The Hotel was three towering buildings, Buildings A, B, and C. Each was 20 stories and had 50 rooms on each floor, plus 5 penthouses on the top.
Because of traffic, we arrived around 12:30, and took an hour for lunch before taking a walk on the beach (which was boring, there was nowhere to change so we couldn’t go swimming).
We went to sign in at, well, sign-in time, 3.
A was on our left, and was nothing but rooms, However B and C both had the first two floors taken up by something, B directly in from of us, and C to our right.
The first two floors of B were the lobby, and the first two of C were the pool. We walked into the lobby and there was a mess-up.
Apparently the kid who Dad talked to was a rookie and heard him wrong. He thought Dad was looking to see if the room was free AT THAT MOMENT, no reserving it for NOW.
We were going to get a penthouse with a living room, kitchen, 2 balconies, a hot tub, 4 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms with Jacuzzi tubs, and 1 powder room.
The guy we were talking to now said we could get that for one night, then we’d need to get 3 different rooms, one on one floor and the others a floor above it for the rest of the week.
This was alright, One room for Dana and Adam, one for Mom and Dad, and one for Aden and I.
We got up to our one-night room in B2001. We took two hours to get settled and unpacked as Aden and I talked about Far Cry 3, hobbies, and altogether got to know each other (which exited me to no end, knowing this little guy). Our room was a small room with two beds and a direct (and only) passage to our bathroom, on the other side of my bed.
Aden and I wanted to go to the pool, but Mom, Dad, Dana, and Adam had stayed up late the night before and wanted to relax in the hot tub.
“Can we go alone?” Aden asked me in our room.
“Let me ask,” I said, halfway to the door, “I mean, we’ll be fine, I’m a black belt in Taekwondo.”
He smiled assuringly and gave me two thumbs up.
He was adorable.
I exited and walked up to mom, “Can Aden and I go alone? To the pool, I mean?”
She glanced at Dana.
Dana and her stared for a while then both answered, “fine.”
I went back into the room.
“She said yes, and so did your mom.”
“Yes!” He shouted. He was so cute when he was exited.
He pulled swim trunks and a swim shirt out of his backpack.
He unbuttoned his pants, then, as if realizing I was there, looked at me, and turned red.
“Do you mind if I change in here?” He asked.
“No, go ahead, I’ll look away.”
He muttered, “thanks,” as I turned away (something told me he wasn’t enthusiastic about me turning around) and I positioned myself in front of the window where I saw his reflection. He pulled off his pants and I saw well shaped thighs and shins, with a small amount of blond wisps of gold hair, then he took off his shirt, laying his trunks and shirt on the bed behind him, revealing a beautiful, flat, pale-ish chest, with blue boxers with a small bump. He grabbed the small bump and messaged it slightly until he shook his head and eased off the boxers, revealing the same small penis, which had grown slightly and was most likely lingering between 2.5 inches and 3.