He smiled at her as she approached; they kissed each other’s cheeks and embraced briefly. She whispered, “Thanks for coming.”
His father was at ease and they soon were in the bantering mood that they had only ever enjoyed while in Maui. Shelly drifted around, proud and pleased to see the relaxed relationship between the two of them. But she could not take her eyes off of young Jim, what a beautiful man.
Later at the condo she caught her breath as he emerged from his room in Maui attire, his strong muscular arms and bursting pectorals filling his tee shirt. A tight butt and hard thighs strained the cloth of his shorts. She thought, ‘God, I will have to be careful, my hands ache to touch him.’ But life seemed good.
Jim was pretty much an open book in his talk and expression. He seldom made an attempt to hide his thoughts and could be both frank and abrupt. People either admired his demeanour or were put off by it, assuming that it was arrogance. His father accepted his manner easily but Shelly was uncertain how to react.
He smiled at her often, looked at her tits and ass without any attempt to disguise his admiration, all of which frightened and excited her. Frightened because his looks at her matched her thoughts of him, and excited for the same reasons. It might be difficult for all to remain happy and relaxed for an entire week. She assured herself that she could control matters and that all would be well.
Maui life soon sucks one into it. Do what you want, when you want to and don’t do anything if you can put it off until tomorrow. Jim was always up the earliest, a carryover from his mining life. He loved the early morning here. The breezes were usually quiet until a stirring of palm leaves preceded the sunrise. Doves began to coo and myna birds chattered as they sought crumbs around the lanai. The warmth increased as the breezes died down. It was a paradise to Jim as he puttered away making his own breakfast, a chore that provided enjoyment for him only while being in Maui. He felt at peace.
Shelly would be next up. Jim could hear her moving in the bathroom. She showered first thing and Jim allowed his mind to fill with the thoughts of her naked in the warm water. She would come into the kitchen wrapped in a robe to prepare coffee for Bill, a notorious late sleeper. She would whisper, “Good morning Jim,” with a smile while appearing a little uncomfortable facing a strange man in her kitchen. She carried her husband’s coffee into the bedroom, later returning dressed in shorts and halter-top before preparing a light breakfast to eat on the lanai.
Jim was fully aware of her as she moved around the condo, watching and staring at her unabashedly. Fuck she was beautiful, breasts floating back and forth in the halter-top, bared mid-rift, the hems of her shorts just barely covering her round ass cheeks highlighted by attractive long legs; she provided a beautiful vision to start a day. Jim grinned to himself as he thought back to his early mornings in a mining camp. Every cold dark morning beginning with a grumpy hung over roommate, each of them vying to hit the shower first, followed by a line up of sour miners in the cafeteria and then changing to grubby mining clothes for eight hours of noise and danger. It did enable one to really appreciate some time in Maui.