Poolside Massage Fantasi
I lie face down on the massage table wearing just my g-string bikini. It’s late on a summer afternoon, and I can feel the heat of the day wane as the sun begins its descent towards the horizon.
Huli ʻia koʻu mau pepeiao i nā leo a puni oʻu. Hiki iaʻu ke lohe i ka aniani e ʻā nū ana i nā lau i nā lāʻau ma hope o ka pā, a me ke kani ʻana o ka wai i ke kani ʻana a ʻā ana ma ka ʻaoʻao o ka loko i koʻu ʻaoʻao.
A laila, ʻo ke kaʻi ʻana o kahi pani i hāmama ʻia, ka ʻili ʻana o kahi hū ʻili i ʻō ʻia ʻia, e ukali ʻia e ke kani kani ʻana o nā lima ʻelua e ʻākoakoa ʻia.
I wait in anticipation as the patter of Mika’s bare-feet come to a stop in front of me…