Pent-up passion on a Hawaiian vacation [M/F] | 2016

I always wanted to visit Hawaii, so I was excited when my sister moved out there for work. I figured it was only a matter of time before she would feel homesick and ask my mother to arrange a family vacation to come visit her. Sure enough, it only took a few months before my parents, other siblings and I were making plans and booking our flights for a week-long trip to Kauai. We would all be staying at a timeshare property, however my mother assured us that the place was big enough for each couple to have their own bedroom. (In all, it was my parents, my wife and I, my brother and his wife and their daughter, and my youngest brother traveling together.) I assumed that meant three bedrooms and that my youngest brother Daniel would be sleeping on the couch.

The night before the flight, my wife Lisa and I were doing some last-minute packing at home. She brought up the topic of the condo’s bedroom, wondering how big our room would be. The only thing I cared about was the thickness of the walls. I didn’t want anyone in my family on the other side to hear all the bed-rattling that I was planning on making during our nights there. I posed the worst-case scenario to her that if the walls were thin we might not be able to do any fucking at all, and we took a time out from packing for a lustful romp in bed. The next morning, just to be safe, she let me bend her over our kitchen counter and spread her pussy for one more go before we cleaned up, grabbed our luggage and walked out the door.

I was amazed by the natural beauty of the island once we landed. I live near the Rockies, which are also naturally beautiful, but certainly not tropical like Hawaii. The sky was blue, the volcanic mountains were lush, and the air was moist in way that made Lisa glisten and made me acutely aware that my penis was sticking to my inner thigh. I did a lot of rearranging on the way to the timeshare.

When we got there, my family was greeted by the hotel staff and we were all given leis. My mother made a joke about everyone getting “leid” that instantly sealed her to a fate of a nursing home in 30 years. We wheeled our luggage to the room, where I found out that the worst-case scenario I mentioned to Lisa the night before was our very-real scenario.

There weren’t three bedrooms. There were two: One bedroom for my parents, and one bedroom for my brother, his wife, and their daughter. Lisa and I got the squeaky fold-out couch in the living room. And my youngest brother? He would be sleeping on a cot, on the floor, near the foot of our shitty futon. I glanced at the bed, then at Lisa’s smooth legs that were beautifully left exposed by her very short-shorts. Then I met her disappointed gaze. So much for fucking in paradise. There was no way we were going to be able to get away with anything of the sort that week.

DAY ONE

I was determined to try anyway. The first night, I stayed up until I heard my brother Daniel snoring across the room. I rolled over and spooned Lisa as the bed’s metal springs squeaked. I slowly put my arm around her and brushed my hand against her cheek to wake her up. She let out an audible “wha-?” and I told her to shh. She asked me what I was doing and I suggested that if we were really, REALLY quiet, we could probably have sex. She declined, claiming she was tired and jetlagged. She fell back asleep nearly mid-sentence, and I pondered the situation with my half-a-chub nested in between her cheeks. I could go a day or two or three without sex, sure. But a week? Most likely without masturbation, even? Could I do that?

DAYS TWO AND THREE

The second night was just as fruitless due to my brother Daniel staying up late and wanting me to drink and play cards. I tried jerking it in the hotel shower the third day, but my niece knocked on the door, asking me to hurry up so she could use the bathroom. It had been so long since I’ve shared living space with anyone but Lisa that I was used to giving my libido free reign. I cursed my sex drive and gave myself a pep talk that I could absolutely go this entire trip without any sexual activity. Men have gone weeks without sex since probably cavemen times, I told myself. Was I no better than a caveman?

DAY FOUR

The more time passed, the more frustrated I became. I went to the beach with Lisa and could only see the skimpy swimsuits all around. Dat ass. Dat ass dat ass datassdatass. Once, Lisa undid her top while lying face down suntanning. Look at her, I thought. She’s technically topless. She must want me to flip her over and motorboat her tits. She definitely wants me to pull her bikini bottoms down and penetrate her right now in front of everyone. She’s crazy! Or was I crazy? Was I going crazy? She’s making me crazy…

I asked why she was doing this to me, and got a blank-stare response. I confessed to her that I was horny as hell since we couldn’t have sex and I couldn’t even rub one out due to my family constantly being around. I told her I was challenging myself to try and remain strong, but all I really wanted was for us to recreate "From Here to Eternity" right then and there. She was silent for a while, then correctly reminded me that even if we were to be super sneaky and quiet, her moans and our squeaky living-room bed would likely wake someone up. It was probably too risky. I sighed and rearranged my package for the hundredth time that trip.

DAY FIVE

The fifth day I was fully resigned to the fact that my family was going to make it impossible for me to enjoy my wife, and that for the next two days, my penis was just a flesh tube used only for peeing. I was actually quite proud of myself that I hadn’t erupted by that point. I even went to a luau and watched hot hula dancers sway their asses side to side without spontaneously combusting into baby gravy. I fell alseep that evening content. I didn’t have much longer to wait, just one more night after that one. It was the home stretch.

