Vacation Sex

(This was originally published in the Sensual 'n Secret blog on March 1st 2009.)

For my birthday a few years, I flew to Atlanta with my other significant other. She lives on the East Coast, and I live in the Midwest.

You might ask, "Why Atlanta?" Being a hub, tickets were cheaper for the two of us to fly to Atlanta than for one of us to fly to the other's city. Really, that was most of the reason. We didn't care much about sightseeing in Atlanta -- we only had three nights together. If the city had too many attractions, we would feel pressure to see them, rather than spending the time in bed. If it had just a little tourist stuff, we wouldn't to have tell our friends, "Oh, we barely made it out of bed," even if it was true. It most certainly was going to be true. So, it was Atlanta, because it interesting enough, but not too interesting.

We flew in Saturday evening, took the train from the airport, and scoped out the hotel. It was a nice, historic hotel, so it had a magnificent lobby, high-quality shampoo and hand soaps, decent coffee in the kitchen, a living room, and a big bedroom with a king-sized bed. This last was most important, because the clothes came off within fifteen minutes of going through the door. We had the sex of no schedules, no kids, in a strange city, in a strange hotel room. In other words, Vacation Sex.

I don't know what anyone elses version of vacation sex is, but I'll tell you about mine. The key features for me are frequent sex and exotic sex.  I want a lot of sex, and I want it different than sex at home.

That first night we had sex for an hour and a half before we called room service for some much-needed dinner. We ate and talked, and then had more sex before going to sleep. Since we had no schedule and we knew we could sleep in -- a rare occurrence at best, waking up in the middle of the night for more sex was expected. Then we woke up in the morning, had Sunday morning sex, a shower with those lovely soaps and shampoos, and then a nice late breakfast in the hotel restaurant. More sex before we left for the mall. We giggled about the maid staff commenting about what they'd find.

"Ay dios mio! Look! Eight condoms!"

"Eight? They only checked in at ten last night? Mary, mother of God! I wish Mario could do that."

I usually don't shop much on vacation, but we had discovered a Lush store in town. A previous girlfriend had gotten me hooked on Lush organic bath products. It was also an excuse to leave the hotel for a few hours. We cuddled and kissed on the train, staring long and deep into each others' eyes. The Lush store is sensuous, filled with delicious aromas. We each bought something for ourselves and for our partners back home.

Our excursion let us rest up and we came back to the hotel ready for more sex, but not just any sex. Rope was involved. Then we dressed for dinner, undressed for a quickie, and redressed. The restaurant we'd picked was far from the train, so we had the hotel call us a cab in which we made out. There’s nothing like a sumptuous French meal with good wine to get you in the mood for more sex. Are you catching the theme here? Again in the morning when we left for the day, we laughed about the maids.

"Seven today! And eight yesterday!"

"How can they even walk? I wish."

"They left rope tied to the bed! ¡Travieso!"

On our last full day and night, we had an actual tourist thing to do: the Georgia Aquarium. This would end up being our favorite thing to tell our friends and family about. It distracted them from asking about how much sex we’d had and those two dozen condoms.

Oh, and I recommend the aquarium in its own right, unrelated to how much you need an alibi for vacation sex.