Maui Dreams

Man times throughout my life after an event, an alternative erotic scenario pops into my mind... making me wish it had occurred in real life... but I've never been that lucky... leaving me to just dream of what could have been. My pictures in this story were taken by me and are from the actual place, but the story is the fantasy that endures.

Maui was beautiful, full of lush green vegetation spilling down from the mountains into the valleys that collected the water from the constant showers, forming cascading streams flowing to the shoreline. Our first island adventure was the drive to Hana on the east shore of the island. Although the road was less than sixty miles long, we'd read in the tourist guides that the trip would take well over 3 hours, and no wonder... with over 600 curves and 50 bridges, it was best to go slow along the 2-lane road.

Around each curve new delights emerged. Rocky outcroppings with surf spraying up as the waves crashed into them... sheer cliffs dropping straight to the ocean... as the road carved out notches in the cliffs...

and a succession of waterfalls at each inside curve of the road, tumbling down from great heights

We passed them all, noting the position of the most interesting spots for future investigation and other possible activities.

Your interest was especially keen at the blowholes, features near the ocean edge where incoming waves forced water to spray up through openings into the air.

You remarked that this was making you horny because it reminded you of my own blowhole and that you were anxious to cause an eruption of your own personal geyser... and the sooner, the better. The conversation naturally caused me to stiffen under my swim shorts and just as I began to search seriously for a place where we could pull over, the entrance to Waianapanapa State Park appeared ahead on the left. What unbelievable timing I thought as I turned into the entrance drive.

Stopping at the gatehouse, I paid the admission fee to the female park ranger, who smiled and nodded knowingly as she peered through the open window... probably noticing my swollen crotch. Wishing us an enjoyable afternoon and a memorable visit, she mentioned that there weren't very many visitors today and that we should definitely investigate the cave to the right of the beach as the tides should be just right at the moment to enter and follow its path to the sea. As she waved us through, I detected a trace of envy... I had the distinct feeling that she was tuned in to our motives and was helpfully steering us toward a more private spot to act on our urges. The short drive to the parking area took us by small rustic cabins that we wished we had reserved in advance. Damn, I thought to myself, I should have done more research on spots we might stop along the way rather than focusing entirely on just the drive, as beguiling as it was turning out to be.

The beach was totally unexpected. Up until now, we had been enchanted with pristine white sand beaches that were everywhere on Maui... but this was a totally unexpected black sand beach, blacker than we thought possible.

The Pacific Ocean water appeared even bluer against the sand, which had a few larger lava boulders strewn around it. A couple of families with children were at the far end of the beach, happily playing in the surf. Otherwise, the beach was ours alone.

On the left was a sea arch visible in the distance as the ocean entered the sheltered horseshoe shaped lagoon.

After briefly investigating the surroundings, you set off to the opposite end of the beach, your long hair dazzling in the light and the slightly transparent sarong that covered your thong bikini billowing in the breeze to reveal your sweet shapely bottom that so often transfixed me. With a little investigation, the entrance to a lava tube cave was easily found. We had to stoop low to enter, as its opening was only about 3 feet high and as you stooped to enter, your delectably rounded ass was put on full display as I followed about 10 feet behind. Once inside, the sounds of the surf on the other end of the tube was magnified we could feel a strong breeze being funneled through.

As you disappeared around a bend, the sarong came off and you held it out like a flag, letting it flutter in the breeze. I turned the corner in pursuit and found your body silhouetted against a corner of daylight shining through from the end of the cave ahead. Your skin was radiant, soft and smooth, which made the contrast against the dark rough sides of the cave even more apparent. The sounds of the waves were nearly loud enough to mask my heartbeat as I took the sarong from you and jammed a corner into a crease in the rock, fixing it so that it continued to wave in the wind. We came together and kissed hard. My cock was already swelling as our bodies mashed together and I was sure you could feel it against your pelvis. I reached for the ends of the strings holding your bikini top on and pulled them very slowly at first, then hard as the knot resisted and my impatience increased. Finally, as resistance was futile, the stubborn knots gave way and the top fell to the ground, freeing your full breasts, nipples already stiffening and beginning to point outward. Those nipples were my favorites, as their areolas, perfectly placed on your orbs, also swelled... like little miniature mountains capped by the pointed peaks of your nipples. My mouth could never resist sucking on them, letting my mouth envelope them while my tongue encircled and then flicked at them as they became more and more erect under my attention. Alternating between them, being carefully to balance the stimulation so neither one felt shorted. Sighs began to emanate from your lips as my lips continued to heighten your arousal. Eventually, as your breath became heavier, your hands pressed against my chest, pushing me away and forcing my mouth to withdraw. Stepping back and kneeling in front of me, you lustily stated it was time to help me with my trunks, pulling them down slowly while kissing my belly until you met resistance from my engorged cock. You yanked again, stymied by the difficulty of a tight waistband that refused to expand over my swollen shaft. You kidded that you didn't think they could come off now. Finally, you reached over to untie the knot of the waistband string, allowing the band to expand and allow you to reach inside, grasping me firmly with one hand and pulling the suit hard with the other to release me fully.

