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He was standing near. "Are you going into the pool," he asked. "In a minute," I said. He disrobed and now was in a skin tight suit. "A bronze god," I thought looking at him now and surely he was or could have been that. Indeed. I glanced at his legs, thighs, his hips, chest, arms…the bulge in his suit…I caught my breath again! Then he dived into the pool and swam to the foot of the falls letting waters cleanse him…he swam back to where I was…"The water is so refreshing," he said, reaching his hand to me…"Come on in…its cool and nice." I hesitated and then let him take my hand. He pulled on me gently and I was in the water. My lithe body passing by his…our flesh touching slightly as I dived in. He was right. The water was cool and wonderful. We swam together to the falls and splashed underneath.
Then I swam back to my blanket. He lifted me up. Those strong hands on my waist lifting me easily to where my blanket and lunch were. I climbed up…showing him my bottom again…why was I always displaying myself to him? But that was what was happening…he pushed me slightly until I found my footing and then sat on my blanket. "That was nice," I said. He smiled.
"My name is Carol." "Percy, Percy Kinimaka." "Thank you Percy." And then…since we knew each other now: "Would you like some of my lunch?" "Do you have enough?" he asked…"We’ll find out…come and sit with me," and he did. We must have looked like a study in a still life: white skinned Haole girl/dark skinned bronzed native man. Surely an artist would study us.
There were a few others at the Falls, two children and their family who splashed and played, I brought out the wine and the cheese and bread…just enough for the two of us. The sun was in its descent…early afternoon. Stupid me! I had forgotten to bring a cork screw…how to open the wine without a screw? There was that word in my mind here with a god at the falls…but I was "screwless." I looked at him in dismay. "Give me the bottle," he said and laughed. "I know what to do. Say a prayer and close your eyes," he laughed again. And I did so. A moment later he took my hand and gave me the bottle, now open. "How did you do that?" I exclaimed…"Magic! Don’t you believe in Magic?" I laughed. "But how?…"
"I used my thumb," he said. "That is a very powerful thumb," I remarked and we both laughed and drank from the bottle. Then cheese, bread, our little makeshift sandwich and more drinking from the bottle…the splashing of the water from the falls, the sky in the afternoon beginning to turn pink…I looked around…the children and their families were gone…the two of us were very much alone…I looked at Percy. "This is why I come here at this time. For peace." Peace, I thought, alone with a kind of peace… or if I was a piece…if only there was a book of verse with Old Khayyam…but a loaf of bread, a flask of wine here in the wilderness, with Percy…we shared the bottle…warming me in Paradise. The wine was almost gone.
"Can I tell you Carol?" I looked at Percy. "I often come here but this is enchanting being alone here with you." That word in my head" ‘enchanted’…or ‘enchanting.’ I closed my eyes…truly…enchanting and a song came to me….Then Percy said: "I have a confession," I looked at him questioning, "I come here so often in the afternoon, I have a cache just for an occasion like this." The sky was growing pink. Percy stood and dived in the water. I watched his strong legs and firm buttocks under his suit as he dived into the pool and disappeared under the falls. He was gone now to his ‘cache’ emerging in moments…a bottle of wine lifted above his body, a gorgeous smile, swimming to me and beside me now…using his thumb to open it, pushing the cork inside…"Surprise!" he exclaimed and we were both laughing. I hugged him…"Just for moments like this?" And shared the new bottle. Hugging again.
His body was wet and slick and I rubbed his back…His hands were on mine, smoothing down my spine and I began to tingle. That word: ’enchanted.’ I swallowed from his bottle, mine now empty…I kept him in a hug, his hands massaging my back and down my back.
I heard the words of Oscar Hammerstein II, and the singing of Mary Martin or Mitzi Gaynor…they looked into the eyes of Ezio Pinza or Rossano Brazzi…And it was me Carol at the Sacred Falls looking into the eyes of him, Percy…smiling…Some Enchanted Evening….I will meet a stranger…thrills went down my back…his hands were down my back…my hands rubbing his back and down…"Who can explain it? Who can tell you why?" Those beautiful words of the song…and our hands on each other: who can explain it? Not the words but the feelings, just now, in the wilderness, in Paradise…the sacred falls…his hands on my back…I shouldn’t…I wouldn’t…but I was…I was hot…his terribly hot hands on me…stroking, stroking…I didn’t know what would happen next but they did.
He stood, lifting me…we embraced…"Some enchanting evening" the sky was pink…he removed my top…my breasts pressed against his nakedness…I pulled at his shorts and he peeled them off, he pushed my bottoms down…we were two hot naked lovers, our flesh meeting…he was stiff and hot on me…I reached down…he pulled us into the pool, beneath the waters, our bodies joining and up…kissing now…our tongues…our bodies..he lifted me to the shore and on my blanket. He was at the waters edge. I heard the pounding of the falls and he brought me to him…my legs around his face. I looked down and he smiled. He pulled me closer to his smile, lifting my bottom on to his mouth. The powerful thumb…now gentling me…so "ahhh" gentle on my cunt lips, massaging. I closed my eyes. This enchanted evening.
My body was his…we were wet…I was wet…not from the water and his tongue anointed my wet body…insinuating him into me…I lifted and spasmed to his ablutions and that magical thumb…my hands were on his head…feeling his ears…and the motion of his tongue, bringing me to an edge.
I could feel him coming out of the pool now hovering over my body. He kissed me…both of us kissing…his stiff cock at me, touching me, searching for its home…I reached down to position him…he said "No… let little Percy find you all by himself." Little Percy, indeed…I had felt the ’little" guy! I didn’t want to wait but removed my grip on his huge stiff cock…I felt him searching for my aching body…I was so ready for this…needed this…needed to release.
Then I felt his cock at me…spreading my lips…slowly…he was such a specimen…this beautiful man and ‘little‘ modest, huge, stiff Percy…I lifted for him…meeting him…wanting this…on my enchanted evening with a stranger a beautiful stranger…"Oh!" I didn’t have to wait any longer…he was inside and deep and urgent and again…I lifted again to take all of him into my body, "milk me Man! "Please fuck me deep and take me…" I was gasping now, again and again as he was thrusting and then frantically…pausing, tensing…giving me of himself…then lying on me as I released in orgasm…the falls pounding in my ears as ‘little Percy‘ was pounding my cunt…then quieting me, smoothing me down with gentle kisses. I hugged him tight not wanting him to leave me but feeling him go soft, slipping out and we laid, side by side.
He poured a little wine between my lips, bringing me to life and kissed me…it was so sweet…My Enchanted Evening…when I met a stranger…in Paradise…smoothing my body and a last feel on me where I was still hot…
At home my girlfriend asked: "Have a good time?" I just laughed and said: "You will never know!"
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