Madge rattled off some instructions of where we were going, but there was no way to follow them. I decided to just follow her the best I could. Hopefully she would not forget I was behind her. We pulled out of the lot, Madge in her dark green sedan and me following in my white chariot—a dick magnet, not a chick magnet, I hoped. We joined the “obscene” traffic, which really wasn’t bad. Chicago rush hour was ten times worse. Madge would have been doomed.
Three turns and we were on Interstate H1 cruising through Honolulu. It looked like any other big city to me from this point of view, although every once in a while I caught glimpses of the blue ocean to my right. There were lush, green mountains to my left towering over the buildings and other developments. Madge suddenly switched lanes and I heard honking behind me as I tried to follow her.
We were now on HI-61, also called the Pali Highway, a four-lane road which started to climb up into the mountains. Everything was so green and beautiful, with palm trees lining the road on either side, along with many varieties of tropical plants providing the majority of landscaping for the homes we passed. Traffic was moderately heavy, and the speed limit was posted at 45 MPH so we were not moving too fast, which was fine by me, as I could see more of the scenery. I swear I could smell the most heavenly scent in the air.
As we climbed higher, the air temp dropped a bit, but it was still pleasant in the convertible. So different from Chicago. We went through two tunnels near what I guess was the top of the mountain and then started a slow descent on the other side. I could see the ocean again in front of us, with a good-sized town spreading from the water up into the mountainside.
An ambulance passed us, lights flashing and sirens wailing, and I saw it turn into a hospital complex up on our left. At the same intersection, we turned right onto Kalanianaole Highway. So far I think I could remember how to get back to the airport. I do have a good sense of direction, even when I’m in a new place.
About a half mile up the road, Madge signaled we were turning right, and we branched off onto Old Kalanianaole Road. We were climbing up again, the road running along to the top of a ridgeline against the mountain side. There were gates across the driveways of the houses on my left, each one looking more and more expensive, the landscaping getting more impressive the further we went. I could no longer see the ocean beyond the trees.
Finally, Madge slowed down, and we turned left onto a single-lane road marked “Private – Owners Only”. I followed her about five hundred feet to a beautiful wrought iron gate blocking further passage. I recognized the gate from the Internet pictures. Madge stepped out of her car and motioned for me to join her by the gate. She showed me the keypad and gave me the code. We got back in our cars, this time with me in the lead. I entered the code at the gate and it swung open, allowing us passage.
We followed a driveway lined with palm trees and dense, tropical foliage which provided a natural fence-like barrier along the car path. It felt private and luxurious, like a hidden resort. No more than fifty yards in, the driveway ended in a large, open parking area. To the left was the main house, a single story dwelling with a box-like modern architecture. To the right was a matching four car garage with beautiful wooden garage doors done in a carriage house design. Impressive.
I slid out of my car and looked back at the main house. Behind a deep and long covered porch stood two magnificent wooden doors with ornate black wrought iron handles and knockers. There were floor to ceiling windows everywhere, whole walls made out of glass. If not for the boxy design, I would have thought fishbowl for sure.
While unusual, for me anyway, the house was somehow inviting. Even though I was standing in the driveway, it felt homey. And peaceful. I could hear birds chirping many different songs. The landscaping was breathtaking. There were hibiscus bushes everywhere, with flowers of different shapes, sizes, and colors. Smaller palm trees stood as sentries up closer to the corners of the house, surrounded by shorter trees and shrubs, many blooming with vibrant colors. The plantings were dense and varied, and there was an amazing scent in the air, almost like gardenias. My grandmother had always worn a gardenia perfume. I never liked it on her. She was not a sweet woman, so it never seemed to fit on her. But here, the aroma was perfect.
Madge was trying to balance her purse, keys, and a big box she had pulled from her trunk. I walked over and took the box from her, and she motioned for me to come inside, so I followed. She showed me how to access the front door. There was a panel with metal buttons which you pushed in the right order to unlock it. We entered and I stood there, taking it all in.
