One-Year Anniversary At Wollongong Novotel – Mad Chaos: June 21, 1998

Meet With Lyssa At The Train Station

Saturday morning I think I was woken up by a call from Lyssa.  The time was 12:30pm and it was time for us to get ready.  

“What do you think we should take to the hotel,” I made plans with Lyssa over the phone.  “Don’t forget to call the bus department to find out how much our fares will cost and how long it will take to reach Wollongong.”  

In the meantime, I called the ‘Novotel’ and made sure our booking was still valid.  

Calling Lyssa back, we talked a little more about it.  

“Can you come meet me at Leumeah station?  We can buy some food from the shopping center there,” Lyssa asked.

Then we were on our way.  I had a shower and had something to eat.  Then packing a plastic bag with my camera, some clothes and other necessities I left for Campbelltown.  I only stopped to buy some hair gel from Bradbury shops.

Arriving at Leumeah, I began my journey to the other side.  As I arrived I noticed Lyssa getting a lift from her mum.  That would be right.  While I walk a couple of kilometers and then some extra just to meet Lyssa at Leumeah, she gets the easy way down and gets a lift with her mum.  I feel stupid for saying that now because popping the boot, she pulled out a massive suitcase, sort of like the ones you take when you travel overseas.  I’m not really that stupid for mentioning it because what Lyssa put in the bag was ridiculous.

Going shopping for some food was torture.  Lyssa picked her items and I was getting irritated because she was being picky with me taking my time when we had an hour.  Not finding anything worthy and not buying orange juice because it was costly, I bought some chewing gum.  Then we were on our way.  

In Lyssa’s suitcase (which by the way I had to carry for the remainder of our trip), she brought three pairs of clothes.  Considering we were only staying one night, her excuse, she couldn’t chose.  On top of that, a couple of shirts, a skirt, her hair dryer, makeup bag (no girl can leave home without the last two items), toothbrush, toothpaste and some other antisocial items.  Blasphemy was my first thoughts but I put up with her poor taste and judgment on my behalf.

The Bus To Wollongong

Lyssa and I were fine as wine as we headed for Campbelltown and sat down waiting for our bus.  Half an hour early, we sat there talking about directions to the ‘Novotel’ and about the breakfast buffet we were both looking forward to.  The bus arrived on time.  Paying our fare each of $5.80 we jumped on board.  Cheap as chips is what I thought of the price.  I hauled the bag to the back of the bus and we sat down.

On the way to Wollongong these two kids (where the boy was aged six and the girl was three) started talking to the both of us.  They were cute.  Their parents at the front who were distinctly living in housing commission lots didn’t shine any similarity to these two little bundles of joy.  Well not exactly that but they were nice, enjoyable little kids.  They jumped off at Rosemeadow.  After Lyssa had helped me put my hair in a ponytail we enjoyed each other’s company the rest of the trip to Wollongong.

Now dark and almost 6pm we headed through the suburban parts of Wollongong.  Then turning back, we were dropped off right out the front of the ‘Novotel’.  Clutching the suitcase in my hand, Lyssa and I thanked the helpful bus driver and then headed into the ‘Novotel’.  The only time that I have been in there before was the times that all the boys ransacked the place.  

Arriving To The Wollongong Novotel

This time, as a distinguished couple, we received our key for the room from the desk.  We paid in cash.  Then clenching Lyssa’s suitcase, we caught the elevator.  People were seated in the foyer as usual.  A couple of limousines were out the front, while inside were the eminent guests of the parade.  

Reaching level eight we checked our room number on the key to realize it was just around the corner.  Taking the honors of opening the door, we turned on the lights to our surprise finding an adequate and tolerable room.  Walking around I found it to be below standards compared to the size of the ‘Macarthur Motor Inn’ and the economics between the prices of both rooms.  

To explain the significant surroundings, there was a sizeable bathroom, which took up one third of the total room.  With a jet spa, shower (with only one jet which I found disappointing), taps, storage facilities and a toilet.

Now, the faults with the room were this.  To start off with, the toilet, (once sitting down) was facing the bathroom mirror.  Only for the extremely perverted, a daily perve while you’re sitting on the toilet and your veins on your neck are popping out from sheer force and determination on your face is not my cup of tea.  Luckily while seated, the bench came up to your neck so you could only see your face in action, but that’s well enough.  

