I had an upcoming work trip scheduled. I was stoked for it. Not the work part. but because the office manager was also going on this trip. Not just any office manager. For this story we will call her Kelly. This person is like Donna from the show Suits, if you watched it.. you catch my drift. All seeing and all knowing. She knows the perfect things to say in every scenario. Aside from the innate ability to do her job, she is a show stopper. Sometimes she will wear this low cut white top... one of those shirts that you have to remind yourself time and time again to look her in her eyes or you might get caught with hard on in the office imagining what she may look like without the barrier of a shirt and that would be embarrassing. Sometimes I get caught daydreaming about seeing those huge breasts wrapped around my... well we will get there.
A little about myself - I'm 38 years old with an average build. I try and work out to stay in shape. I'm currently caught in fantasies involving the the office manager and now we're going on this trip... well it hasn't done anything to help stop the rush of blood making my dick hard as a rock.
I'm telling you.. some days when I get ready to leave the office I have to wait around for all the other agents to leave for the day and satisfy my needs. I imagine she is right there under my desk bobbing up and down on my hard cock. She is looking me straight in the eyes and enjoying every second. While she is doing this she is moaning and humming which makes me unable to hold back. I dream she is capable of taking me all the way down her throat. She can go from the tip of my dick all the way to the base and as I get ready to shoot my load, after the first spurt in her mouth, she takes me all the way down into her throat and stays there while I cum down her throat. She swallows it all and pulls off. As she catches her breath, she goes back to make sure that I'm entirely cleaned off. She goes all the way down and takes the tip of her tongue and presses up on the underside of my hard cock while backing off to get all of my load to satisfy her desire.
But what am I thinking? There's no way someone like her would give me the time of day to satiate my wants and desires. Besides what if something happened and she told someone? That would be the end of my career and my life. I have to maintain control on this trip. I know it will be difficult but I'm sure she won't wear that top and that everything will remain professional.
The days leading up to this trip were very busy. It was arranged that we would fly into the airport and we would be each getting our own rental cars when we landed. I was excited and nervous at the same time.
The days before the trip were a blur between work, the gym and other preparations. By the time I got to the airport and met up with Kelly, she was her normal beautiful self. Except for the fact she was wearing that one shirt she couldn't have worn. My golly. Did she look ever sexy in the white low cut top. This is off to a rough start for me trying to remain in control.Since I had been so busy this week I never got the chance to satisfy my own needs and already felt blood flowing down to my dick. Not off to a great start.
I walked up to her and said, Good morning! She turned around and gave me a hug and returned the sentiment. When we separated she was blushed. She apologized for hugging me, saying she's never been on a work trip, and that she's a hugger in her personal life and she shouldn't have done that.
Gosh this trip is going to be a long one. That hug really didn't help me. It's the first time I really got to feel her chest up close. Thoughts are starting to go no where good. It didn't help that I was wearing my gym jogger pants. Why did I do this to myself.
We sat down as we waited for our flight to begin boarding. I tried to take my mind out of the gutter. These joggers won't help hide anything. We made small talk and discussed the trip. We talked about places to eat and sights to see in the area. We talked about how we have both been going to the gym lately. I shared that I had done leg day earlier this morning and I was super sore. She is extremely easy to talk to.
The next couple of hours weren't interesting much at all. We boarded the long flight and were sitting next to each other. Since she hadn't flown before, I let her have the window seat. After we were in the air for a little while, she decided to take a nap and I turned on a movie on my iPad.
As she laid up against the window I couldn't help but notice how her top had gotten pulled tighter and downwards. Fuck. I was staring and imagining being able to grab and caress her chest. I felt the blood start rushing to my dick. I was getting harder and harder until I was fully erect. Again, why did I wear these jogger pants. They leave little to the imagination. My dick print is crystal clear.
As I reach down to adjust myself I stroked my hard cock a few times and push it down to try and hide it. I look over at Kelly laying there and she appears to be asleep. Her face is as blushed as it was after our hug earlier. No way she caught me? Did she? Immediately I stress out. I go back to my movie and hope that she didn't see me staring at her or grabbing my hard dick in my pants.
She kind of rolls over and is now leaning kind of up against me. This view of her chest does not disappoint. I can only imagine grabbing and squeezing her breasts. As she was changing her position, her arms are now on my side instead of the windows. Her hand lands on my thigh. Great. With this view my rock hard cock is going down my right leg and her hand is terribly close to touching it. Half of me wants to grab her hand and place it in my cock. I can't do that. I sit there for a few minutes when she begins to rustle around a little bit more and it's like the gods are reading my mind. Her hand lands. Right. On. Top. Of my hard on in my pants. Gawd was I in heaven. This view, her hand on my dick. I didn't know what to do.