Naked Portraits Pt. 10

Noah, Debra and the Japanese couple piled into a six-seat golf cart; Debra sat up front with Noah, the Japanese couple sat behind them. Debra cracked a small smile when she caught Noah stealing glances at her legs.

Debra played a mean game of tennis and found that some of that translated into driving a golf ball. With a few tips from Noah, she got the hang of a good drive.

As Noah gave tips to the Japanese guy, the Japanese woman said to Debra in heavily accented English, "Good looking boy this Mr. Noah."

Debra nodded in agreement.

"You good looking too. Very tall for Asian girl," she said. "Nice hair too."

Debra shrugged and smiled at the unexpected compliment.

"My husband look too much I think," she added.

Debra cringed but had to agree that the woman's husband had roaming eyes, but she kept quiet about it. Nothing good would come from that conversation she was sure.

"Fishing for Mr. Noah?" the woman asked with a little smile.

Mildly shocked by this woman's brazen question, and totally embarrassed that her intent seemed so obvious to a stranger, Debra blushed and dropped her eyes.

"I get you private lesson," the woman said then barked something in Japanese that got her husband's attention. Then the woman said to Noah, "My husband and I have to meet with our group for dinner. We go and you give nice girl lesson." The couple bowed to Noah then to Debra. The woman gave Debra a wink as they departed.

"Practice putts?" Noah asked giving Debra a dazzling white smile.

"You the pro," she said returning the smile.

They made their first physical contact on the practice putting green as Noah stood behind her and gently adjusted her shoulders, arms and hands. She liked his touch and got a pleasant sampling of his aftershave.

Debra's driving was better then her putting, but she improved with each attempt. Pitching from the practice sand trap was even more fun. She liked the feel of the sand wedge in her hands; the dramatic explosion of sand, and she especially loved that the ball went generally were she wanted it to go. With joy and satisfaction, Debra watched a ball she had just pitched from the sand fall within five feet of the hole.

"This is more fun then mini golf," she said with a big grin. She handed the sand wedge to Noah, "Here you do it."

He took the club and dropped a ball in front of him. Debra playful stepped on it sinking it a few inches deep in the sand.

"Hey, no make!" he said with a mock frown that made her giggle. He positioned himself and took his swing. Sand exploded out, the ball arched high, bounced on the green and then rolled to within inches of the cup, then miraculously, it dropped in with a distinctive patter.

"You are the golf pro," she said impressed.

He tipped his cap at the compliment.

Their physical contact became more frequent as the lesson went on. The sun started to set and Debra wondered how long a lesson was supposed to last. Not that she was complaining. There was no mistaking Noah's attraction to her, but he seemed too polite to make an overt move, or more likely, hotel policy frowned on him hitting on guests.

Debra decided to take matters into her own hands. "Would you like to take me to dinner?"

He smiled. "Yes I would," he said, "but not hea' at the hotel, no look good if I did."

"You pick the place," Debra said.

"You like Mexican?"

"Love Mexican."

Noah gave her instructions on were to meet him and then dropped her off at the resort. On the way up to her room Debra saw the Japanese couple from the golf lesson in the lobby amongst a gaggle of other guests. Debra caught the eye of the woman and from across the lobby gave her what she hoped was a respectful and thankful bow. The woman gave an elfish grin and bowed back.

Debra showered and then dressed for a casual evening in jeans, a pale blue cotton shirt and put on makeup and perfume. She went down stairs and followed the path to the ocean. Noah was waiting for her on a bench looking out to sea, bathed in soft orange light from rows of tiki torches nearby.

"Hey," She called out. Noah stood to greet her. He wore loose fitting white cotton pants, a dark blue aloha shirt and sandals. His longish brown hair fluttered in the light ocean breeze. Behind him, stars speckled the moonless night sky meeting the sea and an island in the distance. Aly's heart skipped at the breath-taking scenery... and her handsome Hawaiian date.

"What island is that?" she asked just to make conversation.

"Kahoolawe. No body live dea'. Not enough rain."

Noah gave a small bow and they followed the concrete beach path for a quarter mile to a nearby resort that housed the Mexican restaurant.

At an outside table, they shared a single platter of chicken enchiladas smothered in a white gooey cheese, topped with chopped green onions, surrounded by black re-fried beans and Spanish rice.