After a few gentle kisses on the head, and some licking along the full length of my stiff rod, you stood up again and suggested that I return the favor, which I did without delay by falling to my knees and peeling the clingy fabric of your bottom down to reveal first your shaved pubis... then the beginning of your slit. The lips of your pussy were slightly parted and I used my thumbs on each side to spread them further so that my tongue could split them more and explore your wetness. You moaned slightly, whispered that you couldn't remain standing much longer, and gradually began to sin, braced by my arms which encircled your bottom, gently easing you down onto your back while my face remained buried in your pussy and my tongue continued its onslaught on your clit. Occasionally my lips would tug on your lips, then plunge into your delicious opening, sucking up your delightful juices.

As our bodies eventually settled into the soft sand below us, we shifted around so that you regained access to my cock as well. Now in a 69 position, you cradled my balls with one hand, and licked up and down and around the head before taking me fully into your mouth. The soft, warm, familiar feeling of being surrounded by your mouth spurred me to speed up my oral activity on the other end as you continued to slide me deeper and deeper into your mouth and swirl your tongue around me.

Your swollen clit told me that my own tongue was definitely having an effect too and the strength of your sucking grew more frantic as you forced more and more down your throat with each up and down motion. Finally, the point of no return was eminent and I felt your belly muscles tighten as you fought against the oncoming convulsions. Withdrawing me from your mouth, you screamed for me to get inside you NOW! Instantly, I reversed myself and plunged deep into you in a single stroke, burying my cock completely all the way to the hilt as you screamed again, bucking up against me and crying for me to fuck you harder and harder. Waves of orgasm rippled through you again and again as I pumped you, watching your breasts sway up and down from the rhythm. Finally, I reached my own breaking point and could hold back no more. "I'm cumming... where do you want it?" I cried. "All over me" you replied, giving me just enough time to withdraw before spraying cum all over your belly and breasts in a forceful explosion. Streams of cum painted across your heaving body, from belly to face and into your hair. Collapsing aside you, my hand coved one breast as we recovered from our intense mutual climax.

In the afterglow, as our breathing slowed and began to return to normal, we were amazed at how wet we'd gotten in our passion for each other. That amazement turned to laughter when we realized that we'd been at it so long that that the tide had begun to come in and cooler water was now beginning to wash into us. We rose up, with fine sand granules adhering all over our bodies, and walked with arms entwined around each other to the far end of the cave. The light at that end was now dim and we struggled against each successive surge of water until we reached the seaward opening where we were greeted by the moon just rising above the water. We peered back toward the beach, which was now deserted and decided to swim back, letting the waves cleanse us and push us back ashore. Once there, I went back to the cave for our suits, but they were gone, swept away by the tidewaters. Only the sarong was left, still fluttering where I'd left it. "That's a fair price for the memory" I thought as I returned empty handed to you. You agreed after I offered to buy you a replacement suit if you would model your choices for me and allow me the final selection. Luckily, the extra change of clothes in the car would make our return less noticeable, and leaving the park, we genuinely thanked the ranger at the admissions gate as we left. She nodded to us with a knowing smile and told us that she very much wished she had been able to accompany us on our visit. Her comment made us wonder exactly what she meant... and we continued to fantasize about various scenarios that could occur if we made a return visit to the park during our stay on the island.