avoid staring at her chest, quickly looking back into her eyes.

“Thank you Danielle,” he replied with a relaxed confidence.

Smiling warmly she turned away to deal with the two people sitting in the row beside his. As she did so he summarily sized up the rest of her. She stood about five feet eight inches tall, her skirt a tad shorter than the other attendants, her shapely bottom beckoning. Her legs were encased within tan stockings, her small feet sporting shiny black pumps with a low heel.

She really is quite the hot little brunette, he thought to himself.

As she continued down the aisle to provide beverages to the other passengers Michael returned to his pre flight routine, enjoying his wine, and for the moment forgetting about Danielle. She was just a friendly, conscientious flight attendant and he was just another passenger. He was however treated to one fleeting, titillating bonus during takeoff.

Sitting in the first row he had a clear view of Danielle in her jump seat; he could see a significant amount of her sexy legs. As she reclined in her seat her already short skirt ran up, displaying two succulent thighs, her stockings held in place by a garter. The gap between the tops of her hosiery and the hem of her skirt was two or three inches, and she quickly re-adjusted her attire, sliding the skirt back in place a few seconds later, but the short time that her legs were exposed was scintillating.

Fifty minutes after reaching cruising altitude they started the meal service. Michael noticed that Danielle was basically working first class on her own, but she was handling it with ease, courteously taking care of each person in a professional yet personable manner. She came by with his meal, promptly and politely leaving it with him, then went on to serve the other passengers. A while later she returned to clear away the plates and cutlery, beginning at the rear of the cabin, gradually making her way forward, eventually arriving back at his seat.

“So how was your meal?” She asked, smiling brightly.

“Delicious!”

“Terrific. Would you care for a drink?”

“You know, a rum and Coke would be fabulous.”

“One rum and Coke, coming right up!”

A few minutes later she was back, a short tumbler filled to the top with the golden brown elixir and plenty of ice. Stretching across the other seat she placed Michael’s drink on the tray table, her ruby red lips perhaps kahta escort a foot or so from his, her hand momentarily resting on his shoulder.

“Enjoy.”

“Thank you again, Danielle.”

“Of course,” she answered effervescently, straightening herself out, then pivoting to attend to the other passengers.

Michael sat back, relaxing and enjoying his cocktail. It was very tasty, and a little stronger than he expected. The flight thus far had been smooth and turbulence free. He finished the drink, closing his eyes, breathing in deeply. A wave of blissful calm coursed through him, the soft roar of the engines almost lulling him to sleep. He felt a hand briefly touch his. Opening his eyes and turning his head he was once again greeted by the enchanting visage of Danielle close to his face.

“I hope I didn’t disturb you,” she said discreetly.

“No, not at all,” he lied, pleased to be disturbed by her.

“Would you like another?” she asked, gesturing towards his empty glass.

“Oh god, I probably shouldn’t but what the hell,” he answered, grinning sheepishly.

“That’s the spirit!”

Winking, she grasped his glass in her long fingers, the nails a crimson red to match her lips, then headed to the galley. Michael was beginning to warm to the idea that perhaps there was more to his encounter with this ravishing young lady than just typical passenger/attendant banter. A few minutes later she returned with another glass filled to the brim.

“Ta da!” she chimed, her white teeth dazzling as she passed him the glass.

He took it from her hand, his fingers momentarily brushing hers. Michael took a sip, Danielle patiently waiting for his approval.

“Well?”

“It’s superb, Danielle!”

She smiled again broadly, her red lips glistening, dimples flashing, those big brown eyes shimmering.

My god she’s gorgeous, he thought.

“Nothing but the best for you Michael,” she said.

He was excited by her obvious interest, but also surprised.

How does she know me?

His expression must have given him away, as she quickly explained.

“Oh yeah, I read your name on the manifest. I hope you don’t mind me being so casual.”

“Well, it only seems fair that we’re on a first name basis Danielle,” he answered, emphasizing her name, his eyes locked onto hers.

A small, seductive smile graced her lips for a moment, then she went on her merry way, but not before a brief glance over her shoulder and a quick little wave goodbye.

Okay, she’s definitely into you, he concluded.

Tossing back the rum and coke he considered how to proceed, but the alcohol and his weariness from a long day of traveling conspired to knock him out. The next thing he knew, Danielle was lightly squeezing his arm, speaking softly to him.

“I’m so sorry to bother you Michael, but we’re about an hour out, I just thought you’d like to know.”

Several other passengers appeared to be dozing as well. Michael rubbed his eyes for a second or two, gathering his wits before speaking.

“I must have fallen asleep,” he said, stating the obvious.

Danielle grinned mischievously.

“Oh yeah, you fell asleep all right.”

For a moment he didn’t comprehend her mirthful expression and then it hit him.

“Oh god no, was I snoring?”

She giggled.

“Well, maybe a little. But don’t worry, it wasn’t much louder than the engines.”

“I’m so embarrassed,” he replied, feeling his face flush.

Gently resting her hand on his arm she lowered her face a little closer to his, her mildly perfumed scent tantalizingly filling his nostrils as she spoke.

“Don’t be, it was cute,” she said quietly.

She gazed into his eyes for a second or two. Michael, momentarily mesmerized, was becoming aroused. Regaining his composure he spoke.

“So Danielle, do you fly into Hawaii often?”

