The story continues on Kauai........
The Ross Corporation helicopter set down at Lihue airport on a clear, sunny afternoon on the Garden Island. Aaron and I emerged and immediately noticed the fragrant aroma of tropical flowers. The limo driver met us at the chopper and draped a heavy fresh lei of tuberose and orchids around our necks and welcomed us to paradise.
The Rolls-Royce was a white Phantom V limousine. I was told that it was formerly owned by the Sultan of Brunei; the fellow who used to be the richest man in the world until the likes of Bill Gates. This car was pure white with the gleaming stainless steel grille that is the trademark of the brand. On top, the Flying Lady, symbol of "The Best Car in the World". I enjoyed the scenic ride as I munched on a bucket of macadamia nuts and washed it down with, yes, Dom Perignon. I've grown accustomed to the "bubbly" and drink it like soda pop. At $100 a bottle, it's pricey, but hey, who cares?
The Phantom pulled up to a sprawling, white plantation house in the sunny Poipu Beach area. We were met at the door by Lelani and Keoni, the airplane flight crew, who sped ahead to greet us on arrival. They double as the house maid and butler here. Keoni was barefoot and still wearing a tropical print loincloth and nothing else. Lelani was wearing a matching full length sarong and looked striking, I thought. All I could think of was that psuedo penis dangling between her legs. I wondered if she was capable of fucking herself. I suppresed a giggle.
Aaron took me to my quarters. It was a suite that took up the entire ocean front octagon wing of the house. It had floor to ceiling plantation shutters and was only a short walk to the beach. The king sized bed had a traditional Hawaiian quilt and mosquito netting draped from the center of the canopy. White ceiling fans whirled overhead and a mysterious white spiral staircase led to a second level. Aaron showed me the large walk in closet filled with island fashions, then stated, "Master Jeremy chose not to wear anything while here, unless, of course, he was entertaining". "I'm a little too modest for that, but I think I could ease into it", I answered. Aaron responded, "I think Keoni can help you with that", and then left the room.
A short time later, Keoni knocked at the door. "Please come in", I said. "Sir, I'm here to help you dress", he said. He walked into the room and went into the walk in closet. I felt a tingle in my crotch as I admired his magnificent Hawaiian physique and midsection covered by the skimpiest of loincloths. He emerged holding another loincloth that looked like it came from the Tarzan collection. "Would you be comfortable in this, sir?", he asked. "Yes, I'd like to try that on", I answered, trying to contain my excitement at dressing like a native. He helped me undress as I recited multiplication tables in my head to avoid getting an erection. He slipped my feet into the loincloth and drew it up my legs. Suddenly, my foreskin brushed against his nose as he came up with the loincloth. "Sorry, sir", he said, almost embarrassed. "Oh, no, Keoni, that was my fault". "It looks like this excites me enough to get me semi-hard". "I understand sir", he replied. "You're so much like Master Jeremy, it's uncanny", he stated. I blushed as he pulled it to my waistline, and reached in to adjust my swelling cock. "It'll settle down in a bit, sir". He turned me to face the mirror and placed a choker around my neck that had a shark tooth dangling from it. He then pointed out that I needed a tattoo around my left bicep with a polynesian pattern. That was to come later. "First thing you need, sir, is to work on your tan", he commented. "Follow me, sir". I couldn't tear myself away from admiring my wild, native look in the mirror. "Sir?". "Oh, yes, I'm coming". Keoni led me up the spiral staircase to an octagon shaped roof top lanai. It had lounges for sunning and was totally private. "You can work on your tan here, sir, in the nude if you wish", he said. "I'll do that, but first, I'd like to have a little fun with you, Keoni". "I'm here to pleasure you sir, whatever you desire", he replied. I slid his loincloth down, and then my own. I asked him to lay down on the padded chaise lounge and admired his huge stiffening cock. I reached down and put some suntan oil on my butthole, then straddled Keoni. I guided his huge thick native manmeat into my throbbing anal sphincter. He grasped me around the waist and gently lowered me down onto his cock. I plunged myself down onto him and buried his swollen penis deep inside me. It felt as though it was going to come out of my throat. He pumped me up and down with his powerful arms, then I laid down on his chest and started to french kiss him as he pumped me deeply. When he came inside me, I could feel him squirting thick, hot semen into my guts. His massive muscular body shuddered as he unloaded inside me. I too came from the friction of my penis rubbing against his washboard abs.
Keoni cleaned me up with his tongue, then we lay there sunning in each other's arms. My Hawaiian holiday was shaping up to be a memorable one.