Akua ka "ao Hawai "i

Date: 01.02.2010

Keywords: Akua, Hawai, "ao, ka, "i,

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*( Hawaiian Ghost Story )*

I was following my wife Pia up the side of the mountain.

We weren't exactly walking up, and not really climbing; we grabbed our share of roots and rocks to help the ascent, and I would have hated to fall, but so far so good. We had decided to forego any gear besides gloves and good climbing shoes. No problem, at this point.

Unless you count Pia being in front of me.

I didn't, though. Usually. I had long since put that particular demon of pride to bed. I'm 6'2, a former Marine and in decent shape, good enough to go climbing the semi-sheer walls of Ioa Valley on Maui. My headband was damp with perspiration from the effort of moving my 190lbs up and up, and there was a dark wet patch down the center of my broad back as we navigated the roots and rocks up the side of the valley.

But it was a good kind of exertion; I was sweating and really feeling it in my muscles. I was always up for challenging myself, physically.

Pia's physical condition was something else entirely. Where I might be "fit", close to the shape I was when I was in the military some fifteen years ago, Pia was fitter than most Recon Marines I'd known. She worked her body the way some evangelists work a sermon. Running, biking, swimming and climbing, she did it all well. She was a head shorter than I was and five years older, but she had much less body fat and way more skill, and she was a joy to watch as she ascended the "trail" we were following. Her lithe, taut body almost floated up along the footholds as I admired the perfection from behind. She wore loose shorts of a thin nylon weave, a baggy T top, and a bandanna to hold her hair.

We'd been in this valley before, once when I was showing her different sites, other times just hiking or climbing. She'd lived on Maui as well, longer than me in fact, so she knew some of the local history and legends. But I was studying for my doctorate in Sociology at UH, and part of my work involved becoming familiar with local historical sites. So now and again I would mention a little factoid.

One such tidbit: the valley we were in had been very important when Maui was under attack from the great leader Kamehameha ( Ka-meha-meha ), in his effort to unite all of the Hawaiian islands back about 200 years ago. The people here on Maui did not care to be united with the other islands, and fought determinedly against Kamehameha.

I wasn't thinking about this now, though. I was focusing, putting one foot and hand in front of the other, ascending. Unlike Pia, I was not exactly floating, after a few hours of effort. Also, I was continually distracted by Pia's amazing rear end as she moved up the valley wall.

Comforting, caressing her behind with my gaze while I nursed quiet cries of bent pride. The breeze felt good, and the combo of the view and the cool wind made the climb exhilarating.

Pia stopped suddenly as my thoughts were getting fairly involved about what I might do with her derrière. I moved up to her, molding my body against hers from behind, against the side of the mountain. "Mmmmmmmm," I said into her ear, enjoying the contact.

"Shhhhhhh," she said, looking out over her shoulder past me at the surf far below. "Do you hear that?"

"The waves? Kinda far to hear, eh?"

"No," she said, tentatively, scanning around as if trying to pinpoint something. "Deeper than that… maybe something more… "

"More?"

"…Desperate."

"Desperate?" I said, not following.

"Yea…" still a serious look on her face. "Like… wheezing… long, labored breathing…" With this she flashed an amazing smile, and with a girlish laugh was gone like a shot. Her red hair almost hitting me in the face as it whipped out from under the bandanna, as she spun around and scampered up out of my reach, giggling.

Wheezing, indeed.

I followed after her, trying not to breathe quite so loudly. I slipped into the mode where I push myself, my body becoming more of a mechanical device than the flesh and blood where I spend time. She was flitting up the side of the mountain apparently without effort, but I was pushing myself and gaining on her. After maybe ten minutes of this cat and mouse, we came to a bit of a clearing with a spectacular view. The large ledge had some brush and trees, and there was volcanic sand under our shoes.'grabbed her with my heavy, rubbery arms and pinned her against one of these trees as she laughed.

"Problem?" She laughed with a smile, accepting my control of her and rubbing back against me. The thin nylon of our shorts made the contact delicious. My hands firmly on her upper arms, I pushed her against the tree, answering her hip's movements with my own.

"No problem at all, Miss," I breathed. "I just have something I'd like to discuss with you…"

"Oh? What's that?" She asked in a casual voice, her hips now moving in soft circles against me as I started to swell in my shorts. I adjusted, and put the growing length of myself between the cheeks of her ass.

