I am Room 2902 of the Oahu Shores Resort and Spa in Honolulu, Hawaii. I have a king-sized bed, large desk with comfy chair, waterfall shower, whirlpool bathtub, and I am stocked with fine linens, robes and drinks in my minibar. My lanai, or balcony, overlooks the world-famous Waikiki Beach and Kalakaua Avenue, where my guests enjoy the sun, sand, waves, along with amazing dining and shopping when away from the beach. Being on the 29th floor, I'm offer privacy from the street and amazing ocean views.
But enough about me. People often use the phrase "If these walls could talk" to describe things which happen in a room. And after three decades since my construction, I have plenty of stories. The naughtiest stories are the sexual ones; over 30 years hundreds of couples have fucked thousands of times within my walls. Spring breakers have hooked up here, new marriages have been consummated here, established marriages have ended with cheating here, new life has been conceived here, sex workers have done business here. So many stories.
So, without further ado, here's my first such story. It takes us back to 1992, and the first honeymooners I ever hosted.
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For us hotel rooms, the old saying goes "you never forget your first couple having sex." I remember my first year after completion. It was maybe the third or fourth Sunday night after the grand opening. This couple, Lisa and Jack were their names, checked in for their honeymoon, literally flying into Hawaii the day after their wedding. They were the textbook "hot couple" by traditional American standards, probably in their mid-20s.
Lisa was maybe 5' 8", had beautiful, shoulder-length straight blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and a pair of absolutely perfect 36D breasts which looked simply amazing in the sundress she arrived in, along with a narrow, hourglass waist that flared back out into a seductive set of hips. How Jack didn't cream his pants the instant he entered that room with her I still wonder to this day, maybe they had some fun on the plane on their way over to keep his little guy at bay.
Jack himself didn't look too bad, either. Six feet tall, short dark hair, brown eyes. You could tell they both worked out. Jack had quite the six-pack, Lisa's legs and butt were toned and firm, and I remember them hitting up the gym at this resort several times when they were here.
Anyway, they got in around 4:30 or so in the afternoon that day. And while Jack didn't cum the instant he carried his wife over my threshold, he didn't have to wait too long, either. As soon as the door closed, they locked lips. When not firmly pressed against one another, I could see that an intense game of tonsil hockey was already underway.
Lisa was the first to move onward, breaking the kiss to slowly, seductively unbutton Jack's Hawaiian shirt. After unclasping the final button, she ran her hands up and down his six-pack and chest while staring deeply into his eyes, his soul. Jack too was lost in Lisa's eyes, and the feeling of her hands in the moment. But the moment was not lost on Jack's member, who was already poking a tent through the shorts he must have changed into on the plane.
Slowly, Jack lifted the lei off of Lisa's neck, and started to plant kisses where it sat moments before. He then moved down to her shoulder, and used the brush of his lips to push aside the spaghetti straps of her sundress. Had Lisa had not been as voluptuous, the dress would have sunk to the floor right then and there. But her curves offered a few more moments of suspense as her tall, dark-haired husband reached down to the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head in one sweeping move. They had not even made it to the bed when Lisa's strapless bra joined her dress and Jack's shirt on the floor.