After a fork full of the rice she said, "This is the best rice ever."

"Gandule rice, Portuguese style," Noah said proud that I was pleased with his choice of restaurant. "I get some Potagee in me, I tell you, this is good." He leaned forward and added in a conspirator's whisper, "Better then my mother."

Debra laughed as Noah scanned the eating area to make sure his mother was nowhere in sight. Apparently, Portuguese mothers were on par with the CIA here in Hawaii. After the meal, they drank Dos Equis and talked. Debra enjoyed the sexy rhythmic pattern of Noah's deep voice and found the local pidgin intriguing ... and very sexy.

Noah insisted on paying for dinner. She suspected that she made loads more money than him, but she kept silent not wanting to hurt his feelings. They abandoned the paved path and chose to follow the beach back to the resort. The sound of the gentle pounding surf, the soft rustling of palm trees in the breeze, the stars overhead, the smell of the sea and Noah's cologne, put Debra in the mood for a kiss. Fortunately for her, Noah was of the same mind. They turned to face each other and carried out the sweet deed. The kiss was mellow, their bodies at a polite distance hardly touching.

As the kiss gained traction, the sound of the ocean seem to intensify. With each passing second, their bodies crept closer and politeness and restraint ebbed away. Audaciously, Debra felt between the man's legs to gauge his size, her unscientific estimation of the stony erection she encountered was eight, plus or minus. Emboldened as well, Noah's hands slid down her back to her ass.

Their mouths parted and he said, "You one tall girl, you part Japanese? Chinese?"

"Korean-German," she said.

"Would you like to go to your room?" he asked pointblank.

"No, I wanna make love to you right her under the stars," Debra said then moved in for another kiss.

When the kiss broke, Noah said, "This beach too public." But that didn't stop him from working the buttons of her shirt. Noise from down the beach made him stop. A boisterous group of people came marched down the beach at them from the direction of the resort. Debra laughed as Noah sighed and politely re-buttoning the couple of buttons he had manage to undo. Bristling with sexual anticipation, Debra and Noah walked hand in hand back to the resort. She had to admit she was disappointed. The Idea of making love with the stars gleaming overhead would have been epic!

"Come," he said with a tug at her arm. He steered them to a path that went around the resort lobby. She figured he was looking for a less direct rout to her room. Oddly, he led her in the direction of the golf course entrance and then straight to the golf pro shop.

Noah unlocked the door to the golf shop with a set of keys and they slipped into the darkened space. A buzzing sound greeted them. Noah punched a code on a keypad near the door and the buzzing stopped. He stepped around to the front counter. In the dim light, Debra looked at the neat rows golf clubs lining the walls and racks of clothing down the center. Noah was at her side again with a rolled up foam rug and a large flashlight. He then led Debra's to a door behind the counter marked staff only. The door opened onto a utility hallway brightly lit by florescent lights. They followed the hallway for several yards to a large garage like space. Along two walls were dozens of electric golf carts plugged into wall sockets for overnight charging. Noah put the rolled mat and flashlight into the back of one of the carts and unplugged the cart from the wall. They boarded the cart and Noah drove them through a tunnel that exited into the warm Maui night.

"Were are we going?" Aly asked enjoying the mystery.

"The seventh hole, par five with a long dogleg, no one around," he said as he maneuvered the cart onto a small asphalt road. The path lights were few and far between. If the cart had headlights they weren't on as Noah drove in the dark at a good clip in total confidence.

"You bring dates here a lot?" Debra asked.

"No. You first one."

She believe him and smiled at the boyish excitement in his voice. The high whining electric drone of the cart's motor was the only sound she could hear. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness around her and with the lights of the resort further away, the Milky Way was impressive overhead. The cart stopped at what Debra assumed was the seventh hole. With the cart motor off, the quiet was nearly total. Debra walked to the center of the green where she could just make out the flag. A shaft of light cut into the darkness from the flashlight in Noah's hand, effectively spoiling her night vision. She watched Noah spread the foam mat on the sculpted grass. Then a delicious idea struck her.

Noah clicked off the flashlight, put it on the ground near the mat and then walked toward where Debra stood waiting. As soon as he was close enough to touch, she pulled him in for a kiss and he instantly discovered she was absolutely naked. Automatically, his hands slid down her smooth back to her equally smooth naked ass.