Even more, if you were urinating, all you had to do was pour out at an angle perpendicular to the toilet bowl and you could see yourself in action using a full sized mirror.  Very ingenious.  Whoever thought out the plans for the bathroom were obviously demoralized and sexually deprived.  

Another little flaw about the toilet system.  Although not a flaw, I would like to say that large round metal buttons you normally find in public toilets that you find above the actual toilet does not add prestige to the price of the room.

Phew, out of the bathroom now the main room (and only other room) was starting to shape up my attitude, even though I knew at the first sight of the room I wouldn’t appreciate it.  With a double bed, laden with sheets and pillows, a round plastic table with four chairs, a sofa, coffee table, study table, large television, two telephones, an in-built radio, a couple of dormitory lights, and a bar in the middle of the room, my liking was increasing comfortably.  

The only problem was that they had plenty of little snacks, wines and drinks on store in the fridge and out in the open.  The only problem, they weren’t complimentary.  About to jump into them, Lyssa told me that they would cost us.  So upset, I left them alone.

Celebrating One-Year Anniversary In Wollongong

Stepping out onto the veranda on our eighth floor, with the sun already set, we watched the waves in the distance splashing onto the luminous sand.  As the chill swept the night sky and the glaze of the moon was hidden behind the pallid clouds, we strode back into our main quarters.  

The room was good, with some flaws that I would get used to.  Although the hotel room was below expectations and probably not worth the money spent, my time with Lyssa on our one-year anniversary together would comfort me greatly.

Thought.  Seeming Penelope is always trying to compete against Lyssa and I in someway regarding relationships, I always find it comforting knowing Lyssa and I hooked up before they did.  Penelope takes pleasure from emulating our major occurrences.  I take pleasure in knowing that Lyssa and I will always be the first to be together for a week, for a month, for six months and for a year.  Take heed, no carbon copies will exceed the real thing.

Buying Takeaway Dinner 

After unpacking, Lyssa and I started reading all the items that were there for us to read.  Finding bathrobes that are there for our use, we both put them on, taking our clothes off underneath.  Now we were lying on the double bed, clad in bathrobes and watching the home based movie channel.  Cracking out our food for the night, Lyssa and I started nibbling into a large packet of chips and some lemon rolls.

Still feeling a hunger, we searched through our leftover cash to find $13 for the night.  With that we thought to head across the street where we noticed a takeaway shop and order some food.  Our first intentions were to travel to Lonestar, which we had noticed from the bus, but we gathered it would be a long, precarious journey.  

Catching the elevator again, we walked out.  Lyssa noted we must look puerile to the staff.  Regardless, we walked across the street and ordered hot chips, calamari, fish and some drinks.  One of the younger lady’s from the wedding reception came over to buy some food.  Lyssa and I complimented on her physique and her breasts because we were bored.

Purchasing our food we headed back for the Novotel hotel.  We felt inane bringing foreign food into their hotel.  Nevertheless, we headed for the elevator and met up with the same man that was coming down with us.  The Hotel’s food I might add was a tad expensive, $16 for a piece of fish.  Yep, tell me about it.  

Infiltrating our room, we found it in the same condition as we left it.  Sitting down on the plastic round table, we enjoyed our dinner.

A Hot Spa Bath With Lyssa

When all was eaten Lyssa and I decided to jump into the spa.  While we were eating, the spa was filling up.  Near the end we added bubble soap to the water.  Gratuitous nudity was allowed in the spa as we both stripped off and jumped in.  Lyssa took her time taking her robe off because she was ashamed of her body.  I didn’t see a problem.  After ten minutes of bickering she finally came in.  Lying across from me, we both enjoyed the shallow warmth that the bath was releasing.

Lyssa now took the liberty of introducing a new era to her body.  Not only had Lyssa shaved her legs in preparation to Saturday night but she also shaved her portion neatly.  Displaying her new work of art, I thought it was sexy and cute.  While in the spa, urges started running wild, but I thought to myself we have all night, why not sustain our moment and tantalize each other.

