The customer was being a pain in the ass. "What else is new...," Dayna thought to herself. She'd been in this management job for a little over three years, and she remembers how she naively thought she could change things when she came into the role. But if there was one thing she had learned since, it's that these international customers are notoriously difficult. They hem and haw over every decision, taking their time to make up their mind about what the system requirements should be or when they want the system installed, then after numerous delays, they either decide not to go forward or decide they want the solution - RIGHT NOW.
Storming into Corey's office, she could barely contain her fury. "Did you see that latest note from Emmitt in the UK? What the HELL is he thinking?! They delay the damn contract award by 3 months and they still think we can hold schedule and deploy in 6 months? Are they out of their fucking minds?!"
"I know, I know," sighed Corey, the other manager on the program. "Do you think maybe a face-to-face meeting would help? You know how strained these relationships get when we're so far away. And being a foreigner doesn't help, I don't think they always trust us - they think we're hiding information from them or being deceptive. We should plan a trip over there soon, are you available to go over there next week?"
Angrily yanking her Smartphone out of its holster, she looked at her calendar and reviewed the kids' schedules to ensure there were no major conflicts and that her husband would be able to manage getting them to their activities. She reluctantly groaned, "Yeah, I guess so. I'm just sick of how things never change! But I'll go ask our secretary to start making the travel arrangements." Then Dayna turned and left Corey's office.
As she turned and walked away, Corey got a whiff of her perfume. He closed his eyes as he inhaled deeply and smiled. "Damn, that smells good", he thought to himself. He had always wondered what Dayna was like outside of work. She'd never been anything but business-like and professional in the office, but he knew that people often acted a different way in the corporate world than they do in their personal lives, and he suspected Dayna was probably no different. Something about her - maybe it was the way she dressed, the way her eyes always seemed to be holding back some naughty little secret, the way she tossed her long wavy hair around - made him think this woman was anything but proper on the inside. Glancing down at his wedding ring, he thought of his wife back at home, but also couldn't help but feel a little excited at the thought of traveling halfway around the world with his hot coworker, and the familiar twitch in his dick confirmed that feeling.
* * *
Arriving at the airport on Saturday afternoon, Dayna was annoyed that the only flight available had been the red-eye. At least her secretary was able to upgrade her to business-class, though; that would at least make the flight pleasant. She was already looking forward to that first glass of champagne that would await her once she got settled in her seat on the plane. She didn't travel often, and while she wasn't happy with how trips affected her family, she did secretly enjoy the little break from her hectic family life. Staying in nice hotels, eating out for every meal (and often at better restaurants than she would dine at on her own!), and not having to deal with dishes, laundry, cleaning, errands, chores and the other mundane activities of home life did hold a certain guilty appeal.
Check-in at the airline counter went smooth and she sailed right through the security checkpoint. She treated herself to a Starbucks mocha frappuccino to calm her nerves about flying, then walked to her gate and settled into a chair with a magazine to read as a distraction.
Corey picked up his belongings from the other side of the security checkpoint, and was irritated by how frustrating travel had become. He didn't necessarily mind the travel, but he hated the hassles of security, the need to check in 2 hours early for international flights, and all the rules on carry-on bags, bag weights, and anything else the airlines could do to make life inconvenient and more expensive.
As he started walking in the direction of his gate, he spotted a small pub. Checking his watch, he realized he had plenty of time to enjoy a beer before the boarding time. He settled onto a barstool, ordered, and quickly gulped down half the glass. The icy cold drink went down so well that he decided to order a second. When the second beer arrived, he found himself gazing over at the airport terminal, taking in all the hustle and bustle of travelers rushing from place to place - people watching could be so entertaining.
Then his eyes settled on Dayna. He had never seen her outside the work environment, but there she was looking so youthful and relaxed in her tight jeans and snug sweater, sucking on the straw of her frappuccino and rocking her head ever so slightly to the music from her iPod as she lost herself in some trashy woman's mag. Her long, loose waves flowed over her shoulders and she looked so content. "Man, how I'd like to be that straw right now!", he thought before trying to shake that naughty thought out of his head.
Finishing the last sip of his beer, he paid the bartender and went over to sit beside her at the gate. "Oh hi Corey! All set for the trip? Did you remember to bring those program documents that we wanted to propose as an alternative solution for the customer?"
"Yeah, I've got those. And yeah, I think I'm all set - especially after those two beers I just downed," he thumbed the direction of the bar. His dick twitched as he noticed the familiar smell of her sweet fragrance. Oh God, it's gonna kill me to have to sit by her for the next 8 hours, smelling that, he thought to himself. I hope they have a blanket in the plane that I can use to cover myself so she doesn't catch me pitching a tent.
She giggled, "Pick your poison - this is mine!" as she raised her frappuccino in a mock toast. He smiled at seeing his normally uptight coworker looking so relaxed, comfortable, and casual, not to mention sexy as hell. That sweater hugged her luscious tits in all the right places.
"Flight 478 to London, now boarding business class," the gate attendant announced.
Corey and Dayna boarded the plane and realized that their seats were side-by-side in business class. "Wow, check out these digs! These seats are awesome!" she exclaimed.
"Yeah, they're really nice! Good thing, too, since we're stuck with the red-eye and need to try to catch some sleep. This should make it easy," he said.
They packed their carry-on items into the overhead bins and settled into their seats as the flight attendant brought over a tray of champagne. Corey and Dayna each took a glass and looked at each other as they tried to think up a toast. "I know! Let's toast to 'Improved Relationships', in hopes that we can get our customer to be more reasonable," she suggested.
Corey grinned a wicked grin and lifted his glass, "To improved relationships". They clinked glasses and each took a sip, but his mind wasn't focused on the customer relationship right now. Between the beers and the champagne he was starting to feel very relaxed - and horny. Drinking always got him worked up like that. Discretely shifting his magazine around on his lap, he couldn't help but give his hard dick one quick stroke outside his pants before flicking on the television display to see what kinds of shows would be available during the flight. His stiffening cock strained against the fabric of his jeans, and he had to shift slightly in his seat to make his hard-on less obvious, and to make himself more comfortable.
* * *
As the flight attendant was removing their dinner trays, Dayna found herself starting to yawn. It was already 11pm and it was so boring being stuck on the plane; the flight wouldn't land in London for another 6 hours. She turned to look at Corey, who was firmly fixated on the movie he was watching. He's such a handsome guy, she thought to herself. He's always so serious at work that she'd never really paid attention to his dark eyes, his great smile, or his deep, smooth voice. And she'd certainly never noticed those tattoos! Wow, sexy! She realized she probably never paid much attention because he's notoriously perceived as a prick by others around the office, but she sensed he had a softer side that just needed a little coaxing to come out. He'd always seemed like a nice guy when it was just the two of them shooting the breeze or talking about their weekend, when he wasn't acting like the tough-guy boss that his job demanded.
Corey suddenly noticed her staring at him and turned to look at her. She blushed deeply from being caught, then stammered out an excuse, "I was just going to tell you that I'm going to lay down and try to catch some zzzz's before we land. Are you planning to sleep at all?"
"Yeah," Corey agreed, "this movie will be ending in 10 minutes. If you want to