Naked Portraits Pt. 07

Rudy laughed and Meka applauded.

"She was a cheerleader for Texas when we met," Rudy said beaming us a dazzling smile. he hugged Meka and kissed her cheek.

"Head cheerleader," Cassie corrected. Cassie stood at an even five-feet. A loose beach dress concealed her figure and what skin I could see was ghostly white. I handed her back her hat and she put it back on.

A blunt thud in the sand announced the arrival of Harry Hoopii. He was the exact same height as Rudy probably five-eight, just as buff, but slightly slimmer. Where Rudy was ruggedly handsome, Harry could best be described as angelic. Like Rudy, Harry's hair was shoulder length and a sun streaked sandy brown. He had that perfect blend of Polynesian and Asian, his smooth perfect facial features would look good on a woman too I thought. His dark brown skin seemed to glow from within like a Dutch Renaissance painting.

"You're drooling again girl," Meka whispered to me.

"How do you know so many hot guys?" I whispered back.

"Perks of being a part time photographer. You meet a lot of beautiful people."

"I'm fuckin' throwing away my brushes and I'm buying a camera," I said eying up the two delicious men.

"You're going to have to streak your hair different colors like Deidre," Meka said.

"And get some tattoos too," I added.

Meka laughed.

"I have a friend in Waimanalo who appeared on Miami Ink, "Cassie said. "She's the shit. I can hook you up."

"No need, Gwen's just being stupid," Meka said then introduced everyone all around. After the introductions, Meka went right to work. "Everyone one got the clothing I requested?"

"It wasn't easy to find this," Rudy said as he unzipped his backpack. "I ordered it on line. It just came in the mail this morning." He held out an insignificant piece of leathery cloth. "I don't even know how to put it on."

Cassie took the thing from her husband and gave it a once over.

"Your nuts go in here, your shlong here," she said. "The stringy thing goes up your crack and this part wraps around your waist. It's not unlike a string bikini with room allotted for your boto."

Rudy gave his wife a dubious look.

I smiled. Cassie's use of the local Filipino word, boto, meaning penis, sounded funny in her Texas drawl.

"You have trouble finding a loincloth?" Meka asked Harry.

"No, already own two. I'm wearing one now in fact."

"I'm not gonna ask why you own one, let alone two loincloths," Meka said. She looked at Cassie and asked, "Got the bikini we talked about?"

Cassie handed her hat off to her husband and pulled the beach dress over her head. Beneath she wore an earthy olive-green bikini trimmed with black. "The gym's colors like you asked," Cassie said. "I can't wait for this photo thing to be over so I can start getting some sun again. I tell you what, I feel like I'm haunting my own Gym."

The girl's body was small tight and muscular like a gymnast, wide at the shoulders, tiny breasts, an impossibly narrow waist and a gorgeous muscular ass. She casually flexed her arms and they rippled with wiry strength.

"Thank you for indulging me," Meka said with a laugh. "Now put on some sun block and get in the shade of the overhang before you start to color." To the men she said, "Breakout the loincloths and warm up for the throw net shots."

Rudy joined his wife under the overhang and started striping down. Realizing he was going to have to get totally naked to put on the loincloth, I turned my head to give the guy some privacy. My eyes found Harry all ready stripped down to his loincloth he wore beneath his shorts and t-shirt. The sea breeze stirred his long brown hair ... and the back and front flaps of the loincloth. His dark brown skin was even and seamless with no tan lines that I could see. Harry knelt in the sand and fished out a throw net from one of Meka's gym bags. With the net draped over his left shoulder, he stood giving it an experts once over. It was clear that the guy knew how to handle a Hawaiian throw net.

"Nice view huh?" Meka said.

I nodded in total agreement. "He looks like he should be in a gladiator movie."

"I asked them to tan in the nude. Looks like it paid off."

"Fuck yeah," I agreed thinking of Harry laying in the sun, all oiled up naked and shiny.

Rudy Kahakaloha walked out from under the overhang into the sun. Like Harry, Rudy's tan was a rich seamless brown. As he walked, his thigh muscles bunched and relaxed hypnotically. He looked like a Polynesian Conan the barbarian. All that was missing was a sword and a heap of dispatched foes. Rudy made a face and pulled at the back of his loincloth. I giggled, thus ending the impromptu barbarian fantasy rolling in my head.

"How do you chicks walk around with something running up your ass?" Rudy asked his wife who stood back still in the shade of the overhang. Rudy picked at his ass again.

"Back under the overhang so I can do some light makeup," Meka said.

