1. The Fast Lane


    Date: 11/16/2017, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Coco, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    Maelynn glanced out at the crisp morning as pillow like clouds dotted the light blue sky. She never really appreciated the simplistic beauty of the morning sky until then, but she would never lose sight of such a simple pleasure again. She took a breath and gazed at the plush luxuries of the private jet. Three brown buttery leather chairs were on one side of the jet where she sat wide eyed, ogling the furnishings. Maelynn pulled off her red Jimmy Choo pumps and sunk her toes into the deep carpeting that filled the large cabin. A fragrant arrangement of flowers that she couldn’t name was on a wooden table with a gold leafed border, and the champagne flute that she emptied upon entering the jet now sat in front of her full. She lifted the delicate crystal and bringing it to her cherry red lips, she drank, and looked across at the deep leather couch. Sunlight trickled through the window next to her and onto her fiancé, Douglas. He was engulfed in the leather, his lanky form sleeping deeply. Often, Maelynn wondered why Doug chose her. He could’ve had any woman in the world and he chose her and, truth be told, she cared for him--maybe even loved him, but she was not in love with him. The international flight was taking longer than she expected in a private jet, but looking around, she truly could not complain. Kissing Doug’s forehead, she left him and thought about how she would approach her father. Maelynn never knew the man that impregnated her mother and sent her back to the ...
    United States, but he was the reason for her flight to Monaco, to one of the most exciting racing events in the world, the Monaco Formula 1 Grand Prix. Sipping champagne, Maelynn let her thoughts drift. “Maelynn,” Doug spoke cautiously, voice thick with sleep. She was engrossed in her thoughts as she stared out at the idyllic sky. “Maelynn,” he said again, this time with more urgency. “Huh?” “Where are you? Excited about Monte Carlo?” Doug reached for her, and lifting her into his arms he kissed her. “Yes, baby.” The kiss deepened and Maelynn had an idea. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Maelynn let her hand drop inside his trousers. “Mile high?” “Yeah!” Doug walked them over to the leather sofa. Maelynn whispered, “But they will see…” “Mae, baby, you have a lot to learn about being wealthy,” he said as he pulled her thong aside and easily slid inside her. She reminded him that he was the wealthy one, not her. “Je ne suis pas riche, vous êtes,” she whispered in French, a language that he loved... the language that her mother forced her to learn. ~~~ The Fairmont Monte Carlo was built on the banks of the Mediterranean Sea and on one of the fastest hairpin curves of Formula 1 racing. The Monaco Formula 1 Grand Prix could be seen from the deck of certain deluxe rooms or other upper level decks. Maelynn, the raven haired beauty, walked side by side with Doug inside the Fairmont and took in the sophisticated lifestyle of the fabulously rich and famous. If the four-star hotel’s ...
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