If These Walls Could Talk Pt. 02 by TravelingThroughLife
If you’ve read any other installments in this series, you can skip the first two paragraphs. If this is your first time reading any story in the series, welcome!
I am Room 2902 of the Oahu Shores Resort and Spa in Honolulu, Hawaii. I have a king-sized bed, large desk with comfy chair, waterfall shower, whirlpool bathtub, and I am stocked with fine linens, robes and drinks in my minibar. My lanai, or balcony, overlooks the world-famous Waikiki Beach and Kalakaua Avenue, where my guests enjoy the sun, sand, waves, along with amazing dining and shopping when away from the beach. Being on the 29th floor, I’m offer privacy from the street and amazing ocean views.
But enough about me. People often use the phrase “If these walls could talk” to describe things which happen in a room. And after three decades since my construction, I have plenty of stories. The naughtiest stories are the sexual ones; over 30 years hundreds of couples have fucked thousands of times within my walls. Spring breakers have hooked up here, new marriages have been consummated here, established marriages have ended with cheating here, new life has been conceived here, sex workers have done business here. So many stories.
So, without further ado, here’s my first such story. It takes us back to 1992, and the first honeymooners I ever hosted.
2011: The Cougar and the Virgin
Us hotel rooms, we can’t talk to people, but we can talk to each other. We often know who comes back to our property, but very, very rarely do people get the same room. Some of the suites on the 32nd floor get celebrities or very wealthy people who are particular about which specific suite they like, but us regular rooms are viewed as a dime a dozen by nearly everyone.
Lisa and Jack were on their honeymoon, and were the first couple to fuck in my room, shortly after the hotel opened in 1992. Amazingly, they came back to the hotel nineteen years later. And in the coincidence of coincidences, they were assigned my room again. Only this time, there were two rooms on the reservation, and there were more than just Lisa and Jack. A teenager and a 30-something year old woman were traveling as well.
Jack had a few gray hairs, and despite having to be in his early 40s now, looked like he had not missed a day at the gym since I last saw him at age 25. Lisa still looked absolutely gorgeous, and not just for her 43 or so years, but for any age. While time, motherhood and gravity had all left some changes on her body, she wore them like badges of honor. Her long, straight blonde hair, piercing blue eyes and fit yet curvy figure would still turn many younger heads across the street on Waikiki Beach. They were still, very much, the traditional American “hot couple.”
When they started down the hall towards my front door, I’ll never forget the conversation that was said.
“Well, Avery, Mom and Dad are going to be in suite 3205, while it looks like you and Aunt Katia will be staying in Room 29–well would you look at that, room 2902, the same room you were conceived in!”
Avery pushed his dad to the side and protested: “Dad! I don’t need to hear things like that!” The whole family giggled.
Doing the math, I realized that Avery had just turned 18 a couple of months ago. And Avery had certainly inherited some amazing genes from his parents — and apparently, his parents’ diet and exercise habits. His father’s brown hair and his mothers’ blonde hair resulted in a dirty blonde look for himself. His hazel eyes also reflected the mix of his mother and father. While his parents would still be able to turn heads on the beach, Avery certainly would have any amount of attention he wanted. Throw on a bodysuit and he’d be indistinguishable from the surf instructors.
But who was this 30-ish year-old woman with him?
Piecing together the conversations I heard in my room over the week they were here, I think I figured out the family dynamics. Lisa had a brother, some six years younger, who met an even younger Katia while studying abroad for his masters’ degree in Ukraine. He was 24 at the time, she was 20 and an undergrad at a university in Odessa when they started dating. That would put her at around 33 years old now.
But where was Lisa’s brother? I kept hearing references to “the accident,” and while I never heard of what that accident was, it was clear that it was 2 or 3 years ago, and it claimed him. Lisa was a young widow, having lost her husband just before they would have started trying for children of their own. It sounded like Jack and Lisa were still close to Avery’s “Aunt” Katia, even though there was no bloodline, and the marriage line to their family was gone. Splitting a room with Avery allowed Katia to see Hawaii as part of a family vacation, would provide the young widow with an opportunity to share her vacation, and would cost far less than the expense of going to Hawaii by herself.
While Katia had learned the pain of a lost spouse at a young age, she still retained her youthful energy, and still was quite a catch. Jet black hair contrasted her wide blue eyes and Slavic facial features. A more petite woman than Lisa, maybe five foot four, Avery towered over her at six foot two. Katia’s English was pretty good, but a bit of a Russian accent still remained. And she had the frame of a woman still in her 20s. Not quite as curvy as Lisa, with B-cup breasts and hips that were womanly but narrower. Like the rest of her traveling companions, her body also screamed “fit.”
It became clear that Jack and Lisa considered Katia nothing other than an aunt, figuring she was almost twice Avery’s 18 years. They maintained a strict curfew for Avery– a rule Avery disliked, but his parents felt was their right until he moved away to college later that fall. Every night, at 11:00 PM, they checked in to make sure Avery was in the room. And Katia too, as they offered to pay for her half of the hotel room on the condition that she “kept an eye on” Avery.
Well it sure became apparent, though maybe not to Jack or Lisa, that Katia would do more than just “keep an eye on” Avery.
The first night together, after Jack had checked in and said goodnight, Katia and Avery started talking. They discussed if Katia had started dating guys again. Katia said she had been dating on and off, but had no exclusive or regular partner yet. Then Katia wanted to know if Avery had started dating. Avery mentioned he had been on a few dates, but was yet to have a steady girlfriend. Katia said all the usual things about how that was surprising, given his smarts, his looks, and his physique. And yet, as they spoke on, Katia sensed a bit of nervousness when it came to girls.
“Can I ask you something personal?” Katia asked in her cute Eastern European accent.
“I…I…I guess so.” Avery stammered back.
“How far have you gone with a girl so far?”
“Well…what do you mean…I mean…I haven’t…”
“Are you still a virgin?”
“Y…y…yes”
“Have you ever seen or touched a girl down there in real life?”