Her words when she awoke were heavenly and he couldn’t help but smile, a seemingly impossible expression to loose since he had met Marti.  He knew that his dreams too had been of them, together, and so long as they shared what the fates had given them they would both be happy.  He didn’t speak, but got up from the bed and padded towards the bathroom, but she beat him to it and seated herself to go pee.  He chuckled at the irony that already they were so comfortable with each other that such a thing that would embarrass most folk meant nothing bur a sharing of life and all it entailed.  When she arose, he quickly sat and finished his own need…again…the strain of an ever engorged phallus took its toll in more ways than one.  He watched as her butt disappeared through the connecting door and as he finished his deed he stood and gazed into the mirror at the happiest man on earth; old but happy….at last.<br/><br/>Her voice called out to him and he went to her room, one much the same as his own, and equally as nice.  She seemed to want his opinion as to which of the displayed dresses she held up before her, he quickly opted for the blushed peach colored one with the flowing skirt, and as he gestured that to be his choice he thought deviously…’maybe the breeze will allow me to see those legs even out on the lanai deck’ and chuckled to himself.<br/><br/>They went back to his room and he retrieved a pair of khaki colored Dockers and a polo shirt that contrasted them nicely and tossed them to the chair beside the table.  He then dug in his suitcase and got out a pair of loafers and some socks and to his dread a pair of briefs, for it would not be proper for all to see his manhood when he watched her this evening, and he knew he would not be able to avoid looking or even feel the erection as it grew while he did so.  Soon she was dressed and in doing her makeup, and he delighted that she didn’t apply much, for natural is much better to his eye.  Her hair was seemingly easy, as she tamed the after fucking look quickly from her curly blond locks.  With each step they seemed to drift together for a touch or kiss, he was so enthralled with Marti that he could not stand by and not touch her somehow or another.  And then she was done as well, grabbed her bag and they walked arm in arm to the door and on to the publics eye, a couple to be taken note of for sure.<br/><br/>As they got to the lobby he escorted her to the lanai where the hotel’s luau was held.  Not quite the local festivity of old, but for tourists it was grandly done with music, and drinks either with or without alcohol all topped with tiny umbrellas.  The Tahitian dancers gyrated to the tempo of the music as they sat and watched with childlike glee.  Everything was new and exciting to him, and he thought her as well.  Soon two young women in sarongs brought forth the platters of roasted pork, seafood, fresh fruits and vegetables for the group they had been seated with.  Though he paid little attention to the others there were ten others at the low table surrounded with thick matted pillows to sit on in a manner he called ‘Indian fashion’.  He looked over at Marti constantly to be sure she was enjoying herself; though conversation was limited with the loudness of the lively music brought forth for the diners pleasures.<br/><br/>Before long hula dancers began and a lower key and beat of the flutes began as stories of old were told with the signed motions of the dancer’s hands, arms and bodies.  A commentator with a definite local accent, which was probably a ruse, told the highlights of the romantic interlude of two Hawaiian lovers that had met, lived and then died in each other’s arms centuries before. He looked at Marti and nodded as he said the story was one they would recall in the years to come, when each had grown old and grey, and he vowed to himself that they too would perish together some distant time in the future.  The main course was completed and all of the folks at the table were ready to watch as the last of the talented show’s troop performed the typical local flavors of music with a ukulele as the background instrument.<br/><br/>He looked around to see if his wishes would be fulfilled as he saw one of the lovely young girls bringing out a cake with a single candle, lit and ready, to deliver it to them.  She came up between the two and set down the cake and first gave Marti a smile and hug as she told her that a special man in her life had ordered it for her, and then turned to him and with an equal smile and hug gave him a peck on the cheek as if to say ‘now that is romantic for sure’.  His eyes were fixed on Marti as she sat and looked at him and then the cake, and back again.  The girl returned with plates and a knife as she knelt between them and cut each a slice of the carrot cake, but did not remove them, instead turned to Marti and said  “Sista’…you  and yo  maaaan must blow out de candle and make de wish first”.<br/><br/>His smile spoke silently of his wish, but he felt as if hers would be the same…a life with each other filled with the love they had found and the joys they shared in both body and spirit.  He made his wish and puckered as he lowered his face nearer the flame….<br/>