Sara and Lizzie's Story


Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/ft, Consensual, Romantic, Lesbian, Fiction, First, Slow, .

Desc: Romantic Sex Story: Lizzie (not her real name) is some who was incredibly important to me for a very long time. I had already come out when we met, but she taught me to accept and to love who I was. We never met in person; this was purely an online love affair but at time it was quite intense. In the end, she decided she needed to focus on what was real in her life and I understand that. I still love her deeply. This is a story. a dream. a fantasy that we wrote back and forth to each other.


I was thinking we should go on a romantic getaway together for a few days ... as a sort of jump start to our great love affair.

I will have a white limo pick you up as soon as you're ready ... and I'll be waiting for you in the back seat ... with a bottle of champagne and strawberries. I'm told they complement each other well.

I thought I'd let you know what I'm packing...

My perfume, Chanel ... and a little make up, mascara, liner ... two lipsticks ... a hairbrush ... two bottles of nail polish, clear and ivory, remover ... a nail file ... a blue scrunchie and a white one.

Some underwear ... two really sexy sets, one in chocolate mocha colour by Timpa, a thong and demi bra combo, the other in ivory by Aubade, a demi bra and brief combo ... a black thong by Natori and a nude thong by Lejaby ... a pair of white bikini briefs by Barely There ... and a pair of light blue French cut panties and a white and blue t-shirt bra by DKNY. Two clothespins ... maybe three.

No nightwear ... I like to sleep nude.

An ocean blue crochet top and string bikini bottom set. You can see through it.

A pair of white capris ... some faded blue jeans ... dark blue walking shorts ... and a small pleated floral skirt.

10 feet of velvet rope.

A light brown t-shirt ... and sky blue button down ... a pale ivory blouse ... my knitted white pullover.

A little black dress ... with plunging neckline and deep open back.

A silver necklace that hangs a little low ... three silver rings ... two silver bangles ... and a thin leather bracelet with charms ... Pandora.

A black silk scarf.

4" black closed toe heels ... light brown leather gladiator sandals ... white sneakers ... and silver flats.

My purse ... my sunglasses

My passport.

Let me know as soon as you're ready to go ... I've made all the arrangements so don't worry about a thing ... it will be lovely!


I love your list and want you to know I've read it about a dozen times since you sent it. Lol I'm a little concerned about the clothes pins!! :-). But I love that you will have velvet rope with you. I am tingly all over imagining what we will do to each other with that!

Okay, so my list...

I showed you my black dress...

At that party I just wore flats with it and I will bring them. Perhaps I can try heels, but we will need to shop for them...

I will bring faded jeans and jean shorts...

I have and will bring two bikinis (pic of one attached -- the other is a black string bikini). I love that yours is see through, perhaps I can borrow it...

I will bring a selection of my Lululemon shorts and sports bras...

Some underwear, I don't have the sexy sounding ones you describe, but a few bikini style and a few French-cut briefs will be in my bag, brightly colored...

I will bring a selection of tank tops, loose fitting and comfy, brightly colored...

Running shoes and a few pairs of flip flops...

Very minimal make-up, like you: mascara, eye liner, some lipstick...


No jewelry...

My passport...

Lizzie, I love your list, but I don't have a lot of the sexy clothes you describe so I will also bring money so we can shop. I've never really wanted to or tried to make myself look good for someone else. But reading you list and imagining you in those outfits makes me so want to decorate myself.

We are bringing passports so I assume we are flying somewhere so I will want to be comfortable. Lately, when I am dressing for comfort, I am choosing athletic wear over jeans. This hasn't been a conscious choice, just a trend I'm noticing about myself, so my jeans are packed in the duffle over my shoulder and I'm decked out in my latest Lululemon gear...

When the limo pulls up, I'm instantly excited. While I hope you didn't notice, I'd actually been sitting by the window waiting even though you are early. I step out the front door and your eyes are drawn to my butt as I turn to lock it. I'm wearing form fitting Lululemon "Run: Pace Tight" pants in black with peach striping down the sides. Up top I'm wearing my new Lululemon Rise and Shine jacket in white with a matching peach liner. Underneath my jacket you can see the straps of my Lululemon racerback tank in charcoal gray. On my feet, simple white ankle socks and Nike running shoes complete what you see. The only thing on my body that you don't see is a simple bikini cut cotton undies, probably in some completely unrelated and non-matching color! There is, of course, nothing under my tank top. When I slide into the seat beside you and unzip my jacket, you will notice how hard my nipples appear and I will blame the cool air walking from the house to the car. But you will know they've been hard ever since I sat down next to the window an hour ago...


