by Valerie B.

Ever since I saw pictures of Hawaii at an early age, I always dreamed of one day going there. My friend Lisa called to tell me to say that she and her husband Ron were going for a week.

"That’s great! A trip to Hawaii, now I’m jealous," I said.

"Don’t be, because we’d like to ask you something," Lisa said.

"You want me to feed your cat right?"

"No, silly."

"Then what?"

"Well, my sister was supposed to go with us but she bailed at the last minute, so we have this extra ticket. Would you like to have it?" she said.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes. All you have to do is take spending money. The house is already taken care of."

"House? Not a hotel?"

"Yes a house. A friends parent’s own a house there and they’ll be in Europe for a month, and they asked us if we wanted to use it, of course we said yes. So we’ll pick you up in two days, so be ready for a week of rest, relaxation, fun and whatever your little heart desires."

"I’ll be ready."

Before I knew it we were stepping off the plane and onto Hawaiian soil. As I looked around I saw nothing but beauty. We arrived at the house awhile later. We unpacked and ooo’d and ahhh’d over the beauty of the house and the landscape. We went looking around the island the next day and took in as many sights as we could.

Since the beach was about a five minute walk from the house I decided to go and walk the beach. The water was warm and the sun was starting to set. I sat on the sand to watch. A while later a man walked up to me.

"Excuse me," he said.

I looked up.

"Yes?"

"Have you seen a man’s watch around here?" he asked.

"No I haven’t."

"If you do, will you please send it to this address?"

He handed me a piece of paper.

"Sure," I said.

"Thank you."

He turned to walk away but then stopped and turned back towards me.

"I’m sorry I didn’t introduce myself. My name is Marcos," he said.

"I’m Valerie."

"Nice meeting you, Valerie."

"Likewise, Marcos."

We shook hands and he left continuing his search for the watch before it got too dark. I thought to myself what a beautiful Spanish accent he had. As I got up I felt something under my right foot. I moved the sand and to my surprise was Marcos’ watch. I picked it up and looked around the beach for him but he was gone. I got back to the house with just enough time to get cleaned up and dressed for dinner.

We arrived at a seaside restaurant an hour later. Our table had a beautiful view of the ocean.

"Thanks again for the invitation, you two," I said.

"You’re welcome. You needed to get away," Ron said.

"You are so right."

We ate, talked and laughed. I was looking out the window when someone approached the table.

"Valerie?"

I turned around.

"Marcos? Right?" I said.

"Yes."

"Ron and Lisa this is Marcos. We met on the beach this afternoon," I said.

"Yes while I was looking for my watch," Marcos said.

"Nice to meet you. Please join us," Ron said.

"Thank you, I’d like that."

Marcos sat down.

"Oh, speaking of watches, I found yours," I said.

I reached into my purse and took out the watch and handed it to him.

"Thanks! I thought I’d lost it forever."

"It means that much to you, huh?" I said.

"Yes. My mother gave it to me years ago. Thank you so much."

"You’re welcome."

We talked a while longer.

‘Lisa and I were invited to a big party at the hotel. Would you both like to come?" Ron said.

"No thanks. I just want to hear the crashing of the waves tonight. You two go ahead," I said.

"I’ll make sure she gets home safely," Marcos said.

"You sure?" said Lisa.

"Positive. Go and have fun."

"We’ll be staying at the hotel tonight, so you have the house all to yourself."

"All right."

We all got up and went out separate ways. Marcos and I arrived at the house a while later. We sat on the living room floor talking and sharing a bottle of wine.

"This house is beautiful," Marcos said.

"Yes it is."

I felt like saying ‘and so are you’, but I held back. He poured us some more wine. As he handed me my glass it slipped and spilled on my blouse. We both moved quickly.

"I’m sorry!. That was clumsy of me," he said.

"Don’t worry."

"But I ruined your blouse!"

"Between you and me, it was the best thing that could have happened to it."

I winked at him and we started laughing. He moved closer to me until we were about a inch apart. He touched my face with the back of his fingers and then he traced my lips with his thumb. He then kissed me gently at first. He smelled so fantastic and tasted even better. I had to have more, but how? I dared not be too pushy. I pulled back a little.

"Valerie, would I be…you are…it’s just..." Marcos stuttered.

"What? Just say it. Don’t be shy."

"I want you. I want to make love to you. I know that we only met this afternoon, but I felt like I was struck by a thunderbolt when I looked into your eyes today."

"Wow,." I said.

"Excuse me?"

"That is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me."

"There will be more if you like."

"I like, I like."

We laughed and kissed some more. The wine was starting to get sticky on my skin.

"Excuse me, but I have to change out of this blouse. I’ll be right back."

"Okay."

