My Hawaiian Vacation – Part One
By Leslie McCormick
A female bodybuilder finds adventure in Hawaii


It’d been a terrible year, full of one mishap after another.  My professional and 
personal life was a shambles.  By June of this year, I was ready for a much-needed 
vacation.  Fortunately, I’d come into some money as a result of an investment made 
during the later part of last year.  On impulse, I decided to take a month off, and visit 
Hawaii.  I’d always heard that the fiftieth state was paradise on earth, and decided to see 
if the rumors were true.
	I contacted a travel agent, and had him make all the arrangements.  It was more 
expensive than I’d anticipated, but I didn’t let that stop me.  My mental health was 
hanging in the balance.  It was either get away, or lose my mind.
	As a personal trainer, it was easy enough to free up my schedule.  I have a 
reciprocal arrangement with another trainer, and she was glad to accommodate my 
clients.  With that out of the way, I took off for Hawaii.
	Most people visit Oahu.  But that wasn’t for me.  I wanted to get away from the 
typical tourist venues, and explore a different side of the islands, so I chose to spend my 
time on the big island, Hawaii.
	It was a long flight from Boston.  By the time I arrived at the hotel in Hawaii, I 
was physically exhausted.  The bellhop took my bags up to my room, and after chasing 
him out, I stripped off my clothes, took a shower, and fell into bed where I slept for six 
hours.
	When I awoke, it was dinnertime, and I was ravenous.  Usually, I keep to a strict 
diet.  I refused to eat the airline food.  I packed provisions to bring along with me, but I’d 
underestimated the flight’s duration, and didn’t have enough for the trip.  As a result, I 
hadn’t eaten for more than twelve hours.
	I washed up, put on some plain cotton underwear, threw on a simple shift and a 
pair of low-heeled shoes, and went down to the hotel’s dining room.  The maitre ’d gave 
me a single table overlooking the lanai.  I ordered a bottle of wine, and settled back to 
enjoy my meal.  I could already begin to feel my tensions melt away.
	There was a cocktail party taking place on the lanai, and it was crowded with 
well-dressed people.  It looked like an office event, designed to celebrate someone’s 
retirement.  There was a banner strung between the mosquito lanterns that read, “Good 
Luck, Lelani.”  I searched the crowd, trying to guess which one them was the honoree.  It 
didn’t take me long to single her out.
	She stood in the middle of a circle of women.  She had short dark hair that was 
cut in a careless, though attractive way.  Her dress was a backless bright blue linen 
number, with a plunging neckline that showed an amazing amount of cleavage.  She wore 
black sling-back shoes with a three-inch heel.  She was pretty, and would have drawn 
attention under any circumstances, but what drew my notice was her magnificently 
sculpted physique.
	It was obvious she was a dedicated bodybuilder who’d been in training for a 
number of years.  Her shoulders, arms and legs were massive, and when she moved, the 
muscles flexed with sinuous grace beneath her dark, silky-looking skin.  I wondered if 
she competed, or if she trained for her own personal benefit.  She looked powerful and 
confident, and full of poise.  At one point, she looked up, and saw me staring at her.  Our 
eyes met, and in that instant, there was a click of recognition.  We were complementary 
souls.  I decided I had to meet her.
I asked the waiter for some paper, and scribbled a brief note.  I went down to the 
lanai, and edged my way through the circle of women.  They cut sidelong glances at me, 
but I didn’t care.  I was focused only on Lelani.  When I came up to her, I simply handed 
her the note, and then turned around, and went back to the dining room.  I had an excited, 
fluttering feeling in my stomach, and my heart was pounding in my chest.  I wondered if 
she would respond to my note.  When I’d come up to her, she’d looked at me so 
intensely, it was as though she was looking into my heart.
	Dinner was excellent.  I finished the whole bottle of wine that I ordered, and had 
an after-dinner drink, so by the time I left the table, I was pleasantly high.  I strolled 
through the hotel, looking in the windows of the shops on the mezzanine level.
