One final day in the Aloha State brings this vacationer to the golden-drenched heights of ecstasy with the hottest lifeguard she’s ever seen.

“You’re sure you don’t want to go shopping with us?” Laurie asked, glancing at me in the rearview mirror.

“I’m sure,” I said.

In the passenger seat, Alexis turned and regarded me with a good-natured smile. “You won’t get another chance,” she said.

My two friends and I had journeyed all the way to Hawaii, and the only thing they wanted to do was shop. I, on the other hand, was eager to hit the beach, especially since today was our last full day in the Aloha State. Consulting the guidebook on my lap, I said, “Turn left at the end of the road. The beach should be right there.”

Laurie brought the rental car to a stop beside several other parked vehicles. “Call us when you’ve had enough sun, and we’ll come get you,” she said.

“Thanks. See you later.” I gathered my beach bag and towel, got out of the car, and bid my friends good-bye.

It was a beautiful day, even by Hawaiian standards. The sun shone brightly in a pale blue sky dotted with clouds. The sparkling ocean sported whitecaps in the strong breeze. Only a few swimmers were braving the turbulent surf, but the golden arc of the beach itself was dotted liberally with sunbathers. I found a spot to spread out my towel.

To my right, a lifeguard shack reflected the beach scene in its windows. Down at the water’s edge, an attractive couple tossed a Frisbee back and forth. The girl turned, and I saw that her bikini was of the thong variety. She wasn’t alone; I could see four or five other women in thongs from where I was sitting. That bolstered my confidence, as I was wearing one myself. The wind whipped my blonde hair about as I pulled off my t-shirt and shorts and began applying suntan lotion all over my body.

As I turned onto my stomach, my gaze fell on the lifeguard shack. A young man in green-and-white swim trunks was leaning against the balcony railing, looking in my direction. Barefoot and bare-chested, he had a deep Maui tan and a lean, sexy body. I couldn’t keep a coy grin from spreading across my face. After a moment he grinned, too, just enough to let me know we’d made a connection. Seconds passed; neither of us looked away. My heart skipped a beat and I inhaled sharply, for it hit me then — with utter certainty — that he and I would fuck before the day was through.

The lifeguard’s gaze moved on to survey the rest of the beach before he disappeared inside the shack. I tried to relax, but I kept imagining him watching me, staring at my almost naked body under the blazing sun. Maybe, in the privacy of his shack, he was stroking himself as he looked at me through the windows. The thought made me wet; I had to fight the urge to slip my hand inside my swimsuit bottom and touch myself. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I stood and headed for the water to cool off.

The waves seemed unusually powerful, so I proceeded slowly. I hadn’t gone far when a youthful but authoritative voice from behind me said, “Uh, miss? You shouldn’t go in just now.”

I turned, and there was my lifeguard. He was about my age, maybe twenty-five. I wanted to run my hands over his smooth, brown chest.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, when I found my voice.

“High surf,” he replied. “Possible riptides. Dangerous.”

“Oh.” I looked around, saw that no one else was in the water, and felt foolish.

“Just wait a little while,” he said, sounding less official now. “I know this beach. It’ll be okay later.” His eyes, dark brown with flecks of gold, dropped to where my white bikini top was doing such a poor job of covering my breasts. My nipples hardened under his gaze. Something else was hardening, too, judging by the shape and size of the bulge in his swim trunks.

“Where are you from?” he asked.

“California,” I replied. “My name’s Jasmine.”

“I’m Carter.” He brushed a lock of unruly hair off his forehead. We gazed at each other in silence for a moment, letting the sparks fly.

“I’ll let you know when it’s safe,” he said at last.

“Thank you.” Then I remembered the Hawaiian word. “Mahalo.”

He smiled and turned to go, but then hesitated. “I could show you an awesome place for swimming. A protected cove, just around the coastline from here.” He nodded toward the far end of the beach. “It’s hard to get to, without that.” He stuck a thumb over his shoulder, and I saw a little dune buggy parked beside the shack.

“Sounds fantastic.”

“I’m off at five,” Carter said. “I can take you then, if you want.”

“I’d love to. That’s sweet of you.” I gave him my sexiest smile, and he actually blushed.

“Cool. See you later.” He trotted back to his lifeguard shack and I stretched out on my towel, feeling all tingly inside.

