On a Hidden Beach On Maui

We owned a small cottage in Lahaina, and had the opportunity annually to go and do a deep cleaning.  This was always a really fun trip, because we got to enjoy the wonderful island and do a little work too. The first night we were there is always exciting and very exotic.  The warm breezes and fragrant flowers just make you want to shed all your winter clothes, and just wear the minimum.  When we got to the cottage it was late, and we were very tired and ready for bed.  Except for the time zone change, we slept very soundly and woke refreshed in the morning.

On waking I rolled over to my lady and started to rub her back.  I had brought some talcum powder, and after slipping her out of her underwear,  I sprinkled power on her and began to rub her gently.  I slowly worked my way down her back to her incredible soft bottom, and soon found the backs of her legs. A little more powder, and the exploration continued.  I was a little aroused, but was really concerned that she was in the mood.  So often I will be wanting her, but she will be caught up in the worries of the day and not even be there with me in her mind.  She rolled over slightly and I guess she noticed I was a little limp, and she asked me if something was wrong.  I expressed my feelings of concern for her and if she was OK.  This concern must have opened a window in her heart, because she has never been so loving to me as she was on that trip.  She assured me that she was OK and laid back down separating her legs quite a bit.  I applied more powder, particularly on the crevice between her cheeks, and began to run my fingers from her tailbone directly downward stopping at every intimate place on the way down.  Finally  I reached the treasured place between her legs and gently traced and explored every contour.  She pulled her far knee up, slightly raising her pelvis and allowing me to explore more.  I slid my other hand under her and stopped with my fingers directly on her moist and tender place.  Applying a little moving pressure with that hand, I continued to rub her inner legs and bottom.  Soon she began to rotate her hips in a smooth rhythm.  It wasn’t long before she rolled over and received me.  After our climax she had tears of joy rolling down her face.

We spent the day unpacking and checking out the cottage to determine what needed to be done while we were there.

That night after showering she asked me what I wanted her to put on for our walk on the beach.  The beach was dark and secluded, and we knew we would be totally private there.  Plus it was no moon that night.  I picked out a white sheer shell top, pink panties and a green full skirt.  She dressed and I put on some shorts and a tee shirt.  We grabbed the sand mats and started our short walk to the sand.  There were some distant lights that allowed us to see somewhat where we were going, and I found a spot where the dim lights were shaded.

We stood there listening to the surf and I took her into my arms and held her very close to me.  Now I like to be very close, and sometimes I don’t like to have anything between us.  I separated myself slightly from her and slowly began raising the front of her skirt.  I wanted to make sure it was OK with her, and since she didn’t resist, I continued, finally exposing her panties to me.  I then pulled her pack to me and we pressed tightly together.  I was really aroused, and she could tell because her hands lowered on my back and slid into my shorts.  I hadn’t put on any underwear.  She began exploring me, and kind of tugging on my waste-band lowering my shorts.  While all this was going on, I wasn’t just standing there.  I was busy with the back of her skirt.  Holding her this way with the gentle fragrant breeze and waves kissing the shore was pure extacy. I lifted her skirt up and felt her satin panties.

Let me explain the panties.  My sweet wife has panties for daily use, and ones for special times like these.  These are the ones that don’t have a cotton panel in them.  They are one thin layer of silky fabric from the waist line to waist line, and all points between.

I had my hands and fingers exploring and touching.  We were in a tender embrace when she finally lowered my shorts to my knees, and I moved back slightly and lowered my hardness into the treasured triangle between her legs.  What a feeling of standing there with my bottom exposed to the breeze, and her skirt pulled all the way up, and my most sensitive part separated from her most sensitive part by only her thin pink panties.  We stood there for ever, neither of us wanting to separate, fondling each other.  She is such a lady to me.

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