My Rocky Relationship with Sheila--Part 3 of 4 - Sex Stories

My Rocky Relationship with Sheila--Part 3 of 4

... sake. There were only three days before our departure. We worked hard those first two days, arriving early at six in the morning, working even through lunch and into the night to tie up as many loose ends as possible. Mary Ann went ballistic when she found out the following day. “Work is important, but not as important as you are to each other. I absolutely forbid you to work those insane hours. I don’t care if you’re going away for a long vacation. I absolutely forbid it. If I have to I’ll hire another assistant to pick up the slack. Now…go home!” Then smiling for the first time since her tirade began, she continued, “Have a wonderful time. You both deserve it.” She hugged Nan then me, adding a quick kiss to my cheek before shooing us out the door. In our haste to finish our work we had pushed back packing and now, with less than a day before our departure, we had to work like beavers. Finding the right clothes was easy. Fitting everything into less than fifty pounds was a bit more challenging. I was going basic: golf and tee shirts, shorts, swim trunks, sandals and sneakers. I thought I’d bring a light jacket in case it rained or became windy. Nan, however, planned for a lot more. To meet her interests I added several pairs of long dress slacks, shoes, and appropriate socks. I absolutely refused to pack a sport jacket. We left mid-morning on Thursday, flying to Los Angeles for an overnight stay before proceeding the following day to Honolulu. I hated the idea of being ...

... exhausted on our first day in Waikiki. Nan and I had flown extensively visiting clients and I knew from experience the problems of traveling east to west. Had we traveled in a single day we would have arrived at 5:00 p.m., but it would have been ten at night on the east coast. By the time we got our bags and to the hotel it could well be after one the following morning. Stopping halfway would enable our body clocks to adjust. We checked in around five which was still eight back on the east coast. I laughed out loud when Nan turned down the king bed for two doubles. “We’re honeymooners,” was her explanation. The poor clerk was obviously confused until I clarified that we’d only be using the one bed. We shared that bed from top to bottom and side to side as we made the most beautiful love to each other. I’d managed to put Sheila out of my mind, but once I tried to sleep I found that I couldn’t. I slept fitfully at best. We had a relaxed breakfast and checked out around eleven and catching the airport shuttle at 11:30. We were really early so I turned Nan loose shopping while I pulled out a paperback. We both had tablets loaded with books, but I was pretty sure there’d be plenty of thieves on the beaches. We bought the books at a “Friends of the Library” sale for only a quarter each. These books were taking a one-way trip. The flight was uneventful other than a twenty minute period when we flew through a massive thunderstorm. It was a great example of why travelers should always keep ...