It was all much larger on the inside than it appeared from the driveway. We were standing in the middle of a huge rectangular room. Above us, exposed in the vaulted ceiling, were thick teak wood beams. Rich bamboo wood covered the floors throughout. Here and there the owners had placed expensive oriental rugs arranged under various furniture groupings. The pieces were mostly leather and there were tables and assorted other objects which worked together to divide the large room into sensible zones. I could see it working really well for a large gathering. Too much for just me.
I followed Madge across this main room and into an open hallway which ran the length of the house to the left and right, essentially bisecting the front and back of the house into two equal halves. I could see the ends of the hallway on each side turned a corner and headed further back. I assumed the bedrooms were back there somewhere.
The back half of the house was even more impressive. Again, it was one large open space, divided by function. The entire back wall of the house was all glass, separated every sixteen feet or so with a slim teak wood vertical support beam. The living space continued outside the glass walls onto the covered lanai. There was a large pool just beyond the lanai, flanked on either side by covered walkways fronting other “boxes” of living space, the two wings of the main dwelling.
To my right was a large, square dining table with seating for sixteen. The color of the wood matched the color of the floor. It sat on yet another gorgeous rug. An elaborate wooden chandelier hung above it.
To my left was an open kitchen fronted by a long, granite-covered island with six stools placed up against it. From where I was standing, it was obviously a gourmet style set-up, with a huge, six-burner high-end stove, three wall ovens, and other stainless steel appliances I did not recognize. The far wall held three large doors covering refrigerators and freezers.
“Set the box down on the island there, Jack.” I complied. “So. What do you think of the place? Is this what you were looking for?” She asked, clearly proud of the space.
“And then some, Madge. It’s breathtaking.”
“Yeah, this is our best property. We are fortunate to be the exclusive representative for the family who owns it. They rarely rent it out anymore. The couple has retired here. Took them twenty years to get everything just the way they wanted it. Now they intend to enjoy it as much as they can. Their granddaughter is getting married back in California, so you’re the lucky one to rent it for the next three weeks. Come on, I’ll show you how everything works.”
For the next thirty minutes Madge taught me all about the house. She showed me how to work the lights and the temperature settings. There were three different heating and cooling systems, so it took me a minute to get it straight. The house was wired throughout with a sophisticated speaker system, so I could select a radio station or even play music from my iPad and I could hear it anywhere in the house, even outside.
The kitchen had more gadgets and appliances than I could ever use. I just wanted to know where the refrigerator and freezer were, and how to work the microwave. They were easy enough. I don’t think I would need two dishwashers, ever.
The house was shaped overall like a giant “U”, with the main part of the house as the base and the two side wings containing mostly bedrooms. Madge lead me down each of these side wings so I could get the full picture.
On one side, there was a lounging area with a flat screen TV on the wall and some large comfortable furniture. Further along the wing were three bedrooms, each with a full bathroom en-suite. The bedroom wing on the other side of the house also had three bedrooms, including a much larger master. The hallway over there also branched over to the garage. There was a large mudroom and laundry room between the garage and the main house.
The most amazing thing about the house was the entire back wall of glass opened up to the covered lanai. The glass wall sections folded in together and moved on tracks in the floor and ceiling, like an accordion, then slid to the far sides of the house, out of the way. It was all mechanized and with a touch of a button, the walls magically disappeared. There were hidden air vents in the ceiling that shot out a continuous volume of air to discourage insects from flying into the house.
With the walls opened, the kitchen appeared to extend out onto the lanai. There was an outdoor cooking station, complete with two sinks, another dishwasher, two mini fridges and a mini freezer, all hidden in cabinets underneath a matching granite countertop. In addition, there was a gas cooktop and a propane powered stainless steel grill with six burners. It was huge!
Scattered across the lanai were two groupings of outdoor rattan furniture, sitting on solid color rugs made of some magic fibers which must have stood up well to the elements. It all looked brand new. There was a large table with a glass top and ten matching chairs. Everything you could ever want for an outdoor feast had been thought of. Above it all, in the high covered ceiling of the lanai, spun three large ceiling fans with blades shaped like palm branches.
