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I notice Alek is being quiet, letting his mother lead. It is her restaurant and decision. I like the way he is handling this. As the busy workers rip roots up, we walk to the edge of the field.
“The family oversees the plantings, Alekanekelo. My daughter and two sons. You’ll meet Kimo and Kala at lunch.”
“It is an impressive operation, Lani.”
“This is the most ancient root vegetable cultivated crop in the world. Did you know that?” He quizzes the only person he is interested in.
“No. I did not,” she answers.
“See the calcium fibers? You never eat without cooking. You would die and I would have to throw my body off a cliff into the sea.”
“Are you exaggerating, or is this the truth?” Nani asks.
She knows full well you do not eat raw taro. We all do. The question is about the second comment.
“You wound me. I am not the kind of man that lies.”
“Do you need a band-aid? I have one in my purse.”
He laughs like a man charmed. This is fun. Senior sexual tension is in the air. Why categorize it? Sexual tension has no age. They have the hots for each other. I am very encouraged to see the sizzle does not have to die with the years. It is possible to be horny for Alek for decades ahead.
“I see your legs are bothering you, my good hip is as well. Let’s head back and have our feast, you ready?”
That was very gentle of him. She does not fight, but only nods an agreement. When we turn and head for the 4x4, a rainbow that was not there before stretches across the blue sky.
“Look, Nani. The gods are with us.”
“Let’s hope they are better drivers than you.”
There is no doubt in my mind, this farm’s crop will be part of Nani’s menu. Poi extraordinaire.
Chapter 7
ALEK
I’m hard and horny. Leaning an arm against the tile wall, my soapy hand glides back and forth, back and forth. Faster. Fuuuuck. I suck air through clenched teeth. Water bounces off my head, and streams down my back. I’m gonna eat that pussy. Bet it tastes like…
The cell sounds and vibrates against the bathroom counter. Could be her. Sticking my head out the curtain, my dick twitches because it knows its master. Still covered with soap, I shut off the water and grab the phone.
“Morning, sunshine, I was just thinking of you.”
“What are you doing?” she says, ignoring the compliment.
I consider telling her, but don’t want to blow it now, when things are so close.
“Drying off. Want to grab some lunch today?”
There is a pause. And then her voice softens to a purr.
“Not really.”
I like where I sincerely hope this is going. Smiling ahead of her answer, I lower my voice.
“Tell me, what wouldyoulike to do?”
“Toyou?”
The electricity that binds us sends a snapping jolt to my soapy balls. We have arrived at the palace of pleasure. Surprised it took this long.
