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lots of room and some privacy.  The stewardess had delivered a bottle of champagne as soon as the seat belt warning was turned off.  Most of the passengers were sleeping so I raised the armrest between us and pulled Amy into my arms.  We sipped the bubbly, whispered and made out for about an hour.  Her intermittent yawns let me know she was having trouble staying awake and truth be known so was I.  Soon, her head was on a pillow in my lap and we slept.
    I woke to the stewardess’ announcement that it was time to buckle up for our San Francisco landing.  After a four hour layover, we were again airborne and on our way to Hawaii.  We arrived in Honolulu mid-afternoon.  By the time we retrieved our luggage, found a cab and got checked into our hotel it was dinnertime.  Neither of us felt hungry, so I called room service and asked that they send up some champagne and a fruit platter.
    I could see that Amy was nervous and tried to control my desire to pull her into the king-size bed and lose myself in her body.  We had unpacked by the time our refreshments arrived.  I poured our drinks, took her hand and walked out onto the balcony.  We sipped, talked and watched the sun begin its nightly descent behind a spectacular view of Diamond Head. I was kissing and caressing her as she snuggled in my arms.
    “Honey, I want to make love to my wife.”  I lifted her chin and looked into her eyes.
    Her smile was timid, but an attempt at agreement. She nodded and spoke softly  “I know, but I need to freshen up first.”
    I hugged her close for a moment, then released her.  “Don’t make me wait too long, Sweetheart.”
    She was already back in the suite and gathering her nightwear.  She slipped into the bathroom and shortly I could hear the shower.  I unpacked a pair of pajamas and a silk robe, again gifts from her parents.  I hadn’t worn pajamas since junior high.  As I started to put them on, I decided I needed a shower too.  I was surprised to find the bathroom door locked. Apparently, she wasn’t ready for company as yet, so I slipped into the pajamas and robe.
    After what seemed like hours, the door opened to my angel wearing a soft and silky, ivory negligee.  She hesitated in the doorway.  I patted the sofa next to me and held out a glass of champagne.  Once she was beside me with her perfume doing its magic on my senses, I nearly forgot about my shower.  Reluctantly, I pulled away.
    “Amy, I need a shower.  Wait right here.  I won’t be but a couple of minutes.”
    She smiled nervously and nodded.  I pulled the food cart over and fed her a strawberry.  Her smile broadened.  “Hold that thought.”  I smiled and disappeared into the bathroom.  I left the door ajar hoping for company, but I showered alone.  Within minutes, I was back on the couch dressed only in my pajama bottoms.  I turned off the lights leaving us visible to each other only in the moonlight streaming into our suite.
    It seemed like ages since those first few days back in Texas when we met.  With her in my arms my urges were becoming stronger in anticipation of what the night was to bring.  We kissed and explored with our hands, taking it ever so slowly.  We fed each other pieces of fruit and her giggles affirmed my belief that I was opening up new worlds and experiences for her.  Eventually, we got serious and my hands began their search of her forbidden places.  She trembled, but did not stay my hands.
    I carried her to the bed.  She was trembling and quiet as I slipped in beside her.
    I pulled her into my embrace and felt her arms slip around to caress my back in response.  My kisses moved from her face, to her throat and down to the top of her breast as my hand came up to cup it. My mouth moved down to the nipple and I suckled it through the satin gown.  Her trembling increased as my hand eased across her abdomen and on down to caress her inner thigh.
    She whimpered and pushed at my chest.
    I stopped and brought my