This felt delicious, her tightness rubbing up against me.

"It's something that's just recently popped up," I breathed into her ear. "And it's very important we attend to it."

She laughed at the corny line, but her body was definitely reacting. Pia was amazingly sexual, though she kept this under wraps around others for the most part. She had a high-visibility job and needed to maintain a very careful air about herself most of the time.

But here on the side of the Ioa valley, that wasn't the case. She had a definite wild side, and it was coming out.

My hands moved around her front and found her swollen nipples, poking urgently through the thin, stretchy fabric top. She was braless today, and I had easy access to her. My fingers tweaked and circled and tugged those firm points, bringing out moans as our hips worked together, and soon she was breathing as heavily as I had been.

Good, I thought. There was a method to my madness, certainly.

I knew I would have little chance of rest if Pia and I played around up here. Like everything else physical, Pia threw her heart and soul into lovemaking and it was always delicious, though rarely a restful and relaxing experience. But snogging was a different kind of exertion, and I'd welcome a break from the other more boring kind.

As my hands and hips continued to work, I nuzzled her neck, kissing and running my tongue along her there. It was rare that Pia would become submissive, but when her body was tended to just right, played like a fine instrument, she gave up the control she was so used to having, surrendering in one of the few ways she knew how.

It was always exquisite to behold, and now was no exception. Her head bent forward just a little, as she accepted my control of her.

I breathed in deeply from behind, my hips moving more urgently now. I inhaled that scent she has, her compelling mix of pheromones and sweat and magic she gives off when she exerts herself. It was intoxicating and irresistible. I lapped it up, literally, as I became more imploring with my hands and hips, drawing moans now along with the heavy breaths and sighs from her.

The next part of subduing my lovely wife was to shock her. In a flash I raised my arms up, lifting up her top and bringing it over her head, exposing her chest, nipples and back to the air, tossing the top aside as she squealed. In the same fluid motion I pulled her shorts down, grabbing the panties as well. In seconds, I'd stripped her down to her climbing shoes and gloves as she leaned against the tree, panting, her fingers stretching out for purchase.

The view now was delicious. Her soft red hair was spilling from under the bandanna, cascading between her shoulders and down her toned back. The definition of her muscles, flowing like a beautiful river down to her lower back, her amazingly taut rear and legs all made a definite impression on me. As I knelt after pulling her shorts down, I could see the whisper of her feminine folds, thickened and swelling now, and clearly covered with her dew.

The scent here was just as powerful, if not more so. I was on my knees; the sand on this ledge was soft underneath me. My hands went to her hips, taking her almost reverently, gently yet firmly, as I brought my face to her.

I ran my tongue over her delicate folds from behind, and her moans made my own arousal swell and flex in my shorts. Fully up now, I was pulsing; very soon I'd need a wet and warm place to fit it. But for the moment, I kept oraling Pia.

Up and down, around in slow circles, I couldn't reach her clit from the position I was in, and that probably made the tease of the feeling much more intense. I knew it had to be throbbing by now, aching for some relief. She was –so- wet. I lapped it up eagerly, tasting the juices there, almost drinking from her. Her tender, warm cleft yielded under my tongue as I probed and thrust it up inside of her.

Distantly, I could feel the breeze on the side of the valley. I could feel the sun on us, and hear the surf in the extreme distance.

I grew bolder with my tongue. Knowing more than a few of her body's secrets, I began to speak the particularly delicious language she enjoyed from behind. I let my tongue roam freely around her tight little hole, back there.

In response, Pia shuddered and moaned even louder, a hissed "Yesssssssss" escaping from her pursed lips as I did this. She planted her feet wide apart, giving me still more access to her.

Pia loved attention back there, and I began to worship that part of her body… with my tongue, and with the occasional stroke from my fingertip. Slowly teasing her and making her ache and tingle as I knew how. As the shuddering increased and her wetness began to run down her inner thighs, I knew it was time to take her.

With her tang still on my lips, I stood behind her. One hand moved up and took a fistful of her hair, entwining my fingers in it, communicating in a primal way that she was mine, totally.

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Keywords: Akua, Hawai, "ao, ka, "i,


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