1. Chanel and Ethan 24


    Date: 12/21/2015, Categories: Oral Sex, Author: tangerinesky, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    I'm not sure what I had expected, but it certainly wasn’t this. I start to have a small panic attack and look over to Ethan with wide eyes. “You can’t take me to Puerto Rico,” I say as a statement of fact. He steps away from the line and leads me a few feet to give us privacy. This must have been the reaction he was waiting for. “I understand if you don’t want to go with me,” Ethan says sincerely. And he’s telling the truth; I can see his face accepting my resistance. “It’s too much,” I complain, still shell shocked. “Is that what you’re worried about?” he asks calmly. “Well...yeah. We can’t just go to Puerto Rico on a whim,” I say, playing with the sleeves of my shirt. “So, you’re not opposed to spending that kind of alone time with me?” Ethan asks, slightly hopeful, still patient. I think about that for a moment, and I only need a second of thought. A warm sandy beach vacation with Ethan until Tuesday? I don’t have a single problem with that. “Of course not. I just can’t let you take me though; it’s too much,” I repeat and he gives me a warm smile. “Chanel, I can afford it,” he reassures me and I shake my head. “I don’t have a passport,” I claim. I know the U.S. and Puerto Rico have some kind of supportive relationship, but surely I’d still need a passport to leave the country. He’s still smiling and I realize he would have thought of this already. “You don’t need one. Puerto Ricans are American citizens.” I can’t believe this. “You really want to take me to Puerto Rico?” ...
    I ask, staring into his big green eyes. Ethan sets down my bag, his still slung over his shoulder, and steps forward to wrap his arms around me. “I want nothing more than to celebrate my newly acquired freedom with you on a beach for the rest of the week,” he says, looking down at me. I stare at him, battling with myself. If I tell him to take me home now, I know he would in a heart beat. But I’d still be hanging out with him this weekend regardless. He says he can afford it. Obviously he already went through the trouble of purchasing tickets, a rental car, and certainly a room while we’re there. As I stare at him with my large blue eyes, I can tell he really wants this. He was nervous all night, wondering if I would even want to do something like this with him. It’s a very intimate gesture. And suddenly I’m overwhelmed with flattery. ‘Just do it,’ something whispers to me and I smile shyly at him. “Okay,” I say, taking a deep breath and he looks so fucking excited. “Really?” he asks, his green eyes sparkling. How can I say no to that face? “Really,” I nod my head and he kisses me hard. We go through all the wonderful obstacles of security, and eventually get on the plane. First class. As we take our seats in the back row, our comfortable, private seats, I turn to Ethan. “First class?” I ask him, trying to seem collected. “What? It’s the best way to fly,” he says simply and I start feeling insignificant again. “Ethan, I can’t pay you back. Not anytime soon at least.” He is ...
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