Hawaii at last

While the two of you sit and sip wine, the flight attendant who winked at you as you left the bathroom stops by to refill your glasses. She whispers, "As new members of the Mile High Club, here are your wings." She smiles broadly at the two of you and winks at Lauren. She hands you both a set of those airline wings that the stewardesses give to kids, except these have the words "Mile High Club" across the bottom. "Don't worry. I don't think anyone, but the attendants, heard you. You were very quiet."

The rest of your flight is taken up by napping, chatting with Lauren, and cuddling. The plane lands in Hawaii, and everyone disembarks. That flight attendant gives you both a knowing smile as you leave the plane, saying, "I know you two enjoyed your flight. Bye-bye now." She specifically extends her hand to shake yours. You raise an eyebrow, since she hasn't shaken anyone else's hand. You shake it with a grin, and notice she's put a scrap of folded paper into your palm. You casually put your hand in your pocket and deposit the slip.

You grab your bags from the baggage carousel and help Lauren with hers, and the two of you take a cab to the hotel. In the backseat, you and Lauren make out like teenagers, your hands fondling each other's bodies. You can see the taxi driver watching you surreptitiously in the rear view mirror, but you don't care. Shortly before you arrive at the resort while putting your clothes and hair in order, Lauren says, "Well, I've got meetings tonight and tomorrow, but perhaps we can have that dinner date tomorrow night."

"I'd like that very much," you say with a smile before kissing her hard on the lips.

The taxi pulls up in front of the hotel and the driver hops out to help with the baggage. You tip the driver, who grins widely at you and winks. After you've both checked in at the front desk and received your key cards (and carefully noted each other's room numbers), Lauren says, smiling broadly, "Now, you better have fun while I'm busy. I want a full report of your exploits tomorrow, including any dalliances you might have. Give me all the juicy details." She kisses you goodbye, deeply and with lots of tongue, and heads up to her room following the bell hop. You are spellbound. You've just spent an awesome, sexy time with this woman that you just met in the airport, and she just told you to go out and get laid! She just wants to hear what happened. You must be pretty lucky to find someone who understands a good vacation. You follow your own bell hop up to your room.

The room is amazing. Spacious and bright with a decent balcony overlooking the ocean and the setting sun. The wet bar has a refrigerator full of mixers and juice and a cabinet full of booze. Fresh flowers adorn the tables, and mints are placed carefully on each pillow. You grab a mint while you figure out what to do.