	The lounge was located on the lower level of the hotel, a place of leather chairs 
and dark wood.  Candles burned in hurricane lamps on the tables.  The sliding glass doors 
at the far end were opened to the cool night air.  There were only a few couples in the 
lounge, so I selected a table near the glass doors, and ordered a whiskey and water.  I 
didn’t usually drink this much, but it was the first day of my vacation, and I wanted to 
indulge myself.
	I smelled her perfume before she came into my line of vision.  It was a delicate 
scent, a combination of jasmine and honeysuckle.  She came around behind my chair, and 
stood looking down at me, a slight smile playing about her lips.
	“May I sit down?” she asked.
	“Of course,” I said.
	She’d freshened her makeup.  Her eyes were dark with liner, and it gave her a 
dangerous and exotic look.  Blush highlighted the prominent cheekbones.  Brilliant 
lipstick gleamed on her full, sensuous lips.  A locket dangled from the chain around her 
neck.  A fine dusting of body powder, lighter than her skin, was visible on the skin of her 
exposed chest.  Her breasts weren’t large, but they sat high on her chest without sagging.  
I could see the mounds of her nipples.
She sat with an easy grace, and beckoned the waiter.  He came on the run to take 
her drink order.  It was obvious that this was a woman who was used to being obeyed.
	“Your note said you wanted to meet me?” she said, sipping her Scotch.  Above 
the glass, her eyes were darkly speculative.  She had long, curved lashes.  There was 
Oriental blood in her family.  Her eyes were almond-shaped, her nose small and fine.
	“Yes,” I answered.  My throat felt constricted, and I had trouble getting the words 
out.  It’d been a long time since anyone had affected me this way.
	“Why?”
	I realized she was going to force me to reveal myself.  It shouldn’t have come as a 
surprise, but it did.  I thought there would be more flirting.  She stared at me, and as she 
did, I felt my clitoris expand, and my pussy begin to grow wet.  Ever since my sister, 
Mary Ellen, took control of the family during my teen years, I’ve been attracted to 
domineering, strong-willed women.  It’s part of my upbringing, I suppose.  I find myself 
yearning to be subjected by them.  I have a naturally submissive nature, and although I’ve 
struggled constantly against it, it usually wins out in the end.  Lelani, in an amazingly 
short time, had divined my true nature, and was flushing me out into the open.
	“You look like a bodybuilder.  I’m here alone, and I thought we could work out 
together,” I said.
“Work out together?  You mean, in the gym?”
“Yes.”
“Nothing more?”
“Well…”  I hesitated, although I don’t know why I did.  This was no time to be 
coy.
“Say what’s on your mind,” she said.  She crossed her legs, her eyes fixed on my 
face.
“I find you very attractive,” I said, after a short pause.
	“And?”
	“You know,” I whispered.
	“No,” she said, shaking her head.  “I don’t know.  Tell me.”
	I glanced around.  There was no one within earshot.  I took a swallow of my 
drink.
	“I want to serve you.”
	“Do you really?”
	“Yes,” I replied.
	Lelani stared at me while she considered my request.  She tapped a long-nailed 
finger on the arm of her chair.  It made a sound like a cricket.  Finally, she leaned 
forward, and touched the back of my hand.  Her touch was like an electric shock to me.  
A thrill swept through me from scalp to toes.  I felt flushed and feverish.
	“You’re a submissive.”
	It wasn’t a question, but I inclined my head in agreement.  It’d been more than ten 
years since anyone had dominated me, but that didn’t change my underlying nature.  I am 
what I am, and despite my boyfriend’s admonition to the contrary, I didn’t think it was 
possible for me to completely throw off that yoke.
	“Why did you approach me?” Lelani asked.
	I looked at her in surprise.  “You’re a dominant, aren’t you?”
