Breezier Than You Think Pt. 02

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Memory and our brains work strangely. Nate laid down to sleep and he remembered the sand on his knees. He tried to count sheep, he remembered Ashley forcing his pants down and he could still feel the pressure of the belt pull on his hips. He tossed and turned; every time he blinked or looked up at the ceiling he saw Ashley on her knees grabbing at his hips, forcing his cock into her throat.

Nate didn’t sleep. Nothing was working, his thoughts were like a superball bouncing from Ashley to Hawaiian sightseeing back to seeing Ashely and wondering how she’d look as a bridesmaid and then seeing Kyle and his wife. Calling it a whirlwind was an understatement. He leaned over and looked at the dim green light of the hotel clock. It was 3am. He sighed and spoke to himself, “I thought sex was supposed to make you sleep better,” and he twisted over to get out of bed and go shower. Maybe some warm water would help him sleep.

He stepped into the tub and the events of yesterday kept playing through his head.

She grabs my hand, she squeezes it, I lead her from the hotel to the beach nearby. It looks peaceful. He turned the water on and jumped back to avoid the sudden cool water. “I could sunbathe topless here if I wanted,” she says. “There’s a little dip where you are nearly invisible.” His mind was 200 feet away on the beach while he moved into the now warm water. “Kyle would be jealous if he knew you took your top off around me.” He rinsed off the thin layer of sweat from his body, washing himself quickly only to just stand under the water. It seemed the perfect place to let his mind drift. She’s yanking my pants off and pulling my cock out. She’s sucking on me like she’s starving.

After several minutes, Nate snapped back to reality. He wasn’t able to stop thinking about it. He didn’t regret it – he just was digesting it. He had extremely passionate public sex with his old best friend’s ex-fiancee. He chuckled aloud under the water, “I’d like to meet the man who doesn’t have to mentally process that.” He was pretty sure, at this point, that she used him as a way of revenge on Kyle – however little sense that made.

Nate leaned against the bedroom wall and stretched his feet out onto the bed. He figured he was up to stay so he might as well dress. He was still surprised that Hawaii wasn’t as hot as he thought it would be. Hawaii, in his mind, meant tropical, islands, and constant sun. But there was a steady breeze that carried humidity back out to the ocean, so it was much more comfortable than he thought it would be. The high today was supposed to only be in the 80s, which is more comfortable than even in Midwest states this summer. As such, he was fine. He flipped the TV away from the hotel information channel, complete with brief weather report in front of images of palm trees and an info snippet about a “big tree” in Lahaina, to some tourism highlight full of information about Maui.

An attractive woman with an English accent was talking about something called the “Hana Highway,” a huge tourist attraction full of more sights than anyone could ever hope to see in just one day. As a gift to guests at this particular hotel, management offered “Island-hopping” flight tickets at a discounted rate between O’ahu and Maui. “But,” the English blonde waved her finger at him and said, “you’d better get started early! There’s too much to see if you don’t!” The woman vanished with some early 2000s PowerPoint like graphics and ticket prices popped up.

Nate turned his face back to the clock on the side of the bed. 3:20am.

“Eh. What the hell.”

A bit over an hour later, Nate was on a 30 minute flight between Honolulu and Kahului, talking to a woman in a pink top across the aisle of the small passenger plane. She leaned closer to not yell.

“We had a ferry between islands for a while, but now the best way is to fly. You can charter a boat if you’re feeling fancy, kid.”

“How long have you lived here that you know so much about the Hana Highway?” He responded. The flight was short so he chatted with his neighbor rather than trying to get into a book or the inflight movie. The pilot said the flight would take about 30 minutes and tours departed from the airport.

“Half my life! I run the tour you’re going to take soon! I’m the driver!” she cried out as the plane began its descent and the engine quieted. “You said you’re here for a wedding, right?” Nate nodded. “Well let’s make sure you have a good time today!” she smiled at him.

“Already having a great day,” he winked at her. “What with the beautiful company.” Nate locked eyes with her as though he was trying to seduce her with only a gaze.

She laughed and leaned over to pat his face while also putting in an earbud, signaling the conversation was over. “Aren’t you just so cute,” each word getting its own pat. Nate, obviously, was put in his place.

The plane landed shortly and not long after, he found himself walking up to a minivan, Natalie, the woman in the pink top, next to him. On the mersin escort side panel you could read in hand painted letters “H.H. Island Experience Tours.” Nate nodded seeing this and he got into the van, looking in the back seat. “Anyone going to be joining us today?”

