Newlyweds
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Chapter 27: Iolani Palace & Yourself on the Shelf
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 27: Iolani Palace & Yourself on the Shelf - 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
Ryan stepped out of the shower first, toweling his lean body while Madison lingered under the warm spray. He pulled on khakis and a crisp button-down shirt, leaving the top two buttons open. Madison emerged wrapped in a fluffy towel, her black hair dripping down her back. She dried off and slipped into a light sundress that fluttered around her thighs, the fabric so thin it hinted at every curve.
Ryan had started packing, so didn’t notice that Madison had put on a bra but no panties—her smooth pussy bare and already tingling with the forbidden secret.
They finished packing their bags together, folding swimsuits and sundresses, Ryan’s hand brushing Madison’s ass when he reached for a shirt. She bit her lip but said nothing about her lack of underwear. At checkout they left the luggage with the concierge, then climbed into an Uber bound for Iolani Palace.
The palace rose before them like a slice of Victorian Hawaii, white columns gleaming in the morning sun. Inside, the Grand Hall welcomed them with its sweeping koa staircase and portraits of Hawaiian royalty. Ryan slipped his fingers between Madison’s as they climbed, and she squeezed back, the secret of her bare cunt making every step feel electric.
In the Throne Room they stood before the thrones of King Kalākaua and Queen Kapiʻolani. Madison leaned close, whispering, “Imagine sitting on that throne while you kneel between my legs and lick my pussy.” Ryan’s cock twitched in his khakis. He answered in a low voice, “I’d pull up your dress right here and taste you on the velvet.”
They moved to the State Dining Room, admiring the long table set for a royal banquet.
The Blue Room’s chandeliers sparkled above them. Madison paused by a velvet settee. “Would you bend me over that and take me from behind?” she asked, voice barely audible. Ryan’s breath hitched. “I’d slide my cock into your wet pussy while you hold onto the cushions and moan my name.”
They toured the King’s and Queen’s Suites, then reached the Imprisonment Room. The air grew heavier as they read about Queen Liliʻuokalani’s confinement. Ryan’s hand slid down her back, stopping just above the curve of her ass.
In the Basement Galleries they examined crowns and royal regalia.
Outside they strolled the palace grounds, passing banyan and palm trees, and saw the Coronation Pavilion.
They took an Uber to the Pioneer Saloon, where they shared mochiko chicken with rice and macaroni salad, sipping iced tea while their feet touched under the table. Madison’s toes traced the line of Ryan’s calf. “I’m so wet,” she whispered. “My cunt is dripping onto the seat.” Ryan shifted, adjusting his erection. “I want to bend you over this table and fuck you in front of everyone.”
They finished lunch and walked to The Royal Hawaiian to collect their luggage. The short ride to the airport was quiet, thick with anticipation. In the back seat Madison leaned against Ryan. She sighed, pressing into his touch.
At the terminal they checked their bags and found their gate. Madison rested her head on Ryan’s shoulder, voice soft. “We still have the book,” she reminded him. “And the whole flight home to read the next page.” Ryan kissed her temple, already imagining the next position they would try.
The Boeing 777 banked gently over the Pacific, its cabin lights dimmed to a soft amber glow. Ryan and Madison settled into their first-class seats, the familiar scent of leather and champagne filling the air. As the seatbelt sign clicked off, a familiar face appeared at the end of the aisle.
Amanda, the same first-class attendant who had flirted with them on the outbound flight, approached with a knowing smile. Her navy uniform hugged her curves, the gold wings pinned above her left breast catching the light.
“Well, look who’s back,” Amanda said, her voice low and warm. “How was the honeymoon?”
Madison’s cheeks flushed instantly. “Amazing,” she managed. “We ... we’ve been using the book.”
Amanda’s eyes sparkled. “Still making progress?”
“We love it so far,” Madison answered, the blush deepening, “but we haven’t finished it.”
Amanda winked and continued down the aisle. Ryan reached over and squeezed Madison’s thigh. “She remembers us.”
“Of course she does,” Madison whispered back, already feeling the familiar heat building between her legs.
Once the plane leveled at cruising altitude, Madison unbuckled and stood. “I’ll be right back,” she told Ryan, then made her way to the galley where Amanda was arranging drink carts.