“Well Marti, sounds as if we’ll be making a day of it, and I’ll try to be as good a guide as you are company.  Somehow I think you and I are kindred spirits, and just had never been in the same spot before.”  He chuckled softly and then continued as his eyes grazed over the lush figure before him with his eyes; he had always had a weakness for real women, not the itsy bitsy types they shoved at the naive dolts that followed fashion magazines, but a woman who had some curves that could be appreciated and nurtured at the right times.<br/><br/>“If you’d rather not go to the beach this morning it is fine, I only thought it would be a bit less crowded and certainly the sun won’t be as strong this early…can’t have you getting sunburned on your first day in Hawaii.  So, if you’re finished with that delicious fruit salad, let me escort you to your room, and I can step in to mine and grab my suit.  Oh, by the way, you may want to go ahead and slip yours on under your skirt and blouse, if I recall the bathhouses at Wiamea aren’t very roomy for changing.”  With that he rose and stepped behind her seat as he picked up the check to pay on the way out.  As she moved he pulled the chair out gently and allowed her to stand, and offered her his arm to ‘escort’ her in the style he would enjoy her getting used to.<br/>