“Whoever has a ticket!” she smirked at him and jabbed her thumb towards the back seat. “Get in loser, we’re going sightseeing.” Nate climbed in and handed her the ticket he purchased at the hotel front desk. Not even 100 feet away was a full-sized coach tour bus getting loaded up with people and a line of 15 more people were still waiting to board. He didn’t say anything, but he was beginning to think maybe there was a reason why the ticket was so cheap. He looked out over the horizon, looking at the beautiful sunrise. The info at the hotel said that you would want to get started early but he was still surprised that he was able to move so quickly from watching it on the hotel TV to two hours later getting on a tour. But – if anything, his experiences this week supported that he should be more spontaneous.

After several long moments of silence and Natalie checking her phone or glancing towards the airport while flashing a quick frown, Nate leaned forward. “The hotel really recommended your tour, you know. They had a pamphlet with your info in the lobby, and they sold your tickets right at the front desk. It was a steal, really. Real no-brainer.”

Natalie tossed her hair back as her head whipped around. “Well that’s good, because we might not have a fancy tour bus but you get the personal touch, sunshine!” she winked at Nate and finally put her phone down into a cup holder. “We get bigger crowds on the weekends, but during the week it’s usually pretty slow. So you get the special treatment today.”

“Oh yea? Gonna take good care of me huh?” He said, trying to sound flirty. From behind he could look down her pink top just enough, and thought she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Kid, my hips don’t lie and neither do my lips,” she said as she winked at him.

Kid? He thought. She looks just three or four years older than me, at most. He thought for a moment “Well, they tell a pretty good story.”

“I haven’t seen a line that smooth since Billy Ocean demanded people get into his car,” she rolled her eyes and put the van in gear. “Keep it in your pants, kid. You’re in town for a wedding.” A frown flashed across his face as she called him kid again. It wasn’t something he got called often. Or at all.

“Alright, so what’s our first stop?” Nate leaned back and looked out the window as they started driving through the city.

“Well the Hana Highway is going to take us from Kahului around eastern edge of Maui,” she leaned back in the driver’s seat while keeping her eyes forward. Nate could see down her top again and grew a devilish grin. She definitely wasn’t wearing a bra; he could see the small nub of her pink nipple from his angle. He shifted to get a better view out the window and down her shirt both. “We are going to stop first at Mama’s Fish House in Ku’au, then you’ll spend some time at Twin Falls. There are a lot of good photo ops there. Then Kaumahina State Park – there’s a ton of walking trails there. Few more waterfalls, another state park, and then we end tonight in Hana – I’ve a houseboat where my partner Hermione and I rest while the other drives back. You’ll island hop back to O’ahu from there. We switch off who gives the tours every other day.”

Nate almost missed half of the story, he couldn’t stop looking at Natalie and thinking about how hot she was. At his heart, he was a simple man. She was hot so he was staring at her. “Wait a minute, Hermione?”

“Yea,” Natalie laughed. “Her parents were big Harry Potter fans, obviously. You believe the first book came out 24 years ago now?” Nate thought about the term partner for a moment and was disappointed that might mean he didn’t have a shot with Natalie. He did allow his thoughts to be flooded with images of Emma Watson and Natalie in bed together.

“Just a bit older than me actually.” Nate said, leaning back in his seat as Natalie turned her head around.

“Oof! ‘Kid’ was right,” she said as they pulled out of the city and started onto the highway. The early morning light shone across the ocean, casting long shadows against bright lights in the water and the trees. The water glowed like fire and the tops of the palm trees were greener than anything he saw in southern California. But however beautiful it was here, he just kept looking at Natalie with hunger.

“Hey, you look like you’re the same exact age as me. Besides, my parents were about six years apart, age doesn’t matter.” Natalie’s face opened wide as she let out a single piercing laugh and turned back to face him, forcing his eyes up towards her face as he quickly reacted. It was too late. She saw where he was looking.

“Yea, you just keep your eyes on the road there, alright champ?” She smirked and shook her head, adjusting mersin escort bayan her spaghetti-strap top up a bit higher and turning back to face the road.

“Champ? Is that better than ‘kid’?” He smirked and leaned forward again. Natalie was less than impressed by Nate’s awkward attempts to flirt. She had heard lines that Nate had never thought of. She was an attractive woman in Hawaii.

