MUMUS: Wedding Night
Here's today's story :-D Finished this one last night because I knew I wouldn't have time to finish it today with all my homework. Go me for not procrastinating!!!
Requested By: troypazash @ ff.net
Couple: Troy & Sharpay
Rating: M
Quote: "Eww, as if that’s getting anywhere near my mouth."
Setting/Event: Troypay on their honeymoon, Troy tries to convince Sharpay to join the mile high club
Random Stuff:
- airport/airplane
- champagne
- first class seat
Through a veil of bubbles they appeared, Troy holding tightly to the hand of his bride as their wedding guests bid them goodbye. Reaching the stretch limo, Troy stepped aside and let Sharpay climb in first then climbed in after her. The limo driver shut the door and, suddenly, they were alone together for the first time in hours, days really.
“That was insane,” he stated as she leaned against him.
“Perfectly insane,” she corrected.
“And now we’re off to the airport for an awesome wedding night with like five hundred of our closest strangers,” he sighed.
“Only thirty, we have first class seats, remember?”
“Ah, yes, first class.” He quirked his eye brows as a smile spread over his lips. “Since there are fewer people to share a lavatory with, does that mean my chances of joining the Mile High Club increase?”
“No.”
Even though her tone left no room for debate, he couldn’t stop himself.
“We almost did it that one time.”
“That was on my dad’s company jet,” she reminded him. “And even if the turbulence hadn’t stopped us, I would have.”
Before Troy could reply, the limo came to a stop and the driver turned off the engine.
“What the?” Troy said, confused. “We can’t be at the airport yet.”
“Si-” Sharpay started to call for the driver, but stopped when he opened the door to the limo. “What’s going on?”
“Your plane awaits, Mr. and Mrs. Bolton,” Simon replied.
Still confused, Sharpay and Troy climbed out of the limo and stopped in their tracks when they saw her dad’s company jet waiting in the terminals of the small airport her dad kept it at.
“I’m confused, Simon,” Sharpay said, turning to her father’s longtime driver. “Why did you bring us here? We’re supposed to go to the Albuquerque airport and get on a plane to Paris.”
“Two of your father’s interns are taking your seats on the commercial flight,” Simon explained. “Your father had business in Paris this week and decided you two should fly with him.”
“What do you mean, fly with him?” Sharpay asked as Troy groaned and rubbed his forehead. “He was still on at the reception when we left.”
“It will all be explained later, Mrs. Bolton,” Simon assured her. “Your luggage has already been put on the plane. Enjoy Paris.”
“This is so like my father,” Sharpay muttered as she and Troy headed towards the plane. “I’m so sorry, baby, I didn’t know he was going to do this.”
“I know,” Troy nodded, wrapping his arm around her waist. “But on the plus side, we won’t have to worry about crying babies.”
Sharpay rolled her eyes then stopped in front of the steps to the plane. “I’ll make this up to you, I promise, Troy.”
“There’s no need,” he replied. “As long as we’re together, we’ll be fine.” He pressed his lips against hers.
“My answer is still no,” she whispered, pulling her lips from his.
“Damn,” he muttered.
Taking her hand, he led her up the steps and into the cabin of the plane.
“Good evening, Mr. Bolton and Miss E-, I mean Mrs. Bolton,” Abby, the jet’s head flight attendant greeted them. “If you come with me, I’ll show you to your seats.”
To Troy and Sharpay’s surprise, Abby led them past the main seating area, past one of the lavatories and the kitchen to the part of the plane called the President’s Suite, where Sharpay’s parents usually stayed.
“Make yourselves comfortable,” Abby smiled. “Chef Michael will deliver your meal in about thirty minutes.”
“Meal? When exactly are we taking off?” Sharpay asked.
“The plane is scheduled to depart in two hours,” Abby replied. “You will be notified over the loud speakers when we are twenty minutes from take off at which time you will need to make sure all of your belongings are tucked away and that you are both buckled into the seats in the sitting area.
“Myself and the other flight attendants will be available at all times via the intercom if you need anything. We’ll arrive in Paris around 8am our time, 4pm their time. Enjoy your meal.”
Sharpay stared in shock after Abby closed the door the separated them from the rest of the airplane. Her dad hated sleeping in airplane seats, even the ones that laid all the way back like the ones on this plane, yet he had given up his suite for them to use.
“This place is awesome,” Troy stated, coming out of the private bathroom. “That thing is like lavatories in one.” He stopped in front of the bed. “And this thing is huge too.”
Seeing that his wife hadn’t moved away from the door, Troy walked over and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Whatcha thinking?” He asked her.