	That made her laugh.  She had a good laugh.  It came from her belly, and was 
completely uninhibited.
	“Yes,” she said, “I am.  I was just wondering how you worked up the nerve to 
approach me.”
	I lowered my eyes, already falling into the past pattern of submissive behavior.  “I 
was afraid I wouldn’t see you again if I didn’t.”
	“Look at me,” she said.  When I did, she said, “You’re not one of those with 
limitations, are you?”
	I blushed to the roots of my hair, but forced myself to answer.  “No.  I have no 
limits.”
	“You’re staying in this hotel?”
	“Yes.”
	“Give me your room key.”  I did as she requested.  “Get a spare key, and go 
upstairs,” Lelani said.  “I’ll be up in a few minutes.”
	Before I got up, I said, “My name’s Leslie.”
	“That’s not important,” Lelani replied.  “I might decide to give you a different 
name while we’re together.  Now go upstairs and wait for me.”
	The maid had been in.  The bed was turned down, and there was a square mint on 
the pillow.  I went over to the mini-bar, and fixed two drinks; one for Lelani, and one for 
myself.  I took my drink over to the table on the small terrace that overlooked the hotel 
garden, and sat and waited.  Before long, the door opened.  Lelani came in.  She threw 
her purse on the bed.  I went and got her drink.  She smiled approvingly.
	“These shoes are killing me,” she said, bending low to unbuckle them.  Without 
her heels, she was shorter than I was, although every bit as wide and muscular.  Her diet 
must have been stringent because she was very well defined.  She prowled around the 
room, examining the furnishings.  She went out onto the terrace, and took in the view.
	“Nice,” she said, coming over to me.  “This must have set up back a pretty 
penny.”
	“I came into some money, and decided to spend it on myself,” I said.  “It’s been a 
tough year.”
	She sat on the bed, and crossed her legs.  Her toenails were well-manicured and 
painted the same color red as her lips.  “Why was it so tough?”
	I sat in the straight-backed chair at the writing desk.  “My boyfriend and I have 
been having troubles.”
	“Your boyfriend?”
	“The man I live with,” I amended.  “Things haven’t been so good between us.”
	“And that’s why you’re here by yourself?”
	I nodded.  “I told him I needed some time away from him.”
	“Come over here, and sit next to me,” she said.  I did as she asked.  This close to 
her, I could feel the heat of her body through the material of her dress.  She was as hot as 
a stoked furnace.
	“How’d he take that?” she asked.
	“My wanting to be apart from him?  He wasn’t happy, but he finally agreed.”
	“Is he a dominant?” Lelani asked.
	“Oh, no.  Our relationship isn’t like that.”
	“How did you meet?”
	 “I was slave to a mistress,” I said.  “He got me away from her.”
	I thought she was going to ask me how he’d done it, but she surprised me by 
changing the subject.
	“You’re very muscular.  Do you compete?”
	“I used to,” I said.  “I gave it up.  I hate the politics.”
	“How old are you?”
	“Forty-four,” I admitted.
	“You look good for your age.  Stand up, and take your clothes off.  I want to look 
at you.”
	There was no hesitation on my part.  Although I no longer train for competition, I 
still keep myself in excellent shape.  I’m proud of my body and its development.  I put 
my drink on the floor near my feet, and stood up.  I slipped off my flats, and unzipped my 
dress.  It fell to the floor at my ankles.  I tossed it aside with my foot, and stood in front 
of Lelani.
	“Your underwear too,” she ordered.
	I removed my bra and panties.  She examined me critically, running her eyes 
slowly over my form from head to toe.  She made a circling motion with her index finger, 
and I turned around so she could look at my back.
	“What do you weigh?” she asked when she was finished.
	“One fifty-five.  I’m about ten pounds over my competition weight.”
	“Have you ever been pierced?” Lelani asked.
	“No.”  It was the one thing I’d managed to avoid with my former mistress.  Susan 
had wanted me pierced, but she had never gotten around to having it done.
