Tournament, First Day

The first day of the three day tournament finally arrived. As David’s jeep slowly made its way to the site, Kari tried to calm her nerves. She was sitting in the back between Jessie and Geoff, who showed up at their hotel just that morning. She was happy that he and David would also be dressed traditionally.

As they got to the beach, they spotted one of the Governor’s aides holding a sign that said “Kari Kaimana”. As they pulled over to him, he told them to follow a policeman on a motorcycle, who gave them an escort to a parking place very near a large stage.

The stage was swarming with people, all getting ready for the Governor’s press conference. It was the first time the surf tournament was going to opened by the Governor, so his aides and the press were busy. An aide took her board to the beach and another led her group to a small waiting area near the back steps to the stage.

Jessie could see Kari getting more nervous as time went on, so she distracted her with small talk. “So this is a three-day tournament?”

“Yes, so bad waves on any particular day won’t affect the surfers’ scores.”

“You get scored?”

“Yes, 5 judges give you a score from 1 to 10 for each wave. Your two highest scores from each day determine your total.”

Just then, the Governor walked by. He stopped in front of Kari, and said, “Welcome Ms. Kaimana.” He shook her hand, glancing down to see her breasts bouncing, then said, “My aides will call you and David up after my opening remarks.”

Jessie held Kari’s hand and said, “Now, you remember what you’re going to say to the reporters if they ask, right?”

“Yes. I’m going to pretend I’m you and say what you said to the Governor.” Jessie smiled, touched that her friend would look to her as someone strong and confident that she should imitate. Kari took a drink from her bottle of Hannah’s tea, hoping the slight jolt of energy would help her be more outgoing and energetic like her friend.

“You can do this, Kari. Just be confident and know that you look beautiful and strong.”

Soon the aides motioned for her and David to go up. David graciously took her hand and walked with her up the steps. She was grateful for the hand once she reached the top, because suddenly she was blinded by the flash of cameras. Once they died down, she almost wished they hadn’t, once she saw the large crowd. She found herself between the Governor and David, both much happier than she was to be there.

The Governor introduced her and said, “When she’s not surfing, she has been wearing traditional Hawaiian dress, supplied by David Kamehaloha of Hawaii First. David, would you like to tell us all about it?”

David stepped up and started effusively explaining about what Kari was wearing. He motioned to her skirt, a bright white bit of cloth with red flowers and hummingbirds, and then to his own. “Older men and women wore longer skirts, but,” pointing to Kari’s chest, said, “both men and women were topless.” He talked about her kupe’e and then pointed out her lei po’o. “This headdress is a lei po’o. The one Kari is wearing today is special. These feathery scarlet flowers are ohia lehua blossoms, which only grow near volcanoes and are sacred to the Goddess Pele. We in Hawaii First hope that Kari’s wearing them today will bring the blessing of the Goddess to this tournament.”

When he finished, the reporters had a lot of questions for Kari.

“Why are you doing this?”

“My people invented surfing and they did it naked. I’m doing the same in their honor.”

“Are you going to keep surfing naked?”

“No. I’m back home and Hawaiian and it just seems to be the right thing to do to now.”

“Do you think all the surfers should surf nude?”

Kari decided to be honest. “This…is not easy for me. I wouldn’t demand anyone else do this…But if any of the other surfers want to join me, I would welcome it.”

The Governor said, “Let’s hear a round of applause for Kari and David.” Once the applause died down, he added, “Well, let the tournament begin.”

David motioned to Geoff, waiting off-stage, who was carrying a basket of woven palm leaves. He took off the kupe’e on her left wrist and said, “I have to keep these in a cooler when you’re not wearing them, so they last for the whole 3 days.” He took off the others. She leaned forward to let him take off the lei po’o. He placed it in the basket, and then, before Kari even realized it, with one deft flick of his hand, he untied the knot of her skirt and it swirled off her hips.

David folded the scrap of cloth and placed it in the basket, while Kari was dumbstruck and unable to move. She could see the flash of cameras going off, realizing that these were professional photographers and that their photos would be on all sorts of newspapers and websites. ‘I didn’t think I was going to be stripped on stage!‘

David took the basket from Geoff and said, “You should probably escort her to the beach.”

Geoff took her hand and led off the left side of the stage, where there was a flight of stairs down that led directly to the beach. The crowd parted as they passed. Kari was happy that only 6 or 8 people at a time were around her, surprised by her nakedness, instead of the dozens of reporters she just finished with. ‘At least no one is taking pictures…‘, not noticing several people with their phones out recording.

Finally, they reached the edge of the beach where all the other surfers were waiting. She looked around and saw her board and started walking to it. Suddenly, her nemesis Ashley was in front of her, surrounded by her entourage.

“Wow, you actually are going to do it? I thought it was a lot of hype.”

Kari forced a smile and said, “No, I’m for real and surfing old-school.” As she stepped around her, Kari continued, “Now if you don’t mind, I’m here to surf.”

