SexyVita
A Wanton of Words
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The week had been every bit as exhausting as Sarah had predicted, but the nights had been a joy. Sex, and especially snuggling, with Elise was so much better than with any of her past boyfriends. None of the evenings had yet exceeded the alcohol feuled frenzy of last Friday, but that was fine with Sarah. The comfort and security she felt in Elise's arms was so much more important.
The week had been exhausting for another reason, as well, Sarah's mounting unease over the holiday they were preparing for. The only thing that had kept her from just calling the whole thing off, despite the money they'd put down on the trip, was Elise. It was obvious that Elise was more than just ordinarily excited about the trip, and since last Friday, making Elise happy had become a top priority for Sarah, even if it meant stepping out of her comfort zone to do it. Still, Sarah was not sure if she was up to this trip.
Nevertheless, Sarah found herself somewhere she'd never expected to be a week ago, on a plane with Elise, headed for a sex-filled week in the Caribbean. Sarah had enough frequent flier miles to get them both upgrades to first class, so instead of being crammed into coach like sardines, they had roomy seats that could recline much further if they wanted to sleep part of the fight. The only discomforting thing for Sarah about the flight itself was the fact that she felt practically naked in the dress she was wearing. In fact, she was far from naked, but Elise had absolutely forbid Sarah from bringing any clothes that she had not personally picked out for Sarah. Unfortunately for Sarah, that meant no slacks, long skirts or dresses, or anything that hid Sarah's ample bosom.
So it was that Sarah was sitting in the aisle seat, with Elise by the window, in a green dress that looked absolutely stunning against her red hair, but felt both uncomfortably short on the bottom and too revealing on the top. Since they'd boarded first, Sarah had been able to feel the eyes of the other passengers on her as they boarded. Not all of them seemed to approve, but several, including one rather exotic looking woman with dark skin, gave her appraising looks that made her shiver, though whether from desire or fear, Sarah wasn't certain.
Still, despite all the nervousness and fear, Elise was her touchstone. Since they'd left that morning in an Uber, she'd been touching Elise whenever possible. Mostly that meant holding her hand, but now, settled onto the plane, Sarah leaned over and set her head against Elise's shoulder and one hand on her stockinged leg. "You know that if you weren't here, I'd never be doing this. My heart is going a million time a minute, and we haven't even left the ground yet!"
The week had been exhausting for another reason, as well, Sarah's mounting unease over the holiday they were preparing for. The only thing that had kept her from just calling the whole thing off, despite the money they'd put down on the trip, was Elise. It was obvious that Elise was more than just ordinarily excited about the trip, and since last Friday, making Elise happy had become a top priority for Sarah, even if it meant stepping out of her comfort zone to do it. Still, Sarah was not sure if she was up to this trip.
Nevertheless, Sarah found herself somewhere she'd never expected to be a week ago, on a plane with Elise, headed for a sex-filled week in the Caribbean. Sarah had enough frequent flier miles to get them both upgrades to first class, so instead of being crammed into coach like sardines, they had roomy seats that could recline much further if they wanted to sleep part of the fight. The only discomforting thing for Sarah about the flight itself was the fact that she felt practically naked in the dress she was wearing. In fact, she was far from naked, but Elise had absolutely forbid Sarah from bringing any clothes that she had not personally picked out for Sarah. Unfortunately for Sarah, that meant no slacks, long skirts or dresses, or anything that hid Sarah's ample bosom.
So it was that Sarah was sitting in the aisle seat, with Elise by the window, in a green dress that looked absolutely stunning against her red hair, but felt both uncomfortably short on the bottom and too revealing on the top. Since they'd boarded first, Sarah had been able to feel the eyes of the other passengers on her as they boarded. Not all of them seemed to approve, but several, including one rather exotic looking woman with dark skin, gave her appraising looks that made her shiver, though whether from desire or fear, Sarah wasn't certain.
Still, despite all the nervousness and fear, Elise was her touchstone. Since they'd left that morning in an Uber, she'd been touching Elise whenever possible. Mostly that meant holding her hand, but now, settled onto the plane, Sarah leaned over and set her head against Elise's shoulder and one hand on her stockinged leg. "You know that if you weren't here, I'd never be doing this. My heart is going a million time a minute, and we haven't even left the ground yet!"