I called Laurie and Alexis and explained the situation. At five, I gathered my things and went up the steps of the lifeguard shack. The door was open and Carter was inside, setting out food from a takeout bag on a small card table. He eyed my swimsuit again, with obvious appreciation. When he managed to tear his gaze away, he indicated the food. “Fish tacos,” he said. “The place across the street makes the best ones on the island. You hungry?”

“Sure.” I was hungry, all right, in more ways than one.

The tacos were delicious, but even better was the chance to get to know Carter. He had a sexual magnetism that switched my libido into overdrive. As we finished eating, I had only one desire — to jump him and make my earlier premonition come true.

The sun, much lower in the sky now, sent slanting rays of light through the windows at the front of the shack, suffusing the room with a golden glow. I walked over to a poster of a surfer on the wall and looked at the photo without really seeing it. Carter came up behind me. When I whirled around and jumped into his arms, he was ready. I threw my legs around him and kissed him hard on the mouth. There was a low table, strewn with papers, beneath the poster; Carter sat me down on it and our tongues continued their tango. I heard the rustle of his swimsuit as it fell to his ankles. At the same time, I felt his hard cock nudge the inside of my thigh. I reached for the hip tie of my bikini bottom, undid the knot with frantic fingers, and flung the thong away.

Carter’s hands went immediately to my bare hips, and he caressed me with undisguised hunger. He slid his hands up my body until he reached my breasts. We were still necking with wild passion as he shoved the triangles of fabric aside, releasing my ample boobs to his touch. I reached for his cock and curled my fingers around the thick, throbbing circumference. Carter got the message and turned his attention to getting his prick into me. He pulled me to the edge of the table, and I felt the bulbous knob of his penis rub against my vulva. I used my legs to pull him toward me, and he slid right inside. I was so wet down there that by his third thrust, he was plunging in to the hilt.

I reached for his cock and curled my fingers around the thick, throbbing circumference.

“Oh!” I gasped, momentarily overtaken by his girth. “That’s so good, don’t stop!”

I bucked against him, scooting my ass forward and back to meet his thrusts. The mess of papers under me seemed to catch Carter’s attention. With a sweep of his hand, he sent everything he could reach fluttering to the floor. I giggled and lifted myself up a little so he could finish the job. Amazingly, his cock never left the warm confines of my pussy.

“Lay back now,” Carter said, his voice thick with lust.

I reclined flat on the table with my legs open and my knees up. Carter moved with me, bending low over me while fucking me harder. The root of his dick tweaked my clit with every thrust and threatened to send me to the moon. He squeezed my breasts and closed his lips over my nipples, sucking them in turn until they were both as stiff as his cock. I ran my hands across his back and squeezed his pumping buttocks as a tide of intense pleasure swept over me.

“Oh, God — that’s it, that’s it!” I cried, squeezing my companion between my knees. I felt my pussy gushing as I climaxed, swamping Carter’s cock with sex juice. He was fucking me so strenuously that the table skidded a few inches across the floor.

As my orgasm ebbed, Carter stepped back, saying, “I’ve got to taste you.” He promptly lowered his face to my sex, and I felt his lips press against my shaved labia. A moment later, his tongue delved into my syrupy wetness. “Mmm,” he said, around a mouthful of pussy. “I could eat you forever.” His tongue twirled deliciously inside me for a while longer as he brought me dangerously close to another orgasm. The guy was amazing.

“Let me see your ass,” he demanded. “That cute, bare ass you showed off all day on the beach. You were driving me crazy!”

I laughed, rolled onto my stomach, and lifted my hips off the table. Carter ran his hands all over the contours of my butt. He squeezed and petted me back there for a minute, really enjoying himself. Then he bent and licked me some more, his tongue trailing back and forth between my puffy cunt lips and the smaller hole between my asscheeks. It all felt incredibly good, and I squirmed with mounting pleasure.

Carter straightened up finally and replanted his spike in the groove of my pussy. He hooked his hands around my hips and leaned into me, driving his rod in deep. I moaned and lifted my backside higher to meet him.

“That’s right, baby,” I said as he grunted in time with his thrusts. “Do me — I love being fucked from behind, especially with a cock as big as yours.” I meant it, too — every word. Carter responded with a quicker, harder pounding, filling my cunt with lightning-fast jabs of his prick. He moved his hands to my shoulders, then to my hair, then down to my flanks again, as we rutted against each other, lost in animalistic passion. I felt his body tighten; he cried out and his attack took on a frenzied pace. I had a fleeting image of the table legs buckling and the two of us being dumped to the floor, but thankfully, that didn’t happen.

