Dark Getaway

One Day My Prince Will Cum.

“Natalie, my sweet, I have booked us a little getaway.”

Corin's message had come through about 5 minutes ago and I still hadn’t replied. Subconsciously I began shaking my head, I must have looked like a fish as I snapped my mouth shut. Surely he couldn't be seriously contemplating this!

It had only been a few months since I had broke up with my Ex, he didn’t deem me worthy enough for him, after giving myself to him for the best part of 4 years. So when Corin and I first started flirting online it was all in innocent fun. Eventually I mustered up the courage to reply, “Corin, that is a really generous offer, but…I don’t know.” Internally, I was berating myself for even contemplating turning him down.

“What don’t you know? Its really quite simple, I would like to get to know you better and I couldn’t think of a more perfect way to achieve this but for you to join me on a lovely trip away, plus there is the added bonus of you helping me cure my fear.” The interview! My memory flew back to Corin's answer of having a fear of flying and my lack of decorum as I boldly announced that I could help with it.

There wasn’t really much else he needed to do to persuade me after giving me his reasons. “Okay I’ll join you, but I’ll have to see if I can clear it with my work first."
"No need, that has all been taken care of.” Is he serious? He’s already gone behind my back, knowing full well I wouldn’t say no. Now I’ll have some serious grovelling to do.

“Do I get to know where we will be going on our mystery trip? In fact, when is it?” I asked rather excitedly. Please be somewhere hot, I want to show Corin exactly what he’s been missing out on while in France. I was already mentally gearing myself up to strip down to my skimpiest bikini and parade about in front of him.

“How does Necker Island sound, in say 3 days?” I pictured that sexy smirk on his overly handsome face that was bound to be there as he told me I had practically no time in which to prepare myself, both mentally and physically. Was I ready for this? Not really. Was I ever going to be? Definitely not!

The next few days went by in a blur of waxing and trimming, plucking and moisturising. I am absolutely exhausted.  I muttered to myself as I placed my bags full of purchases down on the floor. Slipping off my shoes and sitting on the bed, I slowly rubbed the achy balls and heels of my feet. I had gone all out and spent the whole day shopping, preparing for my rendezvous with Corin.

I already knew I wouldn’t be wearing half of the things I had purchased, not for long with any luck, but that didn’t stop me from spending way more than I could afford. Rifling through one bag in particular, a pink stripy Victoria’s Secret's bag, I pulled out and held up a mid thigh, figure hugging, purple dress. It was one of my more extravagant purchases that I hoped Corin would approve of. This would definitely be a birthday Corin wouldn't forget. Admiring the delicate lace overlay, I carefully hung it on the back of the door. Turning to the wardrobe and pulling out my suitcase, I sighed. This is going to be hard work. Time to start packing.

Ouchhh shit!!! I stumbled and nearly fell, just as I reached Gate 15 for my 7 a.m. flight to Paris. Why do I always get the gate furthest away from the damn passport control. I had to practically run the whole way here, after misplacing my passport, and in heels nonetheless. I handed the flight attendant my ticket and I tracked her gaze as she appeared to give me the once over, shaking her head at me. There was nothing wrong with my outfit, skinny jeans and vest top, if anything it was very plain, seeing as I was on my way to meet royalty. If only she knew. I pulled my cardigan tighter around my body, adjusting the handle of my carry on luggage before following her down to the plane. Showing me to my seat, which was luckily right at the front, I daren’t lift my head, knowing I was the last to board. I could feel the hundreds of eyes burning into my back. The young man next to me looked up and smiled, at least everyone here doesn’t appear to hold a grudge. I smiled back and took my seat, clipping myself in and preparing for take off. The quicker we got to France the better.