As everyone tramped into the shade, I deliberately hung back just to see the guys' backsides. Unlike Harry, Rudy's loincloth didn't have a crack-concealing flap giving me a delicious view of his handsomely sculpted brown ass. Meka nudged me and I quickly put on a professional face.

As Meka worked on Harry's face, I asked Cassie and Rudy, "Did you guys meet here at the university?"

"No," Rudy answered. "We met at the Bowl game game where I broke my leg."

"That's right," Cassie said. "I was on the Texas cheer squad and I saw and heard what happened to my man's leg. His poor broken body plopped right down in front of me. All the other girls cleared out in horror but I stayed put. My daddy's a veterinary surgeon and I helped out at his animal hospital in the summers. Broken limbs were not foreign to me."

"Was to me," Rudy said with a grimace.

"Anyway," Cassie continued with a playful slap at her husband's arm, "I saw that he was struggling to remove his helmet so I dropped down to his side and helped him take it off. We both looked at his leg all gross and twisted like. We could see bone sticking out. Rudy looked up into my face and said something in Hawaiian then his eyes rolled up to the whites and he was gone. The doctors from both teams showed up and I was pushed away." Cassie stroked her husband's face with unguarded affection as she spoke. "After the game, I went over to the Hawaii bench and approached one of the trainers who looked Hawaiian and I repeated to him what Rudy had said to me hoping for a translation. He told me he didn't know, but took me to another trainer, a Hawaiian woman with beautiful eyes.

"That was Gina," Rudy said. "She's the defensive coordinator now. I hear she's shooting for the head coach job next year."

"About time someone with brains got the job," Cassie said. "Anyway, Gina told me that the closest English translation would be beautiful spirit or ghost. Being the young self-centered female that I was back then, I chose the beautiful spirit translation. I found out that Rudy was staying overnight for observation in a nearby hospital so I went to see him after the game."

Rudy picked up the story from there.

"When I woke up on the gurney on my way to the medical room in the stadium, I tried to turn my head to look for Cassie but they had me in a neck brace so I couldn't move. I asked, "Were the angel?" but no one knew what I was talking about. I gave up and chalked her up as an hallucination brought on by the pain in my leg. Imagine the shock when I saw her standing in my hospital room later that night." He stroked his wife's hair tenderly. In a voice edged with honest emotion he said, "Her hair was longer then."

"So that's how we met," Cassie said in her rich Texas drawl. "Football's tragic lost was my lifelong find."

"I didn't know that broken bones could be so romantic," Meka said.

"In two places, twice as romantic," Rudy added with a theatrical twinge. We all laughed.

"I have a question," Harry chimed in. He waited until he had everyone's attention and then he asked, "Did you get the first down?"

Meka and I gaped at him in total horror at such a pointless, insensitive thing to ask. But Rudy only laughed.

"No," Rudy said. "The quarterback was scrabbling for his life and was just trying to throw out of bounds. I had no business trying to catch that pass."

"Well baby, I'm glad you were stupid," Cassie piped in. Rudy tickled her ribs making her yelp.

Chapter 42 The Photo Shoot

After working on Rudy's face, Meka said, "Time to get to work gentlemen. Rudy, Harry, get a net and meet me at water's edge." Meka draped three loaded cameras around my neck and said to me, "Hang close, I'll ask for a camera you handed it to me. The one with the red strap has black and white film."

Meka and I followed the men to the water.

For the next hour, I assisted Meka by handing out cameras and reloading film. When I wasn't handling cameras, I walked around with a hand held Mylar reflector to add upward bounce light to a shot. The most enjoyable task of the day was misting the men with a spray bottle of water to heightened muscle tone. As I misted Rudy's dark brown ass I thought, I should be paying Meka to do this job.

At a short break, Meka handed me a camera.

"It's digital," she said. "The card's huge. Take as many shots of the guys as you like. Have fun. I'm going to check on Cassie's makeup and do some shots of her against the cliff wall." As she walked away she turned and said, "If I use any of your shots for anything I'm going to take full credit for them."

"Understood," I said as I centered Rudy's smiling face in the camera's tiny TV screen and snapped a still. "Go near that rock," I said pointing at a flattish rock a little taller than me poking out of the sand. I snapped a couple of shots of the hunky pair with the rock as backdrop. "Get up there Rudy," I said. Like a sleek cat, Rudy climbed up the rock with no effort. I circled the rock taking shots, enjoying the extreme perspective. "Okay, you can come down," I said. Rudy leaped from the rock right over my head making me squeal but I manage to snap a shot of him as he sailed overhead. I looked at shot on the the viewing screen.

