High School Reunion: an erotic romance

He didn’t meet you at the airport. You were gone three months and he only sent his driver? The driver handed you a note. It just read, “I have a special place for us to meet this time.”

You thought you knew Kauai pretty well, but after the driver left town and turned down a dirt road, you were lost. He finally stopped the car and walked around to open your door.

There were no buildings–nothing, anywhere. He was dropping you off at the edge of the forest. Seeing you were worried, he said, “It’s okay. He’s here. There’s a note on a tree over there. He just wants you to follow the trails. I’m sure he’ll take good care of you.”

The drivers eyes seemed to glint a little with that last comment. Or was it just your imagination?

As the car left, you headed for the tree the driver had pointed out. There was a light rain, the kind Kuaii is known for, the kind you barely notice. The droplets were so tiny. It was more like a mist.

It wasn’t the weather bothering you. He’d actually had you delivered, well, nowhere. Alone.

As you stepped into the forest, your shoulder brushed an Orchid leaf which bowed gracefully, spilling its cool water down your back. “Damn him,” you muttered to yourself. The rain softened the front of your blouse as you walked––not soaking it, just lightly nourishing it with moisture.

The first note was pinned to a tree right where the driver said it would be. You frowned, this stunt better lead me to him, and when it does, we’re going to have words.

The handwriting was quite impressive for a man. He must have taken special care with each letter.

"I'm so glad you came. Don’t be mad. I know you didn’t like being dropped off in the middle of nowhere. Be patient, you’ll like what you find. Now follow this path until it splits into three, You’ll find another note there. Come, my love. I await you.”

Some sort of bird sang a lonely song in the distance. A small brook was splashing somewhere nearby, but the forest was too thick to see it. The rain stopped and the lush green leaves all around you were steaming from the warm sunshine flooding through the trees.

Though the forest was thick, the path was clear and bathed in light. It was nothing like the forests back in Washington State. Most everything growing around you would be considered house plants back home.

You spotted the next note, tacked to a Breadfruit tree. Before you lay the three paths.

"I can hardly wait," it read. "The birds are so beautiful here, their songs fill the place. It is perfect for us. Take the path to your left. It will be a bit of a walk to the next note, but I promise all this will be worth it."

You smiled. His romantic gestures were winning you over. Somehow the forest seemed more inviting with its steamy leaves, moist ground, sunlight... and there was a man waiting for you. The thought sent a little tingle between your legs.

The note was right; it was a bit of a walk––more than a bit actually. Halfway there a parakeet leapt off a branch above you and flew away. You ducked and screamed a little too, then laughed as you realized the bird was just as startled as you were.

The trail slanted uphill making you inhale deeper as you climbed. You wondered if that wasn’t part of his plan. Perhaps he was watching you as your breasts rose with each deep breath.

Finally, you spotted another note on a large boulder, held there by a small rock.

“You’re here, my love. You’ve arrived. Look up and to your left.”

You turned and realized that just in front of you the trail opened into a broad meadow, bathed in sunlight. You stepped out into the clearing and looked up. There, not more than 50 feet away, was your man standing on a rock shelf. No shirt and cotton pants that hung much lower than they should. A thin wall of water was falling gracefully behind him into a small pool that you guessed was feeding the brook you heard earlier.

Light reflected from the sunlit meadow gave his tanned body a golden hue. He waved and nimbly stepped on three boulders and jumped to ground level. Then slipped on some loose moss and fell on his butt.

You laughed and took his hand to help him up. Well, it was really just a gesture since his muscular body was way too heavy for you to actually be of any help.

“Not exactly the entrance I was planning,” he said laughing. Taking your hand he lead you toward the waterfall. “Come, I want you to see our room.”

“Room?” you said.

He lead you on a small path taking you behind the waterfall. Now you understood. The ‘room’ was a small cave. The pond in front collected the falling water and flowed into a small stream leaving the cave dry and untouched.

“This,” he said proudly, “is our room for the evening.”

In the center of the cave, a bit to the back, he’d made a bed––a thick mattress of leaves covered in soft moss. On top was a foam covering to protect from moistu...