	“That’s something we shall have to remedy,” Lelani said.  She got to her feet, and 
ran the palm of her hand down my body from neck to pubes.  “You have a gorgeous 
body.”
	“Thank you.”
	“Thank you, what?”
	“Thank you, mistress,” I said.  At the words, I felt a tremor of excitement.  Until 
that moment, I hadn’t realized how sorely I missed being a slave.  To those who aren’t in 
the life, it’s hard to explain how being dominated can be a kind of freedom.  There’s no 
need to worry about day-to-day or minute-to-minute decisions.  You defer to your master 
or mistress.  Your only concern becomes obeying their commands.  It’s liberating.  At 
least it is for me.
	Lelani crossed to the terrace, and placed her empty glass on the table.  She leaned 
her hips against the steel railing, her arms outstretched along the top of the railing.  With 
the light behind her, she looked like a piece of sculpture.
	“Remove my dress,” she said to me across the distance.
	I went to her.  Her dress was held together with a single fastener at the nape of her 
neck.  When I unsnapped it, it fell away from her body.  She wore only a pair of black 
thong bikini panties underneath.  It was made of silk, and was so thin, her pudenda could 
be clearly seen.  Lelani turned to rest her elbows on the railing.  The pose thrust out her 
bottom impudently.  It was a perfectly-shaped sphere, with a covering of fine hair.
	“Lick my ass,” she said, without looking back at me.
	I went and took a pillow from the bed.  I knelt on it, and then slowly lowered 
Lelani’s panties.  She raised her feet so I could remove them completely.  She held out 
her hand for them.  I gave them to her and watched as she tossed it over the railing to the 
walk below.
“Lick my ass,” she repeated.  Her nipples were rigid with expectation.
I spread apart her buttocks.  Her asshole was a dark, puckered ring above the 
shaved expanse of her pussy.  Extending my tongue, I leaned forward, and began to lick 
her anus.  Lelani moaned, and thrust back against my intruding tongue.  Her hand reached 
back and tangled in my hair, forcing my face deeper into her nether regions.  I tongued 
her long and lovingly.  She had the sweetest tasting asshole I’d ever experienced.  I tried 
to finger her pussy and clitoris, but she slapped my hand away.  It didn’t take long for her 
to reach orgasm.  The muscles in her legs and back tensed, and then she exploded.  Her 
head fell forward, and her entire body began to tremble.  I watched, astonished, as a 
stream of clear liquid squirted from her cunt.  It splashed my thighs and knees, and 
splattered on the pillow and on the terrace’s surface.
	I rose and went to the bathroom where I soaked a washcloth in warm water.  
Returning, I tenderly bathed Lelani’s cunt and ass until it was clean and sweet-smelling.  
She let me administer to her while she continued to rest her arms on the railing.  Below 
us, couples walked arm-in-arm under the moonlight.  If any of them had looked up, we 
would have been clearly visible to them.  I wondered if the thought had occurred to 
Lelani, and if it had, did she care?
	When I had finished cleaning Lelani, she turned and came back into the room.  
She carried her dress in her hand.  While she talked, she dressed herself.
	“There’s a private club I belong to,” she said.  “I’ll pick you up tomorrow night at 
seven.  We’ll go over together.”
	“Yes, mistress.”
	“Don’t be late.”
	“I’ll be ready,” I promised.
	Fully dressed, she picked up her purse and slung it over one arm.  She put her free 
arm around my waist, and pulled me close to her.  Her lips were warm and soft.
	“You’re going to do nicely,” she said.
	Moments later, I was alone.  I went back out to the terrace.  The night air felt cool 
and inviting on my skin.  I sat at the round table, and propped my feet up on the railing.  
There, in full view of anyone who happened to pass by, I masturbated myself to an 
orgasm, then rose and took myself to bed.  I could hardly wait until Lelani came to pick 
me up the following evening.

End of Part One