I drove past the little village of Kaawa to a parking lot which was almost empty. I was dressed and equipped for the hike: japanese A back pack with snacks and wine, of course, some wine…and my skimpy outfit…a short dress and tennis shoes. That’s all I needed, plus a blanket for a little nap at the falls. I was on my way. No ordinary tourist was I and there were no tourists here…they were all buying the souvenirs at the Cultural Center…a Mormon enterprise. Try finding a friendly bar there! It wasn’t going to happen. I brought my bar with me! And up the hill I climbed which then leveled out for a gentle climb slowly to the falls, only a few miles. It began to rain and then stopped. I had my swim suit under my little dress so I was prepared. Along the way I nodded at other hikers ascending and descending but few in number. It was quiet and idyllic and dreamy…one could not want for more paradise in Hawaii than this secluded hike and the falls and pool ahead. I wasn’t far on the path when I could hear the pounding water of the falls…my heart began to pound…with the hike and the thrill of paradise awaiting me ahead. I trudged along. “Have you been here before?” a voice just behind me inquired. I didn’t look but, a little breathlessly answered: “No, it’s my first time up here.” Then: “There is a reason why they call it Sacred Falls,” the voice said. I paused and looked to the source of the voice. It was a handsome Hawaiian man…you know the kind: an apparently chiseled chest and torso, a broad smile with beautiful smile. He was younger than me and I wondered, ‘is this a come on?’ I was alert because of my boss I suppose and shouldn’t have…we were just talking. But chatting led to other things so I was shy and coy and didn’t answer. But he said: “We Hawaiians…[pronounced HaVaiians]…find peace and tranquility at the falls, it is a native thing. The fact of the falls in this remote place, the sounds of asian the babe waters, their cleansing nature…A religious experience.” I smiled and believed I was going to have a religious experience…IF left alone. And I walked on, ahead of him, up some steep portions…him behind me and I was envisioning him walking behind, under my butt…looking up my short dress at my butt…which was covered…a little…by my skimpy swim suit…but thinking of him watching my hips, my buttocks moving, undulating, was arousing me. Where was my girlfriend for a little protection just now? Home attending to her damned emergency. Just then I slipped on the wet path…down to where hands were holding me…on my bottom but preventing a fall…those hands on my privates at an unexpected moment but fleetingly, then away after I had steadied myself. I turn and looked at him. He was close, holding me for seconds. I smiled. “Thank you,” I said. He smiled back, nodding. A big, strong and silent native. His arms were strong and muscled. I was such a tiny, slender thing. He could easily have caught me no matter how far I might have fallen. “You’re very pretty,” he said. I just smiled and continued up the path. When he caught me my suit had slipped up in my crotch. Now he was still behind me…should I adjust the suit or just let it be?…I was getting aroused by the thought of being watched…admired?… by the handsome native with the strong arms. I mean, I’m attractive and attracted and he must also have been attracted to attractive me. It cumshot was natural and we were in blowjob Paradise. I was agitated like never before. I could only see one of them, she was a woman babe of about thirty years old maybe. The man Haseem was reaching up, cupping her blowjob breasts as she slammed her sex onto him again and again, her cunt impaling itself with desperation. But Aurelia was interrupted japanese as the crowd suddenly erupted with wild roaring. I sucked her nipples, caressing her smooth skin as her breath came faster. WHATEVER I want, eh?" Gwen makes her way to an older couple standing next to the bar. She had experienced such rapture last night. They were thigh-high and opaque. She didn’t last in school, because of her outside interests, as it were. How does her ass taste on my dick?” However, he did suggest that we get lots of butter. that's nobody's business but my own, of course. And to Laura's delight, he reached out and drew her into a hug. There are the tryouts today, asian remember?” “She doesn't need college. She stubbornly shook her head as stinging tears budded from her eyes. 'Uh' He paused looking down at what he dropped. He pulled cumshot his cock out far, leaving her momentarily, disappointingly, empty. Beads of sweet were sliding off her forehead and her moans were so loud again and her hips now pumping up to meet his every thrust. Kevin pushes her back and motions for her to lift her hips up. “Oh my God, when did you start shaving it all off?” she asked