“I don’t get it,” she said. “My dad doesn’t let anybody use this part of the plane and -”
“You’re not just anybody,” Troy cut her off. “You’re his baby girl. He loves you.”
“I know,” she said, turning her head to the side to look back at him. “I’m just surprised that’s all.”
“Well, why don’t you go take a shower?” Troy suggested. “I’ll let you know when our meal gets here.”
Sharpay nodded then drug her suitcase into the bathroom after Troy removed it from the luggage bin in their room. Climbing into the small shower, she didn’t think it would do anything, but once she felt the warm water on her skin, she felt her nerves, jitters and confusion leave her body.
Feeling refreshed and clean, Sharpay stepped out of the shower and dried off. As the realization that she and Troy could actually have a real wedding night entered her mind, she took out the nighty she had planned on wearing their first night in Paris and put it on.
She was shoving things back into her suitcase when Troy knocked on the door to let her know their meal had arrived.
“I’ll be out in a minute,” she called to him. “Why don’t your pour us some champagne?”
With a silk robe over her nighty, Sharpay stepped out of the bathroom and leaned against the door until Troy turned around.
“Wow,” he breathed taking in the sight of her in a hot pink nighty that barely passed her hips. “Can we skip dinner?”
“No,” she shook her head, pulling her robe closed. “But we’ll have plenty of time for that later.”
“Wait, does that mean that we’re going to join the mile high club?” He asked.
“It’s our wedding night and we have a bed, so why shouldn’t we?” Sharpay smiled.
“Well, then, let’s get the wedding night started,” Troy said as he motioned to one of the chairs in the sitting area where a table had been unfolded from the wall.
They talked as they enjoyed their first meal as a married couple. The topics ranged from their wedding to Paris to home and everything in between. When the topic of Parisian food, especially that of escargot, came up, she told him that she had said to her mother “Eww, as if that’s getting anywhere near my mouth” when she had tried to get Sharpay to try some. Even when the talking stalled from time to time, they were just happy to be together.
They were just finishing up their meal when Abby knocked on the door and came in after being invited.
“We’ll be taking off in about twenty minutes,” she told them. “I’m here to get your dishes and remind you guys to have everything stored away where it won’t fall.” She put their dishes in a plastic tub then folded the table back up. “When the emergency evacuation video comes up, you guys will need to prepare for take off.” She started to leave, but stopped in the doorway. “I almost forgot, this is from your parents.” She handed Sharpay an envelope then left.
Sharpay set the envelope on her seat then went into the bathroom to get her suitcase then took it to Troy. He shoved it back into the luggage compartment with their other bags then closed the door.
When the video came on, they sat down in the seating area and put on their seatbelts. As soon as the video ended, Sharpay opened the envelope and found a card and two airplane tickets. She opened the card and read it aloud:
Sharpay and Troy,
We love you both and can’t wait to see you guys when you get home.
Love,
Mom and Dad
“Looks like the flight home won’t be as peaceful,” Troy said as he took her hand. “But we’ll live.”
Sharpay smiled and leaned back in her seat as she felt the plane start to pick up speed. She’d never liked takeoffs or landings, but with Troy’s hand holding hers, she felt a peace.
As the plane rocketed into the sky, Troy glanced over at Sharpay and saw that her robe had fallen open, giving him a great look at her cleavage. He felt his loans tighten as images of them consummating their marriage flashed through his head. He wanted to kiss her, he wanted to bury his face in her bosom and slide his manhood into her.
Sharpay could feel him undressing her with his eyes and it warmed her core. She had opened her robe to tease him, but hadn’t thought it would have this much of an effect on her. As the plane leveled out, she uncrossed her legs and sat up straighter so the matching panties were visible.
Once glance at her husband told her that she was achieving the effect she desired. She shrugged off her robe then slid down the straps of her nighty.
“Sharpay.” Troy’s voice came out in a sensual growl. “Do you know what you’re doing to me?”
“Show me.” Her brown eyes met his and he licked his lips. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it onto the ground beside his seat. Then he undid his pants and slid them down his legs, letting her see form of his hard manhood through his boxers.
He turned his attention to her and raised an eye brow, as if to say now it’s your turn.
She accepted his challenge and pulled her nighty over her head and tossed it on the floor, leaving her bare-chested like him. She felt her nipples harden at his intense stare.
Their sensual, non-touching foreplay continued until the seatbelt light went off and as soon as it did, she was in his lap, pressing her lips against his as she slid onto his manhood. Neither lasted long because of the build up; after climaxing, they moved to the bed and went at it several more times.
Completely spent, they collapsed on the bed in each others arms. He pulled the covers over their naked bodies then kissed her lips one last time.