With that thought, Lyssa came over to me and we started kissing passionately.  As both of us would admit, these days, kissing and involving the tongue would be a sparse affair.  

There we were for a couple of minutes finding each other once again.  

From there I kind of took over.  Lyssa was literally floating on top of the water (with the help of my hands), enjoying herself in the uttermost pleasure.  Not giving too much away, we both enjoyed the serenity of the moment.

A Note From The Future

Here I come from the future to add an extra angle to my story of the spa.  If not already duly noted after Lyssa and I were kissing ever so passionately, my mind was very torridly thinking sensual thoughts.  Sitting Lyssa on top of the spa in full view of my manhood I pleasured her from within the water, with my tongue, I purged her already moistened sensation, her legs buckling so silently.  As a new experience Lyssa and I both enjoyed it.  

Then, holding myself aloft of the water Lyssa started upon me with water in her mouth to make much sensual the motion that made me so hard and eager.  This I still remember and deem it very important to note within these pages rather than in the time I am grouping at now.  

In a time of Shakespeare, from thy future I step forth to write in this lengthy paragraph.  An exact date can I give, well I must, which is a day of August 17^th, 1998.  No more shall I say than this is my last entry of the day.  Now back to the reality of the past, of this day, shall I leave you once again.

Taking Photos In The Novotel Hotel

As time progressed, my hands started looking like that of an aged old mans so we both agreed to jump out.  Drying ourselves we placed our bathrobes back onto our naked bodies and lay back on the bed.  Lyssa thought we both looked cute in them.  So setting up the camera I took a shot or two of us lying down on the bed and in the bathroom with our bathrobes.  I took some more photos of the room.  Then it was time to watch some television.

Experimenting With Our Bodies

Little time passed by before Lyssa and I started to feel the heat.  Lyssa hadn’t received oral stimulation from me for a while now and I thought it was a good time to perform.  Lyssa (for the first time really) didn’t mind me exploring from how close I was.  With that, Lyssa and I were aroused more as I could distinguish the key players in Lyssa’s pleasure.  That progressed and was more heated.  As the gory bits can’t fully be explained here let me say this…  Lyssa firstly gave me oral before I gave to her.  It felt great.  

After giving Lyssa oral, she didn’t want to end it there, so we straddled up.  Freakishly, I concluded too soon.  Some rest and a shower later I came back.  Lyssa and I finished off what I had started, once again giving Lyssa oral and sending her screaming.  The next door neighbors at the time were bound to hear it.

That was finished.  After that I had another shower.  Jumping out, Lyssa had my clothes on, including my hat, and was lying in bed.  Shifting only her eyes towards my direction, she gave me a quirky smile.  Thinking this was cute I decided to take a picture.  Lyssa looked like one of the boys in my clothes.  I found it funny.  

The Conceited Man’s Mirror

After taking a photo of Lyssa, I set the camera to take a picture of both of us.  Taking our photos, I started to feel a pain in my stomach.  Realizing that it might have been the orange juice I had bought from the take away shop, I think it makes you have diarrhea.

Feeling small pains again I thought it would be safe to visit the toilet.  This is where I found out about the mirror being used as a conceited man’s device to view his pleasure.  Trying not to make much noise, I knew Lyssa could probably hear it through the walls.  Seated on the bowl, I let out a bodily noise.  Then viewing myself in the mirror I started laughing.  Some more noise came from my body and I burst out in some more laughter.  Whenever I would make some bodily noise or be straining, I would look at myself in the mirror and laugh.  It must be a mirror for a conceited person.

After stinking out the toilet I locked tightly the door.  Then Lyssa and I headed to the balcony where we sat down on the plastic seats that were ours for the night.  The temperature was nearing zero degrees for another night in winter.  For that, I closed the screen door so no cold air would enter the room.  

Locking Ourselves Out On The Balcony

The time was 12:30am and Lyssa and I were eating chips.  I sat in a gown and my pants, while Lyssa had all my clothes on.  Starting to get cold Lyssa and I thought it was time to go back inside.