She got into the water and paddled out toward the wave runners, two guys on jet-skis that towed the surfers out to where they could catch the waves. When they saw her, their eyes lit up and one said, “Dibs on the naked chick!” and they both sped toward her. When they got close, they almost collided and their combined wake shook Kari’s board. She had to grab the sides, which pressed her breasts together, while the wake made them bounce wildly. The guys were mesmerized. She said, “You have to take turns towing me out.” She pointed at the one who didn’t call dibs and said, “You first.”

Once she started surfing, the same almost mystical feeling she had at Napalei returned. She could sense what the ocean was going to do and used that to do some of the fanciest tricks she knew. By the time they finished the day’s surfing, she had the almost unheard-of perfect score of 20, ahead of Ashley by 4 points.

She rode the last wave in to the beach. She was happy to see Geoff waiting with a towel and her clothes, even if it was just her skirt. After she dried off, she motioned to it and asked, “Would you put it on me?” and smiled.

He held it to her hip and reached around to grab the other corner, bringing his face very close to her breasts. When he started to tie the knot, she looked down and said, “Show me how you tie it.” She watched as he did.

As he straightened up, Kari put her hand on his face and kissed him. She intended for it to be a quick and friendly kiss, but felt a surge of emotion and lust course through her. Geoff must have as well, because he put his arm around her waist and pulled her close. They kissed again more passionately, a bulge growing under Geoff’s pareu.

Just then Mona came up from behind and joked, “Hey, get a room, you two.” They broke their embrace, both blushing. Once she gathered her wits, Kari said, “Geoff, why don’t you come with us to the hotel? We can have a big dinner in, courtesy of the Governor.” He gladly accepted.

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When they got to the hotel, Kari surprised Geoff by immediately getting naked. “It’s part of my training.”

Mona said, “I’m going to order room service. Any suggestions?”

Jessie replied, “Make it a feast. With what the Governor put Kari through at the press conference, he owes her.”

As the other women went into their rooms, Kari announced, “I’m going to shower to get the salt off my skin.” She took Geoff’s and and whispered, “Care to join me?” He gladly accepted again.

The door had barely closed when their arms were around each other again. The bulge in his pareu returned and Kari couldn’t help but grind her wet vulva against it. He walked sideways to the shower, whispering, “Let’s get the water running so they don’t hear us…” Kari meanwhile untied the knot on his pareu and let it drop. She watched as his stiff cock rose up, unrestrained, and then grabbed it and led him into the shower.

She moaned and then whispered, “I’ve been so horny all day. Do you think surfing naked does that to me?”

“Well, watching you surf naked does it to me.” He grabbed her ass and she wrapped her legs around his hips. As he lifted her, her wet vulva slid against the underside of his cock, and then down over it as he lowered her, both of them moaning.

Later that night, after a sumptuous dinner, they shared a bottle of champagne to toast to Kari’s great day. Mona said, “That was your best surfing ever. And you were consistent. What was different than your first attempt at Waimea Bay?”

Kari said, “After surfing alone at Napalei, I was able to ignore the crowds and concentrate on the sensations of the wind and water over my body. It makes me a lot more aware of my balance, the shifting of the waves, and just generally heightens my senses.”

Mona said, “Well, I’ve never seen anyone surf like you did out there today. You were awesome.” Mona thought, ‘There’s got to be a way to keep her surfing naked.‘

Geoff stood up and said, “I have to get back to my hotel. I’m afraid my training starts in a few days, so I have to go back to California tomorrow.” Kari walked him to the door, and after a couple more passionate kisses, said goodnight.

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The next morning, at a Victorian style house on the coast just outside of Honolulu, Charles Bennington was having breakfast on his veranda. His butler brought him coffee, a grapefruit, and the morning paper. His butler said, “It seems your client and the Governor are good friends now. They’re on the front page.”

Bennington thought, ‘What is that idiot up to?‘ He looked at the full-color photo, with the Governor on one side, David on the other, and Kari in the middle. Her breasts were obscured by microphones but it was evident that she was topless.

“Now this is intriguing. She’s surfing naked, eh?” He paged through the paper, looking at the other pictures. Most of them were black and white. One showed her on-stage right after she had been stripped by David, nipples and vulva pixelized, of course. Another one showed her in profile walking to the stairs; her hair covered her nipple and her leg closest to the camera blocked the view of her pussy, so it wasn’t censored. A third showed her from behind walking through the crowd, also uncensored. There was a color close-up of her from the side, showing a three-quarter view of her face, highlighting her hazel eyes and the wind blowing her dark hair. ‘Well, she surely is photogenic.‘

His butler asked, “So does this jeopardize your work with Mr. Kamehaloha?”

“Oh, that doesn’t matter in the least. If I spend one hour in court or write one letter for them, my entire visit here is a tax write-off. But this,” pointing at Kari’s image, “this is something my paying client will want to hear about.” He picked up his phone and made a call to Paris.