Eliza drove with Jeanne to JFK to pick up her friend Sabrina, who was currently in a bar at the airport because her boyfriend was not able to pick her up. He was working late he told her, but he would see her in their apartment as soon as she got there.
Sabrina looked like a retro femme fatale. She wore a vintage dress, and her hair was done up in an old-fashioned style, but she looked terribly modern. With her drink in her hand, Sabrina stared at Eliza. Eliza wondered what she thought about her, before Sabrina looked at the bartender who she obviously had around her little finger and gestured to what she was drinking and the two women who approached her.
Jeanne hugged Sabrina immediately, Sabrina looked at Eliza and smiled.
“You must be Eliza,” Sabina said, and Eliza nodded as she extended her hand. Nice to meet you.”
Within moments, the three women were sitting at the bar with their Old Fashioneds
“Harry could not come pick me up because he was at work, and I understand that but I really wanted to see my man…” she said. “I was in London all of this time, comforting my friend Gui.”
“Comforting?” Jeanne said taking a sip of her Old Fashioned, and eyeing her friend closely.
Sabrina took a huge gulp of her Old Fashioned and used her form of sign language for the bartender to give her another.
“Well yes, I slept with him but it was not a big deal. It was something that happened. We have an open relationship,” Sabrina said, eyeing Eliza.
Eliza nodded.
“I had an open relationship with my husband before we were married, but at the moment neither of us is seeing anyone else. I was the last women he saw in addition to a primary woman. But he and I ended up getting married.”
“Oh,” Sabrina said, cradling her just handed to her by the whipped bartender Old Fashioned.
“Yes, we were supposed to get married for years, and then we broke up. He got engaged to another woman, and then we got back together and we got married.”
Eliza felt the warmth in her cheeks as she talked about her recent marriage. She was not sure that she and Rafe were not going to see anyone else ever again, but for now, they scorched their sheets only with each other.
The warmth came to her face, as she thought about how Rafe had made her almost late to the getting in the car with Jeanne. He had held her arms up over her head and tied her to the bedpost, while he kissed and licked her until she begged him to stop. He lapped her up like milk, and she cried out because it felt too good. When she begged him to stop, he pinched her nipples and she cried out.
“Stop please,” she purred, and he would not. She still throbbed between her legs and crossed and uncrossed them as the little vignette went through her mind…
“Well, I can tell you a story too…” Sabrina smiled, and her smile looked the cat that had lapped up all the milk…
More Masturbation Monday here, and more Wicked Wednesday here! Happy New Year! This is the first time that Eliza and Sabrina have met–read my next post for Sabrina’s saucy story!!!
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