After the kiss he said, "Wait, no go way," and he dashed off in the direction of the mat he had placed on the green.

Debra laughed and said, "Hurry up or I might just wander off."

Seconds later, a flashlight beam cut through the darkness and illuminated her upper torso. "Iz okay? I gotta see this," he said.

She laughed, "Iz okay," she returned in her best imitation of his local pidgin.

The beam of light slipped up and down her body lingering in strategic areas, namely her breasts, pubic area and of course her ass as he walked around her. Illogically, Debra could almost feel the light flow over her naked skin. Maybe this proves that light does have mass, she thought amused and excited. The science mined part of her argued that more testing was required before she could come to that conclusion, but she told that part of her brain to shut the fuck up ... and it did for even the science geek in her wanted desperately to make love to this beautiful Hawaiian man.

"Give it to me," Debra said reaching for the light, but he backed away unwilling to give it up.

"Not done lookin'," he said. Debra laughed and stood still to allow him to have his optical orbs worth. "You one beautiful lady Ms. Debra," he said with undisguised lust.

"I'll kiss you if you give me the light," she said. The beam lingered at her breasts highlighting her pink aureoles and nipples, they almost seem to glow with their own inner light.

"One kiss not enough, I like two," he said stepping toward her with the light still focused on her breasts.

When he got close enough, she took the flashlight from him and then allowed him to collected his kisses. The feel of his hands on her naked skin was hot and thrilling. At the end of the kiss she pushed him away.

"Hey! I get one mo' kiss!"

"Hang on, I wanna see skin too," she said as she fumbled with the flashlight. "Like I'm gonna deny you more kisses," she added with a laugh as she stepped back. "Give me the full Monty."

Debra focused the light on his face. With a sweet boyish grin, he removed his aloha shirt. She centered the light on his muscled, hairless chest then slid down lower as he dropped his pants revealing a pair of dark briefs with red trim. With no hesitation, he slipped his briefs down his legs spring his erection free. She focused the light on his stiff organ.

To date, all of Debra's lovers had been Caucasian, and because of her height, most were basketball players. She liked that Noah was shorter than her, liked that his skin was dark, his features wonderfully Polynesian, and she especially liked that his penis was slightly darker then the rest of him. She walked up to him, clicked the flashlight off and dropped it onto the manicured surface of the seventh green. The sudden darkness was absolute and she groped for him and bent her head down to allow for the kiss she sensed coming, their height difference no longer an issue. His hands explored her breasts and she returned the favor and stroked his length.

As Noah's tongue danced in the her mouth, an urgent thought filled Debra's head halting the kiss. "Did you bring a condom?" she asked in a worried breathy voice feeling stupid for not bringing one herself. Her contraception was back at the hotel room where she thought this would logically play out.

"In my pants pocket," he said breathing hard too.

"My hero," she said and meant it. Teasingly she added, "You were that sure that you were getting some tonight, huh?" She pulled him close liking the feel of his erection nestled between them.

"No, but you wuz, I just the lucky guy that you picked," he said.

His astute remark prompted her to ask a rude question. "How old are you?"

He laughed and said, "Forty three last week."

"No!" Debra said genuinely surprised, she had him at twenty-nine tops. They kissed again with hips gently grinding, both feeling the need to get microns closer. After the kiss she asked, "What's your youthful secret?"

"Gresian Formula," he said with an easy laugh. "If you look down below you can see the gray."

Debra broke the embrace, fumbled around and found the flashlight. She dropped to her knees on the grass in front of him and clicked it on to study his pubic hair.

"Hey, you no have to look so hard?" he objected.

"Hold the light," she said as she handed it to him. She gently plucked at his pubic hair to examine the occasional strands of white. She gripped his stiff penis in one hand and cradled his balls with the other. Noah focused the light on her busy hands. In the yellow white glow, she smiled up at him then took him into her mouth. Excitement rippled through her. This was a first for her at giving a guy head in such a public place ... or fucking outside under the stars. She made a low moaning sound in the back of her throat; the only other sound was the flapping of the seventh green's flag in the light breeze.

She let him slip from her mouth, stood up and said, "Go get that condom."

