The other stories I have written in the Group Sex category have taken weeks even months to craft. This series came about out of a desire to produce a work quickly. There are (hopefully) going to be nine chapters in this 'Quickie' series, if they were included in a single work it would make the most implausible reading. I'm hoping that by splitting it over nine separate short stories it will be more fun and only improbable.
I have ideas for each subsequent chapter, but please do make suggestions as the series progresses. I do have a defined beginning and end which will self limit this series.
Constructive feedback and comments are always most welcome.
Enjoy.
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I made may way slowly to Arrivals marveling that all the people who appeared so lifeless in the Departure Lounge, now all seemed to be energized and ready to go. Waiting is clearly not good for the soul.
I caught a glimpse of Elaine in Baggage Reclaim and as I approached she saw me and a big smile lit up her face.
"Hello stranger." She said brightly.
"Hello beautiful, up to any adventures?"
"I have plans sweetie, lots of plans!"
"Thanks great, keep me informed," I kissed her and we hugged, "take care Elaine. It really has been a pleasure."
"Yes, it has. Thank you. I'll be in touch soon."
We hugged and kissed again and I tore myself away from her. Just before I left Baggage Reclaim I turned to look at her. She was still watching me and she raised a hand to wave. I waved back and blew her a kiss. I felt elated.
The courtesy bus to my hotel only took a couple of minutes and before long I was checking in. I find hotels to be almost as soulless as Departure Lounges. The moment I step into the foyer I forget which country I'm in. They all look the same. At least the people inside the hotels were, generally speaking, happier and more animated.
My room was sterile and adequate and the view from my window was out over Heathrow airport, I could see the tails of planes taxiing around. My meeting was later that afternoon and I am never late for a meeting. Mostly because I like to get there an hour or two in advance to give myself time to do a little exploring. The Head Quarters of the company I was visiting is in a town called Maidenhead which is only a half hour drive from my hotel. I determined to get a cab there, have lunch and then do a bit of exploring before my meeting. I usually take the opportunity to do a bit of shopping and find a nice gift for my... Well, I'll do some sight seeing.
My routine also served to help me fight the jet lag. Alcohol, however, was now strictly off limits, I needed to be on form. The Head of Purchasing was a lady well known to me. She was formidable, but reasonable. A career business woman who knew her stuff, I liked, respected and feared her in equal measure.
As I stood by the window looking out, I slipped my hands into my pockets and felt the soft material of two sets of panties. I pulled them out and marveled at what had happened to me. Rachel would have been astonishing enough, but Elaine too, wow! I knew I would be seeing Elaine again, maybe be part of one of her adventures, I wish I could say the same about Rachel. I folded the panties and put them back in my pocket.
Anyway, it was show time. I had a shower and checked I had everything I needed for my meeting. Before long I was outside the hotel waiting for a cab. One of the great things about London is their iconic Black Cabs. They are spacious and fun to ride in, I always felt special in the back of a London cab. It wasn't long before I saw one approaching and stuck my arm up. London cabbies have eyesight that would put an eagle to shame. The cab passed me and then did a U-turn and pulled up next to me.
The front passenger window descended and I leaned in, I gave the driver the address of where I needed to be and asked to be dropped anywhere within a mile radius so I could do some sight seeing. She said that would be fine and I jumped in the back.
Settling down in my seat the driver did what London Cabbies do best, she started talking. "Here on business love?"
"Yes, one meeting and then back home tomorrow."
"Must be an important meeting then?" I could see her eyes watching me each time she asked a question. I briefly wondered if the cab was driving itself.
"Yes it is, very important."
"Does that make you an important person then?" She smiled.
I laughed, "No, just one cog in a big machine that expects to run smoothly."
"You like your job then, I take it?"
I sighed and looked down, "I did, but now... "
"Sorry love, hope I didn't speak out of turn?"
"No, it's OK, I... did love my job, but it's the reason I've just become divorced, so not quite so enamored with it any more. Trouble is, it's all I have now."
I could see her eyes registering sympathy, "Sorry to hear that love."
I wanted to change the subject, "Do you call everyone love?"
She laughed and even through the speaker it sounded charming, "No, some people I call darling."
"Is 'darling' better than 'love'?"
She laughed again, "I've not considered that, but if I take a real shine to someone then I call them sweetheart. Doesn't happen very often though."
"I bet a lot of your fares take a real shine to you though?"
"You sweet talker! Yes, quite a few do, but I'm not interested... most of the time." She shot me a cheeky grin. "Did you have a pleasant flight here?"
I put a hand in my pocket and felt the soft material within, "Yes, I did thank you, probably... no actually, the best flight I've ever had, it was fantastic."
"Blimey! It's not often I hear people say that. What made it so good?"
In front of me on the partition wall was an information plate with the driver's name and photo I.D. For the first time I noticed just how attractive my driver was. "Well now, Felicity, would you really like to know?"
She shot a glance at me, "Yes, I'm thinking it couldn't have been the food or the in flight entertainment. Did you get upgraded to First Class?"
I smiled and rubbed the material in my hand, "Felicity, that's a beautiful name."
"Why thank you sir." Her smile seemed to be getting bigger.
"What do your friends call you?"
"Well my close friends call me Felix... "
