Business Meeting (Story)
Business Meeting
Erotica
Packing for a business trip in a mad rush was never my forte`. It was a last minute business decision. While packing I made a quick call for a cab, jumped on line booked a flight destination, Darwin from Melbourne three hour flight. Bugger they’re always boring flights. So I jump in the cab and make my way to the airport, time is starting to get away from me, can’t be late I think to my self , just can’t be late. Finally we pull up at the departure terminal hurriedly paying the fare, grabbing my bags, rushing madly to the sliding door I look back to the cab and BAM, I collide with you, bashing into your heavy warm breasts nearly bowling you over, luckily I slipped right arm around you and catching you while falling and saving us both from a disastrous fall, all happening in slow motion, my senses are distracted by a waft of woman, a sophisticated aroma, a scent just tantalizing, I am in awe, trapped in this daze an enchantment , replicating a lust like primal urge. I hear a guttural groan and am awakened back to reality with a multitude of apologies. As we both bend and pick up our respective belongings I am given a sneak peak of a gorgeous cleavage, I stop what I am doing and hear, “wanna take a photo lasts longer mate”. You stand and depart from my life as you came in. Running to the check in desk, just in time to hand my documentation to the young smiling girl behind the counter thinking about the encounter and that perfume if only.
Waiting in the boarding lounge in a day dream and unable to shake the recent occurrence hearing the familiar bell and departure call I walk to the cue, standing and staring at nothing in particular, when I smell a familiar perfume in the air, looking around, unsure of its direction, my head twists and turns, nostrils working overtime, I am on the hunt, you are my prey the scent is locked in,. To no avail I am to see you and unable to workout in which direction you have gone. Walking through the airplane cabins door I make my way to my seat , stowe my overhead luggage and sit down and bury myself in my note book for a little while before asking the attendant for a blanket and pillow. Buckling in I sneak my little helper out throw him back and nod off. Slumbers usually bliss even better waking up to motions in the lower region and knowing your hands are no where near there, slowly my senses come about and I make out a distant familiar fragrance, as I stir a little more I notice the movement below dissipates, my hands are motionless at the moment I roll my head to the right still groggy from my sleeping tablet, the hand starts caressing my thigh with a sign of approval I thrust my hips to meet the caress, I at this time I don’t want to open my eyes, the anonymity is welcomed but I know that is rapidly coming to an end and will have to face my accuser sooner or later I shuffle round in my seat to face my temptress and slowly open my eyes, looking squarely into yours and say, “Hi” with a smile and you reciprocate the greeting nervously unsure as the next thing that would come out of my mouth. “You Cold” not waiting for a response I Pull the blanket over you, as my hand dives under the covers, still looking into your eyes you feel a large hand moving up your stockings you try to stop it but its already there momentarily you hold it at bay and circum, in anticipation of what is to happen next, feeling the conscious tearing of your stockings and ever intrusive hand caressing, rubbing you. The warmth from your panties is maddening, lip between teeth as to stop your second little squeal, my large left hand is on a journey of its own your left hand not as innocent as one would think finds its own way into my pants moving to and fro all the more steady rhythmic motions never missing a beat like a pent up metronome. Eyes fixed on each other my lips part the words escape my lips “I want you”. You move closer to whisper something over the droning sound of the engines as copy you move closer too, your close and lips part as ready to kiss I latch on to your lower lip with my teeth and slide two fingers deep in you and a gasp escapes your pinned mouth to mine, Fuck me, with that I start thrusting you slowly, Fuck me, still pinned in the corner near the window seat with you hand on me pulling me off I thrust into your hand and you start moving your hips .
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Erotica
Packing for a business trip in a mad rush was never my forte`. It was a last minute business decision. While packing I made a quick call for a cab, jumped on line booked a flight destination, Darwin from Melbourne three hour flight. Bugger they’re always boring flights. So I jump in the cab and make my way to the airport, time is starting to get away from me, can’t be late I think to my self , just can’t be late. Finally we pull up at the departure terminal hurriedly paying the fare, grabbing my bags, rushing madly to the sliding door I look back to the cab and BAM, I collide with you, bashing into your heavy warm breasts nearly bowling you over, luckily I slipped right arm around you and catching you while falling and saving us both from a disastrous fall, all happening in slow motion, my senses are distracted by a waft of woman, a sophisticated aroma, a scent just tantalizing, I am in awe, trapped in this daze an enchantment , replicating a lust like primal urge. I hear a guttural groan and am awakened back to reality with a multitude of apologies. As we both bend and pick up our respective belongings I am given a sneak peak of a gorgeous cleavage, I stop what I am doing and hear, “wanna take a photo lasts longer mate”. You stand and depart from my life as you came in. Running to the check in desk, just in time to hand my documentation to the young smiling girl behind the counter thinking about the encounter and that perfume if only.
Waiting in the boarding lounge in a day dream and unable to shake the recent occurrence hearing the familiar bell and departure call I walk to the cue, standing and staring at nothing in particular, when I smell a familiar perfume in the air, looking around, unsure of its direction, my head twists and turns, nostrils working overtime, I am on the hunt, you are my prey the scent is locked in,. To no avail I am to see you and unable to workout in which direction you have gone. Walking through the airplane cabins door I make my way to my seat , stowe my overhead luggage and sit down and bury myself in my note book for a little while before asking the attendant for a blanket and pillow. Buckling in I sneak my little helper out throw him back and nod off. Slumbers usually bliss even better waking up to motions in the lower region and knowing your hands are no where near there, slowly my senses come about and I make out a distant familiar fragrance, as I stir a little more I notice the movement below dissipates, my hands are motionless at the moment I roll my head to the right still groggy from my sleeping tablet, the hand starts caressing my thigh with a sign of approval I thrust my hips to meet the caress, I at this time I don’t want to open my eyes, the anonymity is welcomed but I know that is rapidly coming to an end and will have to face my accuser sooner or later I shuffle round in my seat to face my temptress and slowly open my eyes, looking squarely into yours and say, “Hi” with a smile and you reciprocate the greeting nervously unsure as the next thing that would come out of my mouth. “You Cold” not waiting for a response I Pull the blanket over you, as my hand dives under the covers, still looking into your eyes you feel a large hand moving up your stockings you try to stop it but its already there momentarily you hold it at bay and circum, in anticipation of what is to happen next, feeling the conscious tearing of your stockings and ever intrusive hand caressing, rubbing you. The warmth from your panties is maddening, lip between teeth as to stop your second little squeal, my large left hand is on a journey of its own your left hand not as innocent as one would think finds its own way into my pants moving to and fro all the more steady rhythmic motions never missing a beat like a pent up metronome. Eyes fixed on each other my lips part the words escape my lips “I want you”. You move closer to whisper something over the droning sound of the engines as copy you move closer too, your close and lips part as ready to kiss I latch on to your lower lip with my teeth and slide two fingers deep in you and a gasp escapes your pinned mouth to mine, Fuck me, with that I start thrusting you slowly, Fuck me, still pinned in the corner near the window seat with you hand on me pulling me off I thrust into your hand and you start moving your hips .
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