Newlyweds
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Chapter 11: Convertible Tour & Sixty-nine
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 11: Convertible Tour & Sixty-nine - Ryan and Madison just got married, but don’t know anything about sex.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Cream Pie Exhibitionism Oral Sex Voyeurism
After a quick shared shower—hands soaping each other’s bodies, lingering touches turning into soft kisses—they dressed for the day. Madison slipped into her plain bikini under khaki shorts and a light button-down shirt. Ryan pulled on board shorts and a similar shirt, both of them lacing up hiking boots. They grabbed their rental Mustang from the concierge and headed out with the top down, wind in their hair.
Their first stop was the Hālona Blowhole. They parked and walked to the railing, watching the ocean spray shoot high into the air. Madison leaned against Ryan, his arm around her waist.
“It’s beautiful,” she said. “Everything here feels so ... alive.”
He kissed her temple. “Just like you.”
They continued to Makapuʻu Lookout, then hiked the trail to Makapu’u Point Lighthouse. The path was steep in places, but the views of the turquoise water and rugged cliffs made every step worth it. At the top they stood close, wind whipping Madison’s hair across Ryan’s face. He brushed it aside and stole a quick kiss.
“Feels like we’re on top of the world,” he murmured.
They drove next to Kualoa Regional Park, where they admired the dramatic green mountains rising from the sea. Hunger eventually led them to the Famous Kahuku Shrimp Truck. They ordered Garlic Butter Shrimp and Coconut Shrimp, sharing the plates while sipping fresh pineapple juice. Madison licked butter from her fingers and caught Ryan watching.
“Later,” she teased quietly, “you can lick it off somewhere else.”
His cheeks flushed, but he grinned. “Deal.” He went back to the truck and paid a dollar for a container of the garlic butter sauce.
After lunch they drove to Sunset Beach. They stripped down to swimsuits and waded into the surf, letting the waves lap at their legs while they watched surfers ride the Banzai Pipeline. Madison pressed close to Ryan, her hand sliding down to cup his ass through his board shorts.
“Think anyone would notice if we snuck off for a quickie?” she whispered.
He laughed softly. “Probably. But I’d risk it for you.”
They walked hand in hand along the sand, toes in the warm water, before heading to Hale’iwa Town. Boutiques lined the streets. They browsed slowly, picking up small souvenirs and gifts for family and friends. Madison tried on a delicate shell necklace; Ryan bought it for her without hesitation. They paused for shave ice, sitting on a bench and feeding each other colorful spoonfuls while the sun dipped lower.
The drive back to the hotel took them through the center of the island past the Dole pineapple plantation. Endless rows of green stretched out on either side of the road. Madison rested her hand on Ryan’s thigh, fingers tracing idle patterns.
“Today was perfect,” she said. “But I keep thinking about tonight.”
Ryan glanced at her, heat in his eyes. “What page are we on next?”
She smiled, squeezing his leg. “You’ll see when we get back to the room.”
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