As I walk through security, I see you sitting in the airport lounge at Newark, wearing that little grey mini that you know causes me a world of problems. Your legs seem to stretch on forever, helped by new high heels I've never seen before. We are flying to a conference in Boston together with another colleague, but he doesn't know about us and we plan on keeping it that way. You flash a smile and greet us both- my breath catches as I take in your beauty- rusty blond hair falling down past your shoulders and that cheeky sparkle in your eyes.
We grab a coffee and relax near the gate, all three of us chatting about work and the pain of getting to the airport so early. I yawn and stretch, knowing how the sight of my extended arms reminds you of them wrapped around your amazing body. Your eyes flash with mock anger and you subtlety shake your head, responding to my provocations by shifting in your seat crossing and recrossing your long legs- now it's my turn to be outraged.
We board the plane for the short hop to Boston with our colleague seated on the aisle, you in the middle and me at the window. After take-off, I lean forwards and around so I can chat to both of you, but it's really so I can run my hand up your legs without anyone else seeing. It takes a bit of contortion on my part, but soon I am engaged in work chit chat with the two of you while out of sight my fingers slowly stroke their way from your ankles, up your calves, all the way up to the hem of your mini, my fingertips tracing the edge of the skirt. I can tell by the way you squirm in your seat that your mind isn't on the riveting conversation about the conference, it's on the feel of my fingers as it caresses your smooth skin of your upper thigh.
After we land we all share a cab to the hotel and leave our bags at reception as it's too early to check in. We head to the conference and watch the opening key note, then all three of us split up to cover different sessions. At lunch our colleague tells us he ducked back earlier and checked-in, so we leave him and head to check-in ourselves.
As we walk towards the hotel, I can sense the excitement between us grow- this is the first time we have managed to be alone on this trip. We request neighbouring rooms, which luckily are on a different floor to our colleague. We drop bags off in our respective rooms and then I come over to check out who landed the better view. I claim my room is much better and you curse me and march over to check it out.
As I let you into my room you walk over to the window; I look at you and say "See- what amazing sight." You turn to face me and we fall into each others arms- kissing passionately and revelling in the feeling of our bodies pressed together. My arms wrap around your body and I run my hand down to grab your arse, giving the soft flesh a playful squeeze.
"We don't have much time before the next conference session," you say and I know we can't hang around long without our colleague starting to wonder where we are. But I can't let this opportunity pass- I push you back onto the bed and you let out a little cry of shock and delight. I crawl onto the bed between your legs and slowly run my hands up the outside of your legs, over your knees and up your thighs, pushing the hem of your miniskirt up as I go. I run my hands back down the front of your legs lightly before starting their journey back up- this time with firmer pressure. As my outstretched hands run up your thighs they come to the point at the top of your legs where I can let my thumbs lightly brush your pussy through the thin material of your underwear- I can already feel the wetness and warmth.
I continue to tease you by running my hands back down your legs but this time, as I bring them back up, I lean down and plant a soft kiss on your pussy. You respond to my kiss by spreading your legs further apart and I take the opportunity to hook my fingers under the elastic of your underwear and pull the material to one side. I pause to drink in the sight of you laying back on the bed, propped up on your elbows, fully dressed in corporate clothes - except for your perfect pussy which is on display - completely hairless except for a small tuft of hair in a landing strip. "Fuck, you are sexy!" is all I can say.
As I slowly lean down I keep my eyes locked on yours, watching you watch me- your anticipation of what is to come obvious from the way you are softly biting your lower lip. As my mouth nears your pussy I can feel the heat and I can't hold myself back. I stick out my tongue and slowly lick you, tasting your salty sweetness for the first time in too long, and revelling in the way your back arches at the first touch of my tongue. I lick a few more times, slowly working towards your clit which I lightly flick with my tongue. You softly swear in response and push your pussy into my face, demanding more.
I pull my head back slightly and bring my right hand towards your pussy so it is palm-up. I run the middle finger up and down your pussy, lightly bushing your lips and feeling the wetness, before I slide the finger inside you- just as far as the first knuckle- as I savour the softness and heat. Your respond to my touch with a soft moan and I lean down to lick your pussy again as I slide my finger further in, where I can feel your tightness gripping it.
I begin to make small circular movements inside your pussy with my finger and, with a wide flat tongue, I start to lick across your clit side to side. I feel you push your pussy harder into my face and, as I glance up, I can see your chest rise and fall as your breathing grows ragged and you throw your head back. I sense your urgency grow and as the peak nears, I slide my finger deep inside your pussy and suck your clit softly into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue- flick-flick, flick-flick. That drives you over the edge and you reach down, grab the back of my head, and push my mouth harder onto your pussy as the orgasm washes over you and you let out a loud moan.
I slowly slide my finger out of you and plant a few more kisses on the soft skin of your inner thigh as I sit up and watch you revel in post orgasmic glow- your arm draped across your eyes and a grin you your face as you softly rock side to side. Despite my rigid cock straining at the constraints of my jeans, begging to be let out, I know that we need to get back to the conference and can't take this moment any further. You know it too and, as we walk back to the next session, we can sense each other's frustration at the interruption to our time together. "This next conference speaker better be amazing..." you say. Turns out, he wasn't.