…

“Meet me in the bathroom in two minutes.”

I slowly opened my eyes from slumber and turned my head toward Lisa, confused.

“What?”

“Meet me in the bathroom in two minutes,” she whispered again, then left the bed. I heard her tiptoe across the pitch-black living room down the hallway to the bathroom. I didn’t hear the door close, but I did hear the faint whirring of the ventilation fan that came on when you turned on the bathroom light. I slowly sat up and looked at my watch. 2:30 am. Daniel’s loud breathing from across the room reassured me that he was deep in sleep, and I crawled out of the bed, trying to minimize the shitty futon’s squeaking. My heart pounded in my chest as I quietly walked down the dark hall toward the sliver of light peeking out from under the bathroom door. By the time I reached the door handle, my beating heart was the only thing I could hear and I was pitching a three-ring circus tent.

I opened the door. My eyes adjusted to the light and I saw Lisa sitting on the edge of the sink counter, fully naked. She hopped down, threw her arms around me and began kissing me passionately. I closed the door with one hand and tucked my erection up into the waistband of my boxers with the other so I could pull her close.

“Thank God,” I whispered in her ear. She had been just as horny as I was. She pulled me as we walked in tandem from the door toward the sink counter. I grabbed her by the ass and lifted her back onto it, our heads now at the same height level.

I started kissing her neck as she let out a small moan and wrapped her legs around me. She began rubbing my upright cock through my boxers. In the mirror I could see her bare back sloping down to her ass. The top of her crack was visible and her ass was slightly squished to provide the perfect little cushion against the hard marble counter. My hands traveled down her back to her ass and thighs, then back up to fondle her C-cup breasts.

“It’s been too long, I need you inside of me,” she whispered. I looked into her eyes and nodded.

“We are never traveling with my family again,” I responded. She smiled and we went back to exploring each others’ mouths with our tongues. Lisa unwrapped her legs and I lowered my boxers, revealing my cock. I looked down at her spread pussy. It was flush and her clit was visibly swollen. A wet line of desire trailed down from her opening. I softly reached out and touched her throbbing clit with my index finger. It made her jump and reach out and squeeze my shoulder. She let out a joyous “ooh” and I smiled.

I put my finger over her lips to let her know to keep quiet and I gently kissed her clit. She moaned with a closed mouth and leaned back on her elbows. She lifted her right leg in the air and braced her legs open with her foot pressed against the wall near the sink counter. I tongued her pussy just like we had been passionately making out and I could feel her already began to climax.

Typically, it takes anywhere from three to 10 minutes for her to come when I go down on her. This time it took just under approximately 30 seconds. She screamed almost silently, with just the faintest high-pitched moan escaping. Her toes slipped off the wall as she leaned forward and buried my head into her crotch with her hands. Her body shook in fading intervals as she came down off the orgasm.

I stood up and pulled her ass closer to the edge of the sink counter. In the mirror in front of me, I watched as I grabbed her ankle and braced her foot against the wall to spread her legs like before. I grabbed the base of my cock and positioned the head at the entrance to her pussy. Lisa’s cheeks were bright red and her eyes were closed with anticipation.

Her mouth opened slightly as I slowly penetrated her. I went out and back in deeper and she let out a soft moan. I pulled out again and went all the way in this time and stayed in. She grabbed the spout of the nearby faucet and held on to it tight as I built my speed. I felt the pleasure grow as I continued pushing into her. Her body received the impact of my hips as I watched her tits rock. They bounced simultaneously with the waves of pleasure I was feeling. My hands, which were at her waist, moved up to grab her breasts and I felt that big wave of pleasure that signified I was about to come.

I pulled out and unloaded five days’ worth of pent-up semen onto her pussy and stomach - a few squirts landing as far as her tits. The last few drops landed on the bathroom floor. I stood there for a while, breathing heavily and admiring the scene in the mirror. Lisa sat up and panted as we looked at each other and smiled. I cleaned her off with some tissues and wiped the cum spots on the floor and counter. We kissed softly while getting dressed.

“Thank you. Sorry I was so quick,” I whispered in her ear.

“We were both quick,” she laughed, whispering. “I hope no one heard us!”

Everything was too much of a blissful blur for me to remember if we accidentally got too loud during our bathroom tryst. But after turning off the light and poking my head out into the hallway, it seemed no one had awakened. We were in the clear.

We went back to bed and my last thought before falling asleep was wondering why we didn’t do that sooner in the trip. We had sex again on the bathroom floor our last night in Hawaii, and it was just as incredible. No one in my family ever knew.

In all, it turned out to be an amazing trip. But next time we go to Hawaii, we’re ditching the family, ditching the crappy couch-bed and getting our own room.