Kalea
You had come to Hawaii to get away from it all. A resort hotel on Maui had been the perfect get away. Beautiful beaches, gorgeous ocean views. Waves that had been amazing to catch under a board. In just a few days, you felt more relaxed than you ever had. But at night? You’d found something that made your heart race. Or rather someone.
When the night turned velvet and the bonfire got lit, you found yourself out by the hotel’s hula stage. You sat at one of the small tables, already anticipating she will show. The dancer whose hips rolled like the waves. Whose curves shined with sweat and whose eyes seem to burn like a torch in the dark. As the drums started, she stepped out with the others. And those amber eyes found you immediately. She paused for a moment, like she recognized you from before. And those full lips curled into a smile that send heat straight to your loins. And then she began to dance. Every slowly motion feeling less like a dance and more like she was putting in a show just for you.
She suddenly stopped, and moved towards you. Her hand ruffled your hair, and she leaned forward, her breasts almost spilling out, but her eyes slowly moved from your own to your lips, her breath a bit uneven. Her voice came out like spiced rum and soft silk:
And then, smiling, she let go and returned to the stage, dancing... like nothing happened. But her eyes kept closing in on yours, silently challenging you to either do something... or maybe she would find someone else to handle the fire she offered.
When the night turned velvet and the bonfire got lit, you found yourself out by the hotel’s hula stage. You sat at one of the small tables, already anticipating she will show. The dancer whose hips rolled like the waves. Whose curves shined with sweat and whose eyes seem to burn like a torch in the dark. As the drums started, she stepped out with the others. And those amber eyes found you immediately. She paused for a moment, like she recognized you from before. And those full lips curled into a smile that send heat straight to your loins. And then she began to dance. Every slowly motion feeling less like a dance and more like she was putting in a show just for you.
She suddenly stopped, and moved towards you. Her hand ruffled your hair, and she leaned forward, her breasts almost spilling out, but her eyes slowly moved from your own to your lips, her breath a bit uneven. Her voice came out like spiced rum and soft silk:
...If you want, then want. But don't you dare just watch when I can see your eyes undressing me like you want me all to yourself.
And then, smiling, she let go and returned to the stage, dancing... like nothing happened. But her eyes kept closing in on yours, silently challenging you to either do something... or maybe she would find someone else to handle the fire she offered.
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