“I love you, Mrs. Bolton.”
“And I love you, Mr. Bolton.”
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Requested By: troypazash @ ff.net
Couple: Troy & Sharpay
Rating: M
Quote: "Eww, as if that’s getting anywhere near my mouth."
Setting/Event: Troypay on their honeymoon, Troy tries to convince Sharpay to join the mile high club
Random Stuff:
- airport/airplane
- champagne
- first class seat
Through a veil of bubbles they appeared, Troy holding tightly to the hand of his bride as their wedding guests bid them goodbye. Reaching the stretch limo, Troy stepped aside and let Sharpay climb in first then climbed in after her. The limo driver shut the door and, suddenly, they were alone together for the first time in hours, days really.
“That was insane,” he stated as she leaned against him.
“Perfectly insane,” she corrected.
“And now we’re off to the airport for an awesome wedding night with like five hundred of our closest strangers,” he sighed.
“Only thirty, we have first class seats, remember?”
“Ah, yes, first class.” He quirked his eye brows as a smile spread over his lips. “Since there are fewer people to share a lavatory with, does that mean my chances of joining the Mile High Club increase?”
“No.”
Even though her tone left no room for debate, he couldn’t stop himself.
“We almost did it that one time.”
“That was on my dad’s company jet,” she reminded him. “And even if the turbulence hadn’t stopped us, I would have.”
Before Troy could reply, the limo came to a stop and the driver turned off the engine.
“What the?” Troy said, confused. “We can’t be at the airport yet.”
“Si-” Sharpay started to call for the driver, but stopped when he opened the door to the limo. “What’s going on?”
“Your plane awaits, Mr. and Mrs. Bolton,” Simon replied.
Still confused, Sharpay and Troy climbed out of the limo and stopped in their tracks when they saw her dad’s company jet waiting in the terminals of the small airport her dad kept it at.
“I’m confused, Simon,” Sharpay said, turning to her father’s longtime driver. “Why did you bring us here? We’re supposed to go to the Albuquerque airport and get on a plane to Paris.”
“Two of your father’s interns are taking your seats on the commercial flight,” Simon explained. “Your father had business in Paris this week and decided you two should fly with him.”
“What do you mean, fly with him?” Sharpay asked as Troy groaned and rubbed his forehead. “He was still on at the reception when we left.”
“It will all be explained later, Mrs. Bolton,” Simon assured her. “Your luggage has already been put on the plane. Enjoy Paris.”
“This is so like my father,” Sharpay muttered as she and Troy headed towards the plane. “I’m so sorry, baby, I didn’t know he was going to do this.”
“I know,” Troy nodded, wrapping his arm around her waist. “But on the plus side, we won’t have to worry about crying babies.”
Sharpay rolled her eyes then stopped in front of the steps to the plane. “I’ll make this up to you, I promise, Troy.”
“There’s no need,” he replied. “As long as we’re together, we’ll be fine.” He pressed his lips against hers.
“My answer is still no,” she whispered, pulling her lips from his.
“Damn,” he muttered.
Taking her hand, he led her up the steps and into the cabin of the plane.
“Good evening, Mr. Bolton and Miss E-, I mean Mrs. Bolton,” Abby, the jet’s head flight attendant greeted them. “If you come with me, I’ll show you to your seats.”
To Troy and Sharpay’s surprise, Abby led them past the main seating area, past one of the lavatories and the kitchen to the part of the plane called the President’s Suite, where Sharpay’s parents usually stayed.
“Make yourselves comfortable,” Abby smiled. “Chef Michael will deliver your meal in about thirty minutes.”
“Meal? When exactly are we taking off?” Sharpay asked.
“The plane is scheduled to depart in two hours,” Abby replied. “You will be notified over the loud speakers when we are twenty minutes from take off at which time you will need to make sure all of your belongings are tucked away and that you are both buckled into the seats in the sitting area.
“Myself and the other flight attendants will be available at all times via the intercom if you need anything. We’ll arrive in Paris around 8am our time, 4pm their time. Enjoy your meal.”
Sharpay stared in shock after Abby closed the door the separated them from the rest of the airplane. Her dad hated sleeping in airplane seats, even the ones that laid all the way back like the ones on this plane, yet he had given up his suite for them to use.
“This place is awesome,” Troy stated, coming out of the private bathroom. “That thing is like lavatories in one.” He stopped in front of the bed. “And this thing is huge too.”
Seeing that his wife hadn’t moved away from the door, Troy walked over and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Whatcha thinking?” He asked her.
“I don’t get it,” she said. “My dad doesn’t let anybody use this part of the plane and -”
“You’re not just anybody,” Troy cut her off. “You’re his baby girl. He loves you.”