“Jesus, I’m gonna come,” exclaimed Carter. He reared up behind me, slammed against my backside one last time, and blasted his load of cream deep into my cunt. The explosion from his cock was so substantial and so thrilling that I climaxed at once. For nearly a full minute, Carter and I bucked against one another until the convulsions of ecstasy dissipated.

The sun had slipped below the sea, but the sky and the beach were by no means dark yet. Carter was a perfect gentleman and offered to drive me to my hotel.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” I protested. “You haven’t shown me your special swimming spot yet.”

“You’re right.” He looked thoughtful. “It’s beautiful at sunrise.”

That’s when I noticed a narrow doorway in the corner of the shack, and through it, a cot made up with blankets. “You have a bed in here?” I asked Carter, with mock indignation. “And we did it on the table?”

He spread his hands sheepishly. “I didn’t think of it.”

“You were pretty distracted,” I said, assuring him it was okay. “Could we stay here tonight? Then you can show me the cove when the sun rises.”

Carter brightened. “Okay, cool!”

I called Laurie and explained that I’d be spending the night with my new friend. She shrieked and demanded all the details. “Tomorrow,” I told her with a chuckle. “I’ll call you tomorrow morning.”

Carter and I bathed in the sea, which had calmed down considerably since that afternoon. Then we lay down on Carter’s cot, which was large enough for the two of us as long as we snuggled together.

He woke me — with coffee and doughnuts — before daybreak, not only to beat the sunrise, but also to give us time to get out before the next lifeguard showed up. After eating, we climbed onto the dune buggy, and in ten minutes we arrived at Carter’s secret swimming spot. He parked the buggy near the edge of a small bluff, and we looked down at the horseshoe-shaped cove. Heavy jungle growth crowded in from three sides.

“I come out here pretty often to watch the sunrise,” Carter remarked. “I’ve never seen another soul.”

“If that’s the case,” I said, stripping off the t-shirt and shorts I’d only put on ten minutes before, “you won’t mind getting naked with me for a skinny-dip.”

Carter grinned broadly and pulled off his swim trunks.

We weren’t cold at all, as the air was balmy despite the early hour. Carter took me by the hand and led me down the gentle slope into the water. Swimming in that idyllic place was lovely, and we took our time to enjoy it. Still, we had more carnal pursuits on our minds. As the first rays of the sun peeked through the jungle foliage, turning everything golden, Carter caught me in his arms and we kissed passionately. My breasts squashed against his chest; I felt the length of his hard-on against my thigh. My sex turned molten with anticipation. I wrapped my legs around Carter’s waist, just as I had the afternoon before, but this time the sea supported my weight. Carter slipped his cock into me, and I sighed with pleasure. For a little while we held on to each other and gently rocked our hips together, making our own gentle waves. I hadn’t had a chance to suck his cock yet, though, and I really wanted to. In fact, I hadn’t even gotten a good look at it. Soon, my need would not be denied. Eyeing the four-wheeler we’d left parked on the sandy bluff, I slipped out of Carter’s arms and said, “Come on, follow me.”

We swam ashore, and I led him back to the buggy. “Sit down,” I directed. He sat sideways in the seat, exactly as I wanted him to, with his manhood standing out stiffly in the tropical air. It was a fine prick, nicely veined and thick with a meaty, helmet-shaped head. I grabbed hold of it and lowered my mouth over the top. Carter moaned happily and worked his fingers through my hair. As my lips slid farther down his taut penis, my tongue enjoyed the journey, too, mapping every detail of that remarkable shaft. I could feel it pulsing from root to tip, and every throb made me more excited. I palmed Carter’s balls with my free hand, enjoying their heft. His breath was coming faster now, and his fingers coiled more stridently in my hair as he held me to his cock. I loved his urgency, his unabashed moans of passion, his surrender to the primal beast within. A cry of glee, muffled by his pole, escaped my lips as I continued to suck him. Up and down I bobbed, more wildly with each passing second, until Carter gave up his load at last. The force of his ejaculation caught me a little by surprise, and one blast of semen shot into the air like a geyser. I swallowed up the rest, mewling like a kitten all the while.