There was another frantic search for the flashlight. Debra walked over to the padded rug and lay on her side. After a comical, frantic hunt for his slacks, Noah was on his knees at her side. He handed her the flashlight and she lit the interesting little task of him slipping the condom onto his eager erection. He took the light from her hands, clicked it off plunging them into darkness once more. She felt the tip of his erection touch the outer edges of her opening. Then slowly he slipped into her.

Demonstrating super human restraint, they kissed slowly and deeply, barely moving. The kiss ended and they abandoned restraint as Noah started to move his hips. Although they were strangers, it didn't take them long to find a mutual delicious rhythm. A soft gasp escaped her with each of his pleasant plunges. Her night vision had returned and she looked up into the Milky Way as her pleasure built. She found the constellation of Orion just as her orgasm exploded. Orion and his belt of stars blurred losing focus and she called out, "Noah!" digging her fingers into his muscled back. "Don't stop," she demanded.

He didn't and her second orgasm swept in shockingly quick and she added more marks to his back. Her energy and need seemed boundless and in a smooth rolling move, without him slipping out of her, they switched positions. Debra wasted no time getting them up to speed.

She looked down into his face lit only by starlight just as orgasm number three hit her like a crashing wave. Noah followed seconds later. He arched under her easily lifting her like she were riding an ocean wave, all the splendid muscles of his body rippling and vibrating. His body relaxed; his flood of sexual excitement subsided and he fell on his back beside her.

On the seventh green, at a Wailea resort, on the island of Maui, in the middle pf the Pacific Ocean, on the planet earth, in a small suburb of the Milky Way Galaxy, Debra was one with the universe.

**********

"That was hot," Meka said.

"And totally biblical," Hawk added.

Aly gave a nervous laugh. "If they found out in my department that I'm an amateur erotic writer I'd never live it down."

"Could you lose your job?" I asked.

"You kidding?" Aly said. "That place would collapse under its own weight without me. I could play volleyball naked at Ala Moana park and they'd still keep me." Aly laughed and then asked, Hawk, "You caught up to some local girls in your chases other then Gwen?"

There was Betty, I thought and hoped to God he wasn't going to talk about her.

"Only Gwen, no others are worth mentioning," Hawk said.

I smiled at his diplomatic lie.

"Nobody? Really?" Meka asked teasingly.

"Scout's honor," Hawk said.

"I doubt you were ever a boy scout," Aly scoffed.

"So Meka," Aly said, "What's your disreputable tale with local guys?"

"Which one do I pick? Meka said with a small laugh and sat back in her lounge chair to sip some Merlot. "Normally, I don't talk about my photo shoots with clients but stills and parts of a film I worked on with a couple has been appearing on the web. It's safe to say all bets are off. Meka took another sip of wine cleared her throat and said, "I filmed a private porno for Cassie and Rudy Kahakaloha."

"Rudy Kahakaloha? The football star and owner of the Waikiki Sunset Gym?" Hawk asked intrigued and surprised.

"I know who you're talking about!" Aly said with excitement. "I see his ads on the TV all the time."

"That's the one," Meka said. "Gwen was there. She helped."

"Oh really?" Hawk asked with arched eyebrows.

Matt looked at me slacked jawed.

"I wasn't in it you lolos I just helped with the filming," I said quickly.

"Sorry, didn't mean to out you," Meka said, "Gwen was a fine assistant too. May I use the laptop? It would be easier to show than tell."

After a few clacks of the keys from Meka, we all took turns looking at still photos of petite and pale Cassie Kahakaloha making love to her two Hawaiian hunks.

It occurred to me that most of the stills were taken by me and they were very good. My favorite was of Cassie doing the cowgirl with Rudy, her eyes closed and focused, her right hand gripping Harry's erection held close to her face. The contrast of Cassie's pale face to the dark plumb-brown cock in her hand was striking. I noticed that in all the shots Harry's face never showed. I assumed that it was intentional.

"That Rudy guy is stunning," Aly said.

"Let me bring up the movie clip," Meka said. It was the clip of Rudy on his knees holding his wife up as Harry, also on his knees, fucked her. Harry's face was digitally blurred in all the shots. Surprisingly, the shot of me near the end was left in.

"I thought you were going to cut that out?" I asked Meka. I wasn't mad at her, just surprised.

"I was," Meka said, "but Cassie wanted to keep it in. Probably should have told you but I didn't expect this to go viral. Sorry."