As you hurry down the walk from your front door, the driver gets out of the limo to open the rear door for you. The limo is white, but as the door opens you see a deep red interior ... and within a pair of legs, in faded grey denim and ankle height saddle brown coloured leather boots. As you reach the car, and pop your head inside ... I am there ... with my hand outstretched to you. "Sara!"

I am casually dressed, grey denim jeans; a long sleeve tee ... in an athletic style with grey sleeves and a white body, the line of a bra evident beneath. My hair is loose and about my shoulders and I wear a thin bead necklace and matching bracelet; a silver ring on one hand ... and smiling from ear to ear. "I'm so glad you could come!"

You take my hand and I draw you to the seat next to me ... our bodies touching, but only just. The door is closed and for just a moment you panic over your suitcase, but you hear the trunk open and realize the driver has taken charge of it. Your attention turns back to your surroundings ... the rich red interior, the colour of passion. There in front is an ice bucket with a champagne bottle within, two long stem glasses beside ... a single red rose in each, and beside that a bowl of fresh strawberries ... big strawberries! There is soft music playing, but the tune escapes you ... and the light smell of my perfume ... sweet, but not without a hint of spice.

The driver returns to the car and leans back to look into our cabin. "To Logan Miss?"

"Yes thank you. Please let me know when we are fifteen minutes away" you hear me saying, and then touching a button to my right the privacy panel between the driver and ourselves is raised. "Champagne?" I ask ... not really waiting for any answer, "We need to celebrate our first date!" I remove the rose from your glass and hand it to you ... my eyes locking on to yours ... for just a moment, and then I am pouring you a glass. I remove the rose from my glass and lay it beside, then filling mine as well. You watch as I pick up both glasses and turn to face you, and you take one from my offering hand. "Cheers!" as I clink glasses with you and then take a quick sip ... turning almost hurriedly to the strawberries. "Sara, you have to try one of these. They are so juicy." I pick up a very large strawberry and while still holding it, offer you a bite. You are a little nervous I think so I just wait and then after a moment of hesitation you lean in and take a bite ... a bit of the juice dripping down your chin.

I lean forward ... entering your space ... my face very close to yours. Your breathing is getting faster and you feel like your body wants to move ... and then my tongue is there ... oh my ... it's actually licking the juice from the side of your mouth. Then I retreat and our eyes meet again while I also bite of our strawberry ... never losing your gaze. Ha! I could not escape the drip either. "Mmmm ... these strawberries are delicious."

Now the tension is unbearable ... your body is getting warmer but I see your nipples still pretend to be cold. I lean into you again ... my free hand moving to your leg just above the knee ... and I kiss you ... softly, gently at first ... gauging your response ... then flicking my tongue mischievously across your lips ... may I come in? Your lips ... so soft ... they part ... and I know the answer.


As I slip into the seat beside you there seem to be a dozen different trains of thought all crashing in my head at once. This happens to me when I am overwhelmed sometimes and I start trying to get control of my mind.

I hear you say my name and yet all I can manage is a smile. More words come out of your mouth and you look so beautiful and relaxed. You have no idea the panic going on in my head. I get mad at myself now. I tell myself I've given a speech at our state Capitol and faced guys twice my size in tournaments. I can do this.

The door closes behind me and I realize like an idiot that I just dropped my bag outside when I got in. Then the trunk opens and you smile and I exhale for the first time. I can do this.

You are so beautiful and the car is amazing. I've never seen a limo with a red interior before, but then I've only been in two. I inhale and notice your perfume right away. Ugh, I curse myself. I knew you liked fragrances and I meant to go shopping to find one I like, but like usual I simply smell like my soap and shampoo.

I hear you talking to the driver, but I don't pay attention. Instead, I'm taking in my surroundings. Champagne. Oh boy. Do I admit I've only tasted it once at a wedding? Strawberries, well I love strawberries so that will be easy. Suddenly you're offering me a rose. I can do this.

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