Our Honeymoon Heaven - Sex Stories

Our Honeymoon Heaven

The first night of our married life was not spent in the comfort of a hotel bedroom enjoying the divine sensual pleasure of exploring the many ways two bodies could interact to ascend to repeated summits of ineffable rapture. That would come later in many different guises, either together, or in bacchanalian rites of orgasmic delight with a small circle of intimate friends.

We were booked on a late evening flight from Gatwick Airport to the airport at Cilipi, a few miles from the beautiful walled city of Dubrovnik in what was then Yugoslavia, so when the wedding reception started to wind down, we changed quickly and were then taken by taxi to the main Bristol railway station to catch a train to London.

Our honeymoon hotel was on the Lapad peninsula, situated just west of the main town of Dubrovnik, and is now the place where most of the tourist hotels are situated. Over fifty years ago, when the events of this story took place, it was still largely undeveloped with extensive areas of woodland. There were several delightful beaches on its southern and western shores, some of them family-friendly, but others which were very secluded and could only be reached by walking round the coast, and where nude sunbathing was tolerated, if not entirely legal, which is one reason we had chosen the resort for our honeymoon.

The hotel, which was called somewhat unimaginatively Hotel Lapad, was a stone building dating from the late Victorian era — quite unlike modern constructions ...

... of steel and glass. Meals were taken outside under a large vine-covered canopy, romantically lit by hanging lanterns, although there was a smaller, rather less romantic indoor restaurant. Our room was on the fourth floor and, although quite small, was comfortable with a large double bed and double doors leading to a small balcony looking east over a sandy cove. There was an en-suite bathroom with a bath, but no shower, a toilet, and a novelty to Brits like us — a bidet. As our room was on a corner, the balcony was only overlooked by the balcony of the adjacent room, which we later discovered was larger with a sofa and chairs as well as the bed.

It was five in the morning when we arrived, but having gone through the necessary rituals of reception, by the time the porter ushered us into our room, we were no longer sleepy. We were hot and sweaty from travelling, and even before unpacking our suitcase, we stripped out of our clothes and kicked them into a corner of the room.

The erotic pleasure of watching my new wife Diana stepping out of her panties for the first time had the expected effect on my cock, which rapidly stood to attention. She turned towards me, and the early rays of morning sunlight lit up her pubic hair with gold, the dark cleft between her labia replete with the promise of the sweet treasure that lay concealed within. She looked straight at me with a mischievous expression and walked through the doors onto the balcony where she leaned against the mahogany ...