Pam walked along the beach, the tangy salty air caressing her body like an invisible hand. She was quite a way from, the hotel and saw it in the distance, tall and white against the horizon. Her gaze traveled down the graceful curve of the coast, looking along the limitless stretch of golden sand to where it blended into infinity with the blue water of the sea. The sky was cloudless and the breeze was so gentle that the branches of the palms swayed only slightly.
She continued her walk, stopping here and there to pick up an unusual or interesting shell. When she found one she deposited it in the pocket of her beach robe.
Sitting on the soft, white sand she gazed out over the blue water, letting her mind drift awhile.
After awhile, she stood up and continued her search for shells along the shoreline.
She was so engrossed in what she was doing she didn't see the man approaching until she had almost collided with him.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she apologized.
"Don't be sorry," he said, smiling. "I'm not."
She looked closely at him and her breath caught in her throat. It was the dark, handsome man she and Shelly had seen in the hotel bar and later at dinner. He was wearing a pair of walking shorts and a matching shirt.
"I didn't see you coming," Pam said. "I didn't realize I was on a collision course."
"It's quite all right," he said, gazing down into her lovely face. "The pleasure would have been mine, had we collided." His voice was a deep, pleasant baritone and Pam felt goose bumps start on her arms. "You're staying at the Moalakoi, aren't you?" he asked.
"Yes, I am," she replied.
"So am I," he said. "I knew I'd seen you around. I couldn't forget such a beautiful face."
"Thank you," she said, her face coloring slightly.
"I'm Pete Everett," he said, offering his hand.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Pam Thompson," she said, taking his hand and feeling sparks of electricity as she touched him. He's even more handsome up close, she thought to herself. I could really go for him. I wonder where the girl is that was with him the other night?
"Mind if I walk along with you, Pam?" he. asked.
"No, of course not. I was just on my way back to the hotel."
"So am I. I was just out for a stroll. I love it here. One of the most beautiful beaches I've ever seen."
"I think so too," Pam replied.
"This is the kind of place I'd like to settle down in. A real tropical paradise."
"Me, too," Pam offered. "I've only been here a few days but I love it already."
"I've been in the islands before, and I can't get enough of it." He looked at Pam and added, "and I'm sure it has some of the most beautiful scenery."
She looked at him and replied, "I'm sure, too."
"Where are you from, Pam?" he asked.
"I'm from California."
"Not L.A.?"
"No, San Francisco."
"I lived in Frisco, for a while," he replied. "Small world, isn't it? Here we are, thousands of miles from home and we run into each other. Fate, don't you think?"
She gave him a sexy smile and said, "Yes, I'm sure of it."
Pete was a writer and photographer for a magazine. He traveled all over looking for interesting places to photograph and write about. He had just been in Tahiti on assignment, and having some free time, decided to come to the islands. Pam was more interested in his more personal statistics. He was a swinging bachelor, well-educated, and had many hobbies and interests, foremost among them was girls. The girl Pam had seen him with was just one he had met in the hotel and dated that night. She had already left.
As they walked along, their bodies touched and each time Pam felt a thrill of excitement. When she found a shell she wanted he stopped and picked it up for her, and when he handed it to her their hands touched. She liked Pete's hands. They were big and strong with long, thick fingers. He was a man who could take care of himself, she thought, and of her.
They approached the hotel and he asked her if she would have a drink with him. They found a table at the edge of the pool and sat down. The table was sheltered from the sun by a big, colorful umbrella.
"I'm glad to get out of the hot sun for awhile," Pam said.
Pete looked admiringly at her creamy complexion. "Yes, a little longer and you would have been blistered." He looked at his own dark skin and said, "Luckily, I don't have any trouble. I can stay out all day if I like."
The waiter came. Pam ordered a Polynesian Passion. She asked Pete if he had tried one. He told her he hadn't.
"They're delicious," she said. "A specialty of the hotel. They really turn me on."
The waiter smiled and said, "Yes. Very good Tropical fruit and several kinds of spirits."
"Very well, you two have sold me. Bring me a Polynesian Passion," Pete said, laughing.
The waiter left and Pete sat gazing at Pam. She was looking at the flower-filled gardens around the hotel.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" she remarked.
Pete, never taking his eyes off her, replied, "Yes, very beautiful." She turned her head slowly and saw his gaze, knowing he was referring to her. He reached over and gently laid his hand on hers. She felt her heart begin to beat faster. "I'm glad I ran into you on the beach, Pam. Ever since I saw you the other night I've been wanting to meet you. Since we agree that fate intended us to meet, I think she should begin to get better acquainted. Will you have dinner with me tonight?"
She turned her incredibly beautiful blue-green eyes on him and lowered her thick lashes and said, "Yes, Pete, I'd be delighted."