“You just keep it in your pants and enjoy the sights.” Nate sat back and looked out the window towards the ocean as they passed some of the most beautiful island scenery in the world.

“So what is Mama’s Fish House?” Nate asked, not looking away from the window, blinking against the sun and watching the trees as he drove past without any real knowledge of what he was looking at. He was looking out for any animals in the trees.

“Mama’s Fish House is a restaurant that’s right on the beach.” She made a smooth gesture of the horizon with her hand. “You could eat while getting sprayed with sea air if you wanted. And since it’s stupid early in the morning, figure we could stop for some breakfast. Whatcha think?” She turned her head to face him briefly.

“Hey, you’re the tour guide. If you say it’s good. Is food included in the ticket?” He asked. Nate wasn’t a super cheap guy. He was in Hawaii for almost a week for a wedding and had his own room. Still, he was beginning to wonder if this whole tour was a trap and the hotel was getting kickbacks on the tickets this woman was selling.

“No, but it’s just us, I’ll split breakfast with you if you want.” She tapped on the paper map taped to the car in front of the passenger seat. “Be there in just a few minutes actually,” she pointed ahead.

“Okay, level with me, Natalie. What’s going on here.” Nate’s suspicions peaked when Natalie pulled up to the restaurant and found it closed. The hours were posted and it opened at 11am. Natalie had tried the door and frowned, but the empty parking lot was a big clue. She turned around and leaned back against the restaurant door and looked at Nate.

“Alright. Fine, you deserve honesty.” She stood up straight, put her hands on her curvy hips, and looked at Nate. “About four months ago my friend, Hermione, came to me and told me she was tired of working for other people. She wanted to start her own company. So. That’s what we did. I’m not a tour guide, I live in Honolulu – I don’t even live on Maui. So you, Nate, are our third customer. Company has been around two weeks. Hermione has been doing this for years, but I haven’t. So, we printed up some vouchers and gave them out to a few hotels who would take them. You got one. Look,” she sighed and closed her eyes. “If you want your money back, I’ll understand, and I’ll apologize about getting the hours here wrong – but we are going to give you just as good an experience as the bigger tour lines! Just wait and see!” She almost sounded angry at that last bit. “We started this company to provide a realistic touring experience, and that’s what we are going to do!” She crossed her arms under her chest and looked at him, defiant to the last.

Nate thought for a moment. “I don’t have anything else to do today. So why don’t you just show me around like you would show around a friend of yours. Then, maybe you give me a ride back in the boat so I don’t have to fly again today. Then we call it even.” Nate stuck out his hand.

She took it and grasped it hard. “Sounds like a deal, kid.” Her bravado was back just that quickly. “I’ll tell you what we’re gonna do. We’re gonna head straight for Hana town. It’s about 30 miles across the coast. Then I’ll take you out in the boat onto Hana Bay for a bit of swimming, and we’ll get you back to Honolulu this afternoon. Boat needs to be back in Honolulu in a couple days anyway, so I’m just going a bit faster now. Hermione will drive the van back and pick up the next tour tomorrow. She’s better with the tours, and it’s actually a full one. Easy peasy, kid. Let’s get going, I’m gonna show you a real good time.”

Natalie’s estimate was pretty accurate for getting to Hana town at least. But what Nate wasn’t ready for was that nobody drove 60 mph here. It was 20 miles an hour the whole way there, so Nate spent most of the time talking about how he was going to college for criminal justice, about Kyle and Shelby’s wedding, about how he hooked up with Ashley last night, about how Ashley and Kyle broke up, and how Nate was proud of himself since he was a chubby kid in high school but he managed a glow-up once he got away from crummy food his family cooked. Natalie asked a lot of questions, especially about how he hooked up with Ashley when they hated each other. Nate shrugged and just said “Sometimes it’s best to just keep things casual. She was having a rough day, we had a good night together, that’s all there is to that.” Natalie nodded in cool agreement before letting Nate change the subject again. They pulled in about an hour and a half after they left the closed restaurant, escort mersin driving up to a beach with a series of docks. Nate climbed out and looked, a bit awe struck, at how many boats there were. Dozens, hundreds maybe even. He was used to boats in California but those were all speed boats and fancy pleasure craft. These were casual boats. Pontoons, houseboats, rowboats. Nothing here was designed to be flashy or fast or powerful.