“I know,” she said, turning her head to the side to look back at him. “I’m just surprised that’s all.”
“Well, why don’t you go take a shower?” Troy suggested. “I’ll let you know when our meal gets here.”
Sharpay nodded then drug her suitcase into the bathroom after Troy removed it from the luggage bin in their room. Climbing into the small shower, she didn’t think it would do anything, but once she felt the warm water on her skin, she felt her nerves, jitters and confusion leave her body.
Feeling refreshed and clean, Sharpay stepped out of the shower and dried off. As the realization that she and Troy could actually have a real wedding night entered her mind, she took out the nighty she had planned on wearing their first night in Paris and put it on.
She was shoving things back into her suitcase when Troy knocked on the door to let her know their meal had arrived.
“I’ll be out in a minute,” she called to him. “Why don’t your pour us some champagne?”
With a silk robe over her nighty, Sharpay stepped out of the bathroom and leaned against the door until Troy turned around.
“Wow,” he breathed taking in the sight of her in a hot pink nighty that barely passed her hips. “Can we skip dinner?”
“No,” she shook her head, pulling her robe closed. “But we’ll have plenty of time for that later.”
“Wait, does that mean that we’re going to join the mile high club?” He asked.
“It’s our wedding night and we have a bed, so why shouldn’t we?” Sharpay smiled.
“Well, then, let’s get the wedding night started,” Troy said as he motioned to one of the chairs in the sitting area where a table had been unfolded from the wall.
They talked as they enjoyed their first meal as a married couple. The topics ranged from their wedding to Paris to home and everything in between. When the topic of Parisian food, especially that of escargot, came up, she told him that she had said to her mother “Eww, as if that’s getting anywhere near my mouth” when she had tried to get Sharpay to try some. Even when the talking stalled from time to time, they were just happy to be together.
They were just finishing up their meal when Abby knocked on the door and came in after being invited.
“We’ll be taking off in about twenty minutes,” she told them. “I’m here to get your dishes and remind you guys to have everything stored away where it won’t fall.” She put their dishes in a plastic tub then folded the table back up. “When the emergency evacuation video comes up, you guys will need to prepare for take off.” She started to leave, but stopped in the doorway. “I almost forgot, this is from your parents.” She handed Sharpay an envelope then left.
Sharpay set the envelope on her seat then went into the bathroom to get her suitcase then took it to Troy. He shoved it back into the luggage compartment with their other bags then closed the door.
When the video came on, they sat down in the seating area and put on their seatbelts. As soon as the video ended, Sharpay opened the envelope and found a card and two airplane tickets. She opened the card and read it aloud:
Sharpay and Troy,
We love you both and can’t wait to see you guys when you get home.
Love,
Mom and Dad
“Looks like the flight home won’t be as peaceful,” Troy said as he took her hand. “But we’ll live.”
Sharpay smiled and leaned back in her seat as she felt the plane start to pick up speed. She’d never liked takeoffs or landings, but with Troy’s hand holding hers, she felt a peace.
As the plane rocketed into the sky, Troy glanced over at Sharpay and saw that her robe had fallen open, giving him a great look at her cleavage. He felt his loans tighten as images of them consummating their marriage flashed through his head. He wanted to kiss her, he wanted to bury his face in her bosom and slide his manhood into her.
Sharpay could feel him undressing her with his eyes and it warmed her core. She had opened her robe to tease him, but hadn’t thought it would have this much of an effect on her. As the plane leveled out, she uncrossed her legs and sat up straighter so the matching panties were visible.
Once glance at her husband told her that she was achieving the effect she desired. She shrugged off her robe then slid down the straps of her nighty.
“Sharpay.” Troy’s voice came out in a sensual growl. “Do you know what you’re doing to me?”
“Show me.” Her brown eyes met his and he licked his lips. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it onto the ground beside his seat. Then he undid his pants and slid them down his legs, letting her see form of his hard manhood through his boxers.
He turned his attention to her and raised an eye brow, as if to say now it’s your turn.
She accepted his challenge and pulled her nighty over her head and tossed it on the floor, leaving her bare-chested like him. She felt her nipples harden at his intense stare.
Their sensual, non-touching foreplay continued until the seatbelt light went off and as soon as it did, she was in his lap, pressing her lips against his as she slid onto his manhood. Neither lasted long because of the build up; after climaxing, they moved to the bed and went at it several more times.
Completely spent, they collapsed on the bed in each others arms. He pulled the covers over their naked bodies then kissed her lips one last time.
“I love you, Mrs. Bolton.”
“And I love you, Mr. Bolton.”
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