Pete felt his heart race. His balls tingled and his cock moved slightly in his shorts. He was thinking about how much he would like to ball this gorgeous creature.
The waiter brought their drinks and set the tall, frosty glasses in front of them. Pete took a sip.
"You're right, Pam. This is delicious."
She sipped the cool refreshing liquid. "Ummm," she said as the fruit flavor filled her mouth and trickled down her throat. She flicked her tongue out over her luscious red lips, looked across the rim of her glass and smiled seductively at Pete. Then she heard somebody call her name. She looked around and saw Shelly and a man coming around the edge of the pool. The man was somebody she hadn't seen before. They approached and Pam asked them to join her and Pete. They pulled up chairs and sat down. Introductions were made.
When Pam introduced Pete to Shelly, Shelly exclaimed, "Of course, I remember him! The guy we saw in the bar and at dinner the other night. The one you -thought was so handsome, Pam, and you said you could really go for."
"Oh, Shelly," Pam said, coloring. "Be quiet!"
"Let her continue," Pete said, "I'm flattered!"
"I think you're handsome too, Pete," Shelly said, "and I also think Ted is very groovy and handsome." She smiled and put her hand to the cheek of the man with her.
He was Ted Bradley, a good-looking, well built middle-aged man. Shelly had met him the night before and they had taken an instant liking to each other. He came from a wealthy shipping family. He was on the islands on business and, since he met Shelly, he was in no hurry to leave.
Shelly and Ted had a drink with Pam and Pete, and afterward, challenged them to a game of shuffleboard. Shelly and Ted won and then the guys played the girls. Ted and Pete won by a big margin. After the game, Ted had to leave and go to a business meeting. Shelly went up to her room to get ready for a date with him later, and Pete and Pam were left alone again.
They found a couple of lounge chairs and stretched out, enjoying the breeze, watching the sun lower into the blue sea. Pam felt high and relaxed after the drinks she had and sitting so close to Pete made her even higher.
When dusk began to gather, she told Pete she would have to go and get ready if they were going out to dinner. They went into the hotel and boarded a waiting elevator. Pete's room was on the second floor. He squeezed her hand when he left her and told her to meet him in the bar at eight. When he left and the elevator door closed, Pam felt that she could have floated up the rest of the way without the elevator.
She showered and selected one of her favorite dresses to wear to dinner. A pale green outfit, it showed off her blonde and gorgeous curves to good advantage.
At eight she walked into the dimly lit bar. Pete saw her enter and went to meet her. He felt his breathing increase and his legs weakened at the sight of her. This time they passed over Polynesian Passions in favor of a more conventional martini.
They drove into town in the golden twilight and chose a small, uncrowded restaurant on the town's main street. After dinner they danced cheek-to-cheek at a cozy little club that featured a native band.
When they left, it was getting late and Pam felt as though she was walking on air. Pete drove along the coast, and finding a secluded place, parked. The full moon rode high over the ocean, making a silvery path across the rippling water. Pete pulled her close and she put her head on his shoulder.
She could feel the warmth of his body and his breath sighing through his lips. Beneath the fabric of his jacket she could feel his hard, rippling muscles. She didn't want to throw herself at him. She really dug him and she wanted him to be more than just a fast lay like Lou and Jeff. She wanted to cool it with Pete and lot it develop into something more. But she liked him so much she knew she would let him do whatever he wanted to.
He turned and kissed her. His warm breath came into her mouth and his tongue pushed between her lips and met her tongue as they intertwined, feeling and probing. His hand rubbed and caressed her body.
Then, suddenly, the headlights of a car loomed out of the darkness, illuminating their car in a bright circle of light. They sat up and watched while the other car parked nearby and a group of people got out and walked toward the surf.
"Damn!" Pete said. "I didn't think we'd be disturbed here."
Pam looked at him, his face clear in the moonlight. "I'm sorry, Pete." Looking about them at the beautiful night, she said, "Let's walk down to the water's edge." She needed to cool off.
They walked across the sandy beach and kicked off their shoes and waded in the cool, refreshing surf. The group of people were nearby, laughing and talking, shining lights into the wet sand to see what the sea had washed up.
Pete and Pam walked for awhile, holding hands, stopping every once and a while to kiss. When they returned to the car, the group of people were still close by. Pete suggested they drive further down the beach to another secluded spot. Pam looked at her watch and remarked at how late it was. She told him they'd better return to the hotel.
They drove back to the Moalakoi and Pete escorted her to her door. He kissed her warmly and promised to call her the first thing the following morning.
She went inside and undressed and crawled into the big bed. Immediately her hands stole down to her sticky crotch and she inserted a finger into the hot flesh, and masturbated. She thought about Pete until she came, her cream running all over her thighs and onto the clean white sheets.