“Yes, but I usually only have a one night stopover. This time I’m lucky, I get three days here. How about you, is this your first time?”

“God no, I’ve been to the state five or six times already.”

They then proceeded to chat for a couple of minutes about the various islands, and which they preferred. It was a short conversation, but long enough for Michael to get a sense that she was definitely being more than just a cordial fight attendant.

“Jeez, you’re practically a local,” she kidded, lightly touching his shoulder again.

She quickly glimpsed around at the other passengers, then leaned forward.

“I noticed that you’re traveling alone. No wife or girlfriend?”

“Nope, I’m all by lonesome,” he answered, purposely looking forlorn.

“Oh poor baby,” she replied, then moving her tender lips inches from his ear she asked seductively, “Would you like some company?”

“I would love some company,” Michael answered, never breaking eye contact with the alluring female in front of him.

They made arrangements to meet at Danielle’s hotel bar at 9:00 pm the next evening. She kaman escort went back to her duties, Michael contemplating what had just occurred. Somehow he had managed to secure a date with a charming, sexy young woman. He couldn’t resist fantasizing that if all went well he would be balls deep inside her sometime tomorrow night. It would be his first flight attendant. Just the thought of it was getting him hard. And what happened next didn’t ease the situation at all.

Michael had always been nervous during takeoffs and landings, and this time was no different. As the pilot began the descent he was feeling a few butterflies in his stomach. He glanced in Danielle’s direction. She had secured herself in her jump seat. Seeing him, she gave him a subtle nod, then stretched her legs out in front of her. This time her skirt ran up much further than before, and she wasn’t in a hurry to lower it.

He could clearly see the tanned flesh of her left thigh all the way to the hem of her skirt, two thin straps of her garter straining to hold her stocking in place. Her uniform had worked its way so high that he could make out the tiny area of uncovered flesh where her upper leg met her ass. He didn’t even attempt to disguise his interest this time, blatantly observing the lurid display for the minute or so that it lasted before she finally readjusted herself. As if to heighten the effect she dropped the heel of her shoe from her sexy little foot, dangling it for a second or two from her toes before slipping it back on. Danielle was watching him the whole time he was watching her, and when she pulled her skirt back in place she gave him another wink, smiling.

By now Michael was rock hard, but being in public he tried his best to control his lust. It was an unbelievably surreal situation, the unforeseen upside being that because his mind was so focused on the vision in front of him, he had been completely distracted from what was happening vis a vis the landing, his usual anxiety absent.

Once the plane came to a complete stop and the seat belt sign went off several people got up to get their bags from the overhead compartments. Michael did the same, but as he was about to open the door Danielle sidled over to him.

“Let me do that sir, sometimes luggage can shift around,” she said, stretching up to unlatch the cover.

Standing on her tip toes her body brushed against his, her lips moving next to his left ear.

“See you soon,” she whispered.

Yes, you will, he thought to himself.

The next few hours were a whirlwind. Michael should have been dead tired, but the situation gave him a blast of adrenalin, the promise of what was to come propelling his weary body forward. After getting his luggage and picking up a rental car he drove to the resort where he would be staying. By the time he checked in and unpacked it was 7:00 pm. He flopped onto the couch, grabbing a beer from the fridge, chugging it down rather quickly. Feeling tired he struggled to keep his eyes open, ultimately losing the battle, dozing off and not waking again until the following morning.

Michael spent his first full day in paradise relaxing, going for a brief stroll around the grounds of his resort, stopping for some breakfast and coffee at a quaint little cafe, picking up a few groceries, then spending an hour by the pool, going in for a quick dip.

Basking in the pleasing glow of the blazing Hawaiian sun, the shining water rippling around him, his mind drifted to Danielle. He couldn’t help but marvel again at her beauty, and of course her incredible body. Those eyes, lips, legs, butt, and breasts had burned a vivid image in his mind. He fantasized about fucking her, wondering if fortune favored him.

I suppose I’ll find out soon enough, he thought as he climbed out of the pool.

Back in his air conditioned condo he enjoyed a brief nap then had a bite to eat before getting ready for his much anticipated rendezvous. Quickly brushing his teeth, showering, and shaving, he then threw on a pair of khakis and a cheesy but comfortable Hawaiian shirt. Checking himself one last time in the mirror before leaving his room, Michael made his way to his rental, departing the resort at 8:30 pm for the half hour drive to Danielle’s hotel.

Calmly striding into the lobby he located the bar, and upon entering he spotted her immediately. She was impossible to miss: absolutely radiant, leaning forward slightly on the edge of her chair, a tall tropical drink in front of her. Tanned, now stocking free legs, the right crossed gracefully over the left, momentarily drew his scrutiny. Sexy black stiletto high heeled sandals adorned her feet, secured by two thin straps across her toes, another wrapped just below her ankle, and two others tied just above.

Her outfit was stunning, a bright burgundy and black snake skin print mini skirt and crop top. A narrow strap over each sculpted, bronze shoulder kept her top in place, the bottom of it resting a few inches above her skirt, exposing a portion of her splendid midriff. Her dark brown hair, no longer confined in a bun, flowed luxuriously halfway down her back and across her bare shoulders. She wasn’t wearing a ton of makeup, just a bit of eye liner and lipstick, the effect perfect.

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