Natalie, carrying a heavy duffle bag, led Nate down a long pier until they finally reached what he would describe as a long pontoon boat. Nate wouldn’t call it a houseboat; this was a pontoon with an aluminum cover and a retractable curtain that came down from the covering, and 3 foot walls to close in the area on the deck. And sitting in a comfortable looking captain’s chair, bolted to the deck, was a woman that Nate assumed was Hermione.

“H, we got a change of plans.” Natalie said, getting on the boat and tossing the duffel into a locker. “You’re taking the van back to give the afternoon and tomorrow tours. I’m heading back to Honolulu for the tune up tonight and I’ll be back tomorrow.” The woman stood up. She was maybe five feet tall, 100 pounds, and she had a lot of curly auburn hair that stuck far out from her head.

“And you’re bringing a guy with you?” Hermione cocked an eyebrow at Natalie.

Nate started to speak up but Natalie responded even faster. “He lost his plane ticket at one of the stops. It was my fault actually, wind got it. So I offered him a lift back to his hotel. Least we could do right?” She shot Nate a look and he got on board, both with the lie and on the boat. He walked up to her and stuck his hand out.

“Hi Hermione. I’m Nate, Natalie told me a ton about you on the drive here.”

Hermione took his hand and shook it firmly, but not very friendly. “Nice to meet you. So, I’ll just head back and try and pick up a group for this afternoon. Need anything else?”

Before too long, they were waving goodbye to Hermione as she got into the van and the two were riding away on the boat out into the open ocean. After 20 minutes they were alone, in open water with the nearest boat being hundreds and hundreds of feet away. Nate finally piped up. “So where are we going?”

“Just far enough away for some sunbathing and maybe some snorkeling if you wanted? The water isn’t that deep, maybe only 50 feet or so. There’s a reef up ahead.” Natalie opened a chest with two masks and snorkels and lifted them out before pointing at a buoy off their starboard side. “Reef is just under the buoy and stretches for hundreds of feet.”

Nate didn’t have on a swimsuit, and he knew Natalie wasn’t wearing anything under that pink top. She’s bluffing. I’m calling. “Sure, sounds great.”

Natalie smirked and looked down, killing the drive on the boat and bringing it to a rest. She stood up, and without another word, lifted her pink top up and off her head, her bare breasts completely free of any tan lines as she bent over to stow her shirt. She didn’t stop there, she pulled her bottoms off too and Nate discovered she wasn’t wearing any bikini or underwear either. 15 seconds after she started, she stood on the deck of the boat completely naked and, Nate could not help but notice, completely waxed too. Her smooth pussy lips were completely devoid of any hair. She pushed past him, shocking him from his staring, and grabbed a towel. It was quite clear how she avoided the tan lines now.

“So. You just come out here and sunbathe nude?” Nate could see there were no boats anywhere near them.

“Why else have a boat? It’s Hawaii, kid. You’re on island time now. Relax. Go for a swim. Get some sun.” Natalie said, laying back fully exposed, closing her eyes, and resting a small towel over her eyes. Her legs were even slightly spread to give Nate a good look.

“You know I don’t have a swimsuit right? I’ve got no bags with me.” Natalie lifted up the corner of the washcloth to look at him and frown a bit.

“You see me with a swimsuit on, kid?” She put the washcloth back and laid back to relax. Nate couldn’t help himself, and he doubted that anyone would be able to. Natalie’s perfect body, plump breasts, perky nipples, ridiculously curvy hips, and her perfectly smooth pussy lips all looked so very inviting. He would swear she looked like a porn star whose body was photoshopped. He licked his lips and swallowed.

“No. I really don’t.” He unbuckled his shorts and pulled his shirt off, incredibly pale compared to Natalie’s tan skin. He tossed his boxer shorts on the deck and kicked off his sandals. He was now as naked as she was. The strangeness of the situation was getting to him. Fuck it, I’m going for it. He moved over to her and moved to sit next to her, casting a shadow and catching Natalie’s attention. She lifted herself up on her hands and looked up at him for just a moment.

“Forget it, kid. You’re not my type.” She laid back down in the sun. “You’re too needy.”

Nate didn’t say much in response. He half muttered “If you say so,” grabbed the snorkel and mask, looked back at her one more time, and dove into the water. He didn’t hear Natalie’s crystal clear laughter ring out as he splashed into the water. She looked after him, shrugged and thought. Eh. Maybe I’ll try him out. She covered her eyes again.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32