I went upstairs and took off the soiled blouse. I went into the bathroom and looked at the sunken bathtub for two. I thought to myself how nice it would be to take a bath right now. I stood there staring at the tub and then shrugged my shoulders.

"Why not."

I filled the tub with warm water and added bath oil and watched it as the foam formed. It seemed this room had been used on more than one occasion as a romantic scenario because there were candles everywhere and there was also a stereo system in the room too. I lit the candles and turned on the stereo and turned off the overhead lights. The room was a vision to behold. I got undressed and got into the tub. I cleared my throat so my voice would carry down to where Marcos was.

"Marcos! Can you hear me?!" I said.

"Yes! Is there something wrong?" he answered.

"No nothing. Why don’t you come on up."

"Okay. Do you want me to bring the wine?"

"Yes please!"

Before I knew it he was in the bedroom.

"Where are you?" he asked.

"In the bathroom. Come on in."

He opened the door to see a candlelit room, soft music playing and me in a foamy tub.

"How’s the water?" he smiled.

"Very nice. Will you join me?"

"Don’t mind if I do," he said

He took off his clothes slowly knowing that he was putting on a little show just for me. Before I knew it he was standing nude right before me like a the statue of David. Every muscle on him was perfect, and I mean every muscle! He slid in beside me and set the wine bottle and glasses on the floor which was level to the tub. He moved closer to me.

"Hello," he said.

"Hi there yourself."

"So what’s a nice girl like you doing in a tub like this?"

"Waiting for someone like you and…."

"And?"

"I’m not that nice."

"Oh really," he said smiling.

"Really."

He kissed me passionately. His tongue slipping into my waiting mouth. He cupped my breast and I ran my fingers through his curly hair.

"You taste so good," he said.

"You’re not too bad yourself."

"You want more?"

"I’d be stupid to say no."

He was directly in front of me and he pulled me closer to him. Our bodies sliding into one another. He kissed my neck and slowly dragged his tongue down the length of my neck to my breasts where he lingered for awhile. As his tongue made circles around my nipples a small moan escaped by lips. I reached under the water and found the muscle that I wanted to feel the most. My hand began to slowly massage his hardening penis. He began to moan. He slipped his hand between my legs and began to massage me in a very secret place.

We looked at each other. I felt as if the world was on slow motion and we were the only ones in it. We continued the foreplay on each other until we could stand it no longer. He whispered in my ear.

"Mi corazon palpita por ti. No mas por ti."

"Ah si?" I said.

"Si."

He bit my earlobe and I started giggling. He looked at me.

"What’s so funny?" he asked.

"I would have never thought that I would be in Hawaii, in a bathtub with a handsome man."

"You think I’m handsome?"

I moved close to his ear to whisper.

"Si. Y tambien mi corazon papita por ti. No mas por ti."

And I bit him on the earlobe. We laughed. His right hand reached under the water and pushed my left leg to his right and he positioned himself. He rubbed himself on me and I bit my lower lip.

"Oh let me do that for you," he said.

He gently bit my lip.

"Oh baby," I purred.

We continued kissing, when we were as one he slipped his hardness into me. He moved in sync to the music that was playing. His thrusts became more and more rapid and harder. We were both moaning and he started to slow down.

"Don’t stop," I said.

"Don’t stop?"

"Don’t stop."

With one final hard thrust we both reached that special place where our hearts are full of contentment and love. We hung on to each for what seemed like hours.

For the next few days we were inseparable and then came the day for us to leave and head back to LA. Marcos and I took one last walk on the beach together.

"I’m going to miss you, Valerie," he said.

"I’m going to miss, you too."

"When is your flight leaving?"

"In about three hours," I said.

"Mine too. We can go to the airport together?"

"No, it’s hard enough as it is. Marcos this week is one I will never forget for as long as I live."

"Me either. I will always smile and think of you when ever I see a bathtub that size again."

We started laughing. We stopped walking. He took me in his arms.

"Take care of yourself Marcos," I said.

"You too querida."

He kissed me and then I walked away.

We left for the airport and boarded our plane. My friends sat behind me. I stared out the window.

"Valerie?"

I turned to see Marcos standing in the aisle.

"Marcos? What are you doing here?" I said.

"This is my plane home," he said.

"You live in LA?"

"Yes! You too?"

"Yes. You think with all the time we spent together we would have asked each other where we were from."

" I guess your right."

We laughed and he sat down. He raised my hand to his lips and kissed it.

"What was that for?" I asked.

You are the best souvenir that I’m taking home," he said.

We held hands the rest of the flight home, but I couldn’t help but think. Never in any of my dreams would I have ever thought that I’d find a man like him on the sandy beaches of Hawaii.

Never in My Wildest Dreams!!!

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