Sliding the screen door, I heard a jolting sensation from the door.  Looking bewildered, I then noticed that the screen door was locked.  I once again tried to open the door.  With no success, I told Lyssa the situation thinking there must be a trick to opening the screen door.  Not really worried at this point we thought the screen door would open.  By the way, I’ve already written this passage, you would gather that we have started to encounter some difficulties, you haven’t heard half of it yet.

On my way to being pissed off I gathered the screen door was locked and was thinking what to do.  With only a metal poled picket type fence separating our room from our next door neighbor I thought of knocking on their window for some assistance.  Figuring we should try the door, once more we pulled with all our might, but nothing budged.  

Thinking through the possibilities, it was evidently clear that if no one came out on their balcony for the night (there was no soul to be seen all night), the only time someone would come into the room was in the morning when the cleaners come in at 12pm.  

Climbing Over The Balcony For Help

Lyssa and I started to get cold and worried, so we started knocking on the next-door neighbors windows.  Rudely enough, there were lights on but no one was even checking what the noise was.  Hearing us trying to break into our own room, they must have thought we were burglars.

The metal-poled fences were light and flimsy and perpendicular to the fence.  Separating our neighbor was the fencing that kept us from falling off the balcony.  Choosing to climb the neck high fence to reach the next neighbor, I was completely aware that I could fall three stories into a glass dome roof and probably fall into the dining area.  Taking that risk, I jumped up.  

As I was halfway between the frail fence it jerked underneath me.  At that moment Lyssa grabbed my body for stabilization as I jumped stealthily onto the neighbors balcony.  Knocking on the window next to our neighbors, once again no response even though their light was also on.  Disappointed, I jumped back over the fence to meet with Lyssa.

Extremely angry now at the safety of this hotel and the fact that the door can lock itself so easily and without hassle, I started cussing at the Novotel Hotel.  At that instant a light went on to our left.  Knocking on the window, I asked Lyssa to call out for some assistance because it was more likely for her voice to be heard over mine.  Exactly right, a guy came out (whom we were spying on when we arrived and first checked out the balcony, he noticed us).  In his nightie we kindly asked him to ring the concierge.  That was done.  Coming back out, he assured us that we would get some assistance.

Waiting To Be Rescued By Hotel Staff 

Diverting our attention to the front door Lyssa and I were now relieved that we would finally rid this torment and torture.  As both of us looked at the front door, we particularly noticed the front door lock.  Gasping in horror, we noticed the latch was on, which meant when they opened the door the latch would stop them.  Too late, the door opened, only to be met by a sudden halt in force.  The latch was preventing any entry into our room.  Lyssa and I were once again worried.

Lyssa and I couldn’t stop laughing at the fact we were locked out on the balcony and everyone else was locked out of our room.  As a manly hand probed through the small gap left by the loose chain-like lock, we couldn’t help but to hysterically laugh at the chaos we had caused.  Every now and again the hand would go away and then come back with a screwdriver, then a pole and then finally, after twenty minutes of fiddling around, a pair of bolt cutters.  Cutting the lock right off, he walked into our room.  Straight away, with a grim look on his face he looked towards the ground where Lyssa’s lingerie lay on top of a mess.  Unsympathetic, he opened the balcony door.  

Lyssa with my Adidas pants on and my jumper covering nothing but her bare chest, we walked back into the room somewhat embarrassed.  More over, I was embarrassed at the fact I was wearing their bathrobe.  After surveying the damage, he quickly left our room to give us some privacy.  I’m pretty sure I didn’t get charged.

The Harrowing Experience Behind Us

After that whole ordeal I was so pissed off I just wanted to find the compliment paper where I write what I felt of the Novotel Hotel.  Ready I was to let out my anger on some paper but after some constant searching I couldn’t find it.  The only conclusion to the missing questionnaire, the staff member took it.

After that whole ordeal Lyssa and I had another laugh and a bitch about the uncaring nature of the staff.  We commented on how they would have treated us like children instead of paying customers.  What’s more, I would have cast some doubt with the staff when they thought we were married and jotted that down.

With the time creeping up to 1:30am I lay awake watching television, as Lyssa went to sleep.  Half an hour later I joined Lyssa and acknowledging that we had crept into Sunday and one year together, we kissed each other’s lips and lay together cuddling.