I showed it to him and he laughed. "Think Cassie would let me put that one in the gym lobby?"

I laughed too and then made to climb the rock myself, but because of the camera in one hand, I stalling halfway up. Just as I was about to fall back on the sand, I felt a hand at my waist and another high on my right thigh close to my ass. A gentle push followed and I made the top of the rock. It was Harry who had helped me up. I held the camera to my face to hide the fact that I was blushing.

The guys moved around below me striking poses with the fish nets. At first, we were all serious, but all too soon, we started horsing around. I got a great shot of Harry netting a theatrically screaming Rudy. Done with shots from on high up, I made to climb down the rock. Harry was there and offered a hand to help me down.

"I got a better Idea," Rudy said. He formed a cradle with his muscled arms and had Harry do the same. "Jump like Cassie did. We'll catch you," Rudy said.

"Noway," I said sure that he was joking.

"Put the camera down, relax and dive," Rudy said with a casual 'come on' gesture.

"You serious," I said. He gave me the wave again. I reluctantly lowered the camera by its strap onto the rock. I stood and ruddy and Harry looked a loooong way down. I rubbed the sudden sweat from my hands onto the hips of my jeans. Side by side, with their arms held out, the two Hawaiian men looked up at me expectantly.

No way, I decided ... and then I heard the voice of my ex best friend Betty, chucking like a chicken. "I am so fucking lolo," I said as I bend my knees and leaped off the rock in the direction of the men. I screamed realizing too late that I had made the most stupid decision in my life. Then I was in the arms of the men, face down, safe, unhurt, heart racing. Harry had me up high, one arm at my shoulders, the other across my tiny breasts. Rudy held my lower half , at the waist and hips. The feel the guys' strong arms around me felt spectacular.

"Flip her!" Rudy said.

I screamed again as they threw me up in the air. I rolled over and landed in just Rudy's arms in a sitting position.

"What are you ding to that girl?" Meka asked walking toward us.

"They were just helping me down from the rock," I said.

"Really, Gwen," Meka said in mock annoyance. "I can never leave you alone with boys."

Rudy lowered me to the sand. Just when my feet touched, he spun me like I was on a dance floor. Much to my credit, I ended in a pose that made me look graceful. Harry smiled as he handed me the camera from off the rock. Meka took charge of photographing the men.

I went to the shadow of the overhang to get a soda, still a little shaken from my leap of faith.

"That was a nice jump," Cassie said, waiting in the shadows for Meka to call her out. "You got some grace too, girly."

"Um, thanks," I said at the unexpected compliment.

"If you want a job as a dancer, I can hook you up with a friend who owns a club in Waikiki?"

"What kind of club?" I asked.

"What other kind of club is there in Waikiki?" Cassie said. "Exotic dancing of course."

"Stripping? Really?"

Cassie nodded, totally serious.

"I think I'll pass," I said politely, positive she was fucking with me.

Meka called for Cassie to join the men near the water's edge.

"Find me at my gym if you change your mind," Cassie said as she walked out into the sun.

I shook my head and could help but admire her cute athletic ass as she walked away.

I joined the group too and watched Meka lined up the men on either side of Cassie. The contrast of blond, pale, lithe Cassie to her dark Hawaiian bookends was striking. For the next half hour, Meka had the trio do classic muscle magazine poses as a group. My favorite pose had Cassie sitting high on one of Harry's shoulders with her arms in a Y over her head, one foot extended resting on one of Rudy's shoulders who stood facing forward with arms crossed.

"I have plenty for the gym lobby," Meka announced a half hour later. "You guys ready for the private stuff?" The trio nodded. "Gwen, can you get the rolled exercise mat and the beige blanket please?"

I ran to the overhang and fished out the items. Cassie helped me spread the light blue six by six mat on the sand where Meka wanted it and then we covered it with the beige blanket. Meka walked over holding a small video camera in one hand and her digital camera in the other. She handed me the digital.

It's got a big memory card, so fire at will." Meka pointed the video camera at Cassie then said, "Lose the bikini top." Cassie did with no hint of hesitation.

I managed to hide my surprise at the unexpected nudity, pointed my camera and took a shot. Even with SPF-45 sun block, Cassie showed hints of tan lines from her bikini top. A faint smattering of freckles peppered her tiny breasts. Her erect nipples were surrounded by nickel size, pale ginger-brown aureoles.

"Auwe," I whispered, this time unable to hide my surprise.