His breath was coming faster now, and his fingers coiled more stridently in my hair as he held me to his cock.

When Carter’s fat cock started to soften, I kept my hand on him, and he responded to my massaging touch. In the space of three minutes or so he was as hard as a rock again. He reached for me. The smile I gave him in return must have been extremely wanton, because Carter’s eyebrows went up and his prick gave a sudden, potent throb.

Laughing a little, I climbed into his lap and rubbed my vulva against his rod. “You ready to fuck me?” I asked, my voice breathless with lust. “You going to fuck me, Mr. Lifeguard?”

Carter palmed my breasts and worked my nipples into stiff, pebbly peaks. Then he pressed his face to each of my tits and sucked with newfound hunger. His cock was hot and harder than granite when I finally pushed it into my pussy.

“Yeah, baby,” Carter said softly as I bottomed out on him. “Ride me, ride me hard.” His voice trailed off as I began to undulate against him. He stroked my flanks and reached around to palm the globes of my ass. I rode his pole a little faster, bouncing in his lap smartly enough to make the buggy’s shocks squeak. Soon I was arching my back and tossing my hair around with uncontrollable passion. Carter’s hands roamed all over me, caressing my super-heated skin. My clit bounced against the base of his joint time and time again, ultimately giving rise to a string of mini-orgasms that snuck up on me. My shout of astonished delight rent the morning air.

I wasn’t sated, though — far from it! Quickly, I lifted off Carter, stepped onto the ground and turned so I was facing away from him. I bent at the knees and looked back at him. As he regarded my dripping cunt from behind, I could tell by the look on his face that his desire was stronger than ever.

“ Put it back in me,” I demanded, but he hardly needed the encouragement. Hooking his hands around my hips, he pulled me against him and slotted his prick between my pussy lips. He was still sitting in the low-slung seat of the four-wheeler, while I stood with my hands on my knees and rocked back at him. We were fucking nice and hard in no time. I was the one in charge, pushing backward again and again on his thick cock. However, Carter wasn’t completely passive; his hands on my hips pulled me sharply against his thighs for every thrust. It didn’t take long for the sound of his breathing to quicken and another climax to build within him. I, too, didn’t expect to last much longer; the little sparks of pleasure emanating from my aroused clit were growing more intense by the second.

Eventually, I felt too weak in the knees to continue our current position, so I dropped to the ground on all fours. Carter came with me and knelt behind my haunches to fuck me doggy-style. With a grunt on his part and a gasp on mine, he thrust inside me. I gazed out at the sea and the brightening sky, my mouth open in an “O” of pure bliss, as Carter pounded away at my cunt. His hands slapped my ass a few times, and I felt a little jolt of pleasure with every resounding smack. He was getting pretty frantic, no doubt sensing the cream rising in his balls, when I had one last idea.

“Remember yesterday,” I said breathlessly, “the way you talked about my ass? Then you drove me crazy with your tongue on my little hole.”

“You have a very sweet ass.” His words were punctuated with moans of lust.

“I’d love it if you would finish in there now.” He slowed his attack, as if to be sure he heard me correctly. “That’s right,” I went on,“ I want to feel you squirt your load in my ass.”

He withdrew from my pussy at once, pressed the dripping head of his cock to my backdoor, and pushed in. I was so ready and eager for it, and he was so wet with my natural juices, that there was no initial discomfort — just an intense pleasure that grew more expansive as he inched deeper into my butt. ”Jesus, that’s tight,” Carter said softly. He was careful as he filled me up, easing forward slowly. It wasn’t long, though, before I was acclimated back there. When he was all the way in, he let me take over, and I quickened our pace. Soon, I was pitching back at him, driving his rod between my asscheeks to the hilt. A dozen or so thrusts into my bottom were all it took to send me over the edge. The tidal wave of bliss that crashed over me was the biggest I’d experienced yet. The orgasmic clenching of my asshole sent Carter to his own nirvana in short order. He let loose a brief, monumental shout and jacked his body against my rear end. The sensation of his cock erupting deep inside my back channel was immediate and powerful. We surged against one another and finally collapsed together onto the ground, where we lay for a long while, catching our breath.

Later, Laurie and Alexis picked me up at the lifeguard station. The look on their faces was priceless, even before I introduced them to Carter. There was no longer any question as to who had made the better choice for our last day in Hawaii.