Chapter Three
Monday morning came all too quick. We had one day to check over everything we needed, pack our bags, and then hit the store for anything we didn't have. It was made even shorter as Ms. Laura stopped in Sunday to take Emily clothes shopping for the trip.
I tried to travel as light as possible, but there were dozens of last-second additions. I barely managed to fit it all into a rucksack and a smaller backpack for a carry-on. Emily, in her infinite grace, was able to take twice as much, but in just one roller suitcase.
At four a.m., it was still dark, save for the amber light of a single lamp. I sat in the front room, my feet kicked up on one of our bags, waiting. Emily was fixing herself up in the bedroom.
The last time I headed overseas was on deployment. It was lucky I still had my passport from an aborted trip a few years ago.
From my chair, I thought about what was in store for me. I would be with two beautiful women for ten days. Leashes, collars, and a few other toys were in one of our bags. If I didn't figure they saw it all the time, I'd be more worried about going through security.
Emily strolled in.
"You ready to go?" she asked me sarcastically.
She looked amazing, as always. Her makeup was fresh, and her hair was done up. She wore a white floral-patterned sundress. She was well aware of their power over me and wasn't afraid to flaunt it.
Emily made a quick spin, "Do I look like a Parisian?"
I nodded silently, captivated by her beauty, but dug up enough self-respect to say something snarky, "You look like we're going to be late."
She looked at the clock above the mantle, "We have like ten minutes?"
I smirked, "That's not enough time for me to do what I want to do to you."
"Oh!" she nodded, catching my meaning, "We still wouldn't have to be late. I'm served to go."
Emily lifted her flowing skirt to reveal she wasn't wearing panties.
I walked closer to her, grabbing her by her shoulders.
"Looks like we might be joining the mile-high club," I said.
I ran my hands over her dress. The fabric was extremely light. It was only by a miracle it was even opaque. I felt down the small of her back and then over her round, firm ass. I could pull her cheeks apart through the material.
Returning my attention to her face, I kissed her. She was so sweet and loving. It was the perfect disguise for her kinky edge.
I pulled myself away, resisting the urge to start something I didn't have time to finish, "Ms. Laura will be here soon with the taxi. We should probably get outside."
The two of us sat on our porch in the crisp early morning air. I held Emily's hand and felt the ring I put on it. I could hardly believe I was going to marry this woman. Our future seemed so bright. We both wanted kids and to come home to a house filled with wholesome love.