It wasn't Cassie's sudden nudity that astonished me. I was used to working with nude models in art class—and of course there was the whole Li Hong thing. What shocked me was the obvious bulge in Harry Hoopii's loincloth. It was clear that the guy had a full-blown erection! Apparently, I wasn't the only one taken off guard by Cassie's nudity. What's Meka gonna do about that? The hell with Meka's reaction, I thought further—the chick's muscled bound husband is standing just a couple of feet away! Of its own accord, my camera focused on Harry's bulging loincloth.

"Rudy, Harry full front, flank her. Crowd in close," Meka directed from behind her small video camera. Tiny topless Cassie stood between the two dark men. I noted that Rudy was sporting serious wood too. I wasn't sure if that made it better or worst. "The guys look ready for you," Meka said. "drop and remove their loincloths."

My jaw dropped at Meka's lurid direction. Meka looked my way and winked, then went back to filming.

Cassie dropped to her knees on the blanket and tugged at Harry's loincloth. Unable to remove the garment, she focused her attention on Rudy but his proved just as daunting. Her face turned to Meka's camera.

"I can't get these silly things off," Cassie said with true consternation.

"Boys, help her out," Meka advised. The guys unraveled themselves and soon two dark brown erections flanked Cassie's pale face. Meka said, "Alternate taking them in your mouth."

Like a porno diva, Cassie pleasured the pair with gusto using her mouth and hands.

And that's how things went, Meka directed, the three complied, and the whole time, I snapping away with the digital camera. A couple of hours later it was over, Cassie, Rudy and Harry helped haul things out and we parted company at roadside.

On the ride out, I asked, "Why didn't you tell me that you were filming a porno?"

"I like to keep things spontaneous," she said with her eyes on the twisting Pali Highway.

"You do a lot of stuff like that?" I asked curious.

"Not too much," Meka said. After a pause she asked, "Did this offend you? I didn't mean too. I thought you'd kind of enjoy this."

"I did," I said. After a pause I added, "Those guys were fucking hot!"

Meka laughed.

We drove the Pali Highway then across the neck of Maui with the West Maui Mountains to our left and the ten thousand-foot Haleakala Crater to the right. Just under an hour, we pulled into the driveway of a house in Pukalani halfway up the Haleakala Crater.

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I sat on the sofa in the large sun room facing a wall made entirely of glass. Miles below, a symphony of intense color played out as the sun dropped behind the West Maui Mountains. It all screamed for a Wagner sound track ... or Hendrix.

Meka Okuda entered the room and said, "Ho hum. Just another spectacular Maui sunset."

I nodded and continued watching nature's spectacle unfold.

"Really, Gwen. You're like a gawking haole tourist," Meka said with a laugh.

"It's almost like a dream," I said. "People would call me a liar, an exaggerator if I painted what I saw down there. All this color is unnatural."

"I down loaded the movie from the camera to the laptop," Meka said. "You wanna see?"

I got up from the sofa and followed Meka through the large rambling house pass the long stretched out kitchen that divided the living room and sun room. The house belonged to an old school friend of Meka's. The guy was on vacation in Idaho or some state like that.

In the living room, Meka's laptop rested on the koa coffee table. Meka and I dropped onto the comfy plush sofa. As Meka tacked at her laptop, it occurred to me that today was the first time in a while that I had paid attention to the sun rising and setting in the same day.

An image came up on Meka's laptop and I blinked back into the present. Meka and I laughed at the scene of Cassie tugging at the loincloths. Cassie looked out of the laptop screen right at us and said, 'I can't get these silly things off.' She looked honestly dumbfounded.

"I've got to find a way to keep that in," Meka said.

We watched the two beautiful Hawaiian men ravage petite Cassie. But by no means was the little chick a passive player in the film; she gave just as much as she took. A particular scene that I liked was Cassie suspended off the ground by Rudy with Harry supporting her legs and pounding away at her on his knees.

"I think I've done that position with Hawk and Matt," I said absently.

"Too much information," Meka stated.

The view on the laptop screen started from Harry's rear then came around front and focusing on Harry's penis sliding in and out of Cassie. The camera drifted up to Cassie's small pale freckled breasts then up to her face, her eyes were wide-open, mouth slightly agape, taking in short breaths in time with Harry's plunges. Then her eyes opened a bit wider and she blurted out, "Holy Jesus in the valley!" At the same moment Harry pulled out of her, gripped his erection with his right hand and sprayed four quick ropes of semen across her pale stomach. Without direction, Cassie wrenched free of the men and dropped to her hands and knees on the beach blanket now nearly covered with sand.