Beyond the covered lanai was a large, sunken hot tub big enough for a dozen people. With the air jets turned on, the water from the jacuzzi overflowed like a short waterfall into the swimming pool three feet below.
The rectangular pool and hot tub were surrounded by a rich, dark teak deck. Together the pool and deck essentially filled the space between the sides of the U-shaped house. There were wooden lounge chairs with cushions done in various shades of reds and oranges and yellows. Planters with beautiful arrangements of tropical and native plants were placed around the chairs. At the far end of the pool, there was an infinity edge backed by a short wall of tropical plants and two smaller palm trees. It looked like the pool ran off into the foliage.
And beyond the pool, far down the mountain side and across the town below, was the magnificent Pacific Ocean, of which I now had an unobstructed view. There was a well-manicured lawn beyond the pool which sloped down the hillside and ended in a hibiscus hedge of yellow flowers. Behind the hedge the landscape had been allowed to grow natural and wild.
Madge showed me how to run the hot tub, how to set the temperature, and how to select the colors for the pool lights.
“Well, Jack. I think that’s everything. You have our numbers, so if you run into any issues, just call. The book Claire gave you has directions for how to get into town and where to find things.
“Oh, I almost forgot. The pool maintenance guy comes Mondays and Thursdays, generally around three, but he can be late sometimes. If you have any trouble with the hot tub or pool, he’s the guy to ask. The number is in the book. Now you don’t have to worry about being here or not. He has the gate code and can get around to the yard and pool behind the garage. He doesn’t need to come into the house. Any questions?”
“Nope, I think I have it all for now, Madge. Thank you for your help,” I replied. I walked her to the front porch and she shook my hand weakly. She drove off immediately and I finally had the chance to look things over without her distracting chatter.
My stomach grumbled as I stared at the pool, contemplating jumping in first thing. It had been a long time since I ate on the plane, and I was hungry. I checked the fridge and pantry – no joy. There was no food. Apparently the family who owned the place cleared out entirely when they rented it out. Kind of odd, but then again, I wouldn’t want to be eating other people’s food.
I saw the box on the island Madge had me bring in. She had completely forgotten it. Inside were four rolls of toilet paper, three rolls of paper towels, some dishwasher detergent, and two water bottles. Nothing to eat in there.
I used one of the nine bathrooms in the place and then opened up the “book.” I found the directions for getting into Kailua, as well as how to find a grocery store and department store. Good enough. So I grabbed my car keys and headed out to find sustenance.
I backtracked to Highway 61, which was now called Kailua Road. I passed Windward Boats on my right, crossing a small stream and entering the main part of town. Following Kailua Road around, I found a place to park and decided to get something to eat before I did any real grocery shopping. Walking two blocks had me standing in front of a California Pizza Kitchen. Not exactly local cuisine, but I liked pizza and I was hungry, so I went in and ordered a chipotle chicken pizza and a Diet Coke. My waitress was a beautiful Hawaiian girl, with long flowing black hair and a slightly exotic island look about her. I’m sure she looked better in a bikini than in the black pants and yellow t-shirt she had on now. I’m gay and even I knew as much. She brought my food quickly, made sure I had everything I needed, and left me in peace to replenish my energy.
After dinner, I walked over to Whole Foods. I never shopped there back in Chicago—way too expensive—but I was curious. Mary Ricketts had said she would sometimes get prepared foods there whenever she was having the girls over for a game night and she didn’t have time to cook anything. Well, I was on vacation, and while I had all the time in the world, I had no cooking skills to speak of, so unless I wanted to drive down the mountain every time I was hungry, I needed options.
Okay, so I went a little nuts. They had everything, and it all looked incredibly delicious. I selected a fresh fruit platter, a chicken wings platter with various sauces, a small cheese platter, and something called a crisps and toasts platter to go with it. I had no intention of cleaning and preparing food. I could nibble on it whenever the urge struck. Someone was sampling chocolate-covered strawberries, and of course they were fabulous, so I grabbed a dozen of those as well.
At their prepared foods bar, I grabbed some Peruvian-style roasted chicken with sweet onions, two servings of cajun beef skillet, a whole rotisserie chicken, six grass-fed ground beef patties, and some assorted salads and other side dishes. I picked a few things I was unsure of, like quinoa pilaf and berry goat cheese salad, but they looked good. I figured I could get the grill going and cook the hamburgers at least. The rest I would nuke as needed.
I found the cereal aisle and grabbed a couple of boxes of organic whole grain raisin bran and granola. I finished up with bread, hamburger buns, catsup, mustard, a couple bags of chips, some milk, and two cases of bottled water.
I paid, tried not to choke on my organic chewing gum, and asked how I could get all of it to my car. They had curbside loading for no fee. Who knew? I ran to get the car, and a cute twenty-something guy with deep dimples helped me load it all in the trunk. I tipped him five bucks which seemed acceptable. He smiled and winked at me and then headed back inside. Hmmm. I might have to run out of something tomorrow and need to come back. But I couldn’t buy another trunk load of groceries just to flirt with a guy, could I?
Back at the house, I put everything away. It was time to finally relax and unwind. The pool looked so inviting. I found the controller for the hot tub, turned it on, and set the temperature. Then I went to put on my swim suit.
My bags were still in the car, so I went out the front door, retrieved them, and picked the first bedroom on the lounge side of the house. I figured it was nearest the TV and the kitchen, so it made sense to me. I started to unpack my clothes and put my toiletries in the bathroom.
Crap! I had no swim suit. I hadn’t had time to get a new one in Chicago—it wasn’t exactly swimming season in April. Now what do I do? I thought about just going in in my underwear. They were black so they wouldn’t show a lot, even if they got wet. But the water was chlorinated, and I wasn’t sure what it would do to the color. Make them grey? Same reason I didn’t want to use either of my two pairs of gym shorts. Chlorine was a killer on clothes.
Then my lightning fast mind realized how silly I was being. I was the only one there. Nobody was around to see anything but me. And the house and pool were totally private. The nearest neighbor was half a mile away I think. I certainly didn’t see any other houses close by when I was out on the lanai earlier.
I grabbed a towel and made my way back to the kitchen in my underwear. I tucked a water bottle from the fridge under my arm and pressed the buttons on the control pad to open the lanai walls. It was so cool to watch them disappear like magic. I put the water bottle down with my towel and looked around, double checking to make sure I was alone and could not be seen. I shucked off my boxer briefs and stepped naked into the hot tub.
Instant erection! Not surprising, with the movement of the water from the jets massaging every inch of my body. I was relaxed and full-on horny in two minutes flat. I settled back into the built-in seat and laid my head back on the padded neck rest, my thoughts drifting to nothing in particular.
The way I was sitting positioned my cock directly in the flow of one of the jets. It felt like magic fingers were massaging my dick ever so gently. Soon I was remembering Bobby Meyers and his beautiful body and his incredible confidence, and my left hand joined the water jets working my dick. Then Andy, the clerk at Abercrombie and Fitch, joined the show in my brain. He was sitting in the hot tub next to me and I imagined it was his hand which was working with mine to get me off. The steam rising from the water around my head was like his hot breath on my neck, as he teased me with soft caresses of his lips. I felt us both pick up the pace and my orgasm arrived without warning. I was suddenly bucking in the water and gasping for air, riding the short-lived wave of ecstasy as my cum mixed into the swirling waters.
Five minutes later and I was in danger of falling asleep and drowning. I was exhausted. I dragged myself up out of the water and dried off. I didn’t put my underwear back on—what would be the point? The pool would have to wait until tomorrow. I turned off the hot tub; the pool lights were on a timer, I think. They were glowing with a light blue color, now that the sun had gone down.
The clock on the microwave said it was almost seven. No wonder I was tired. It was midnight for me. Jet lag was tough. I skipped my normal bedtime prep and collapsed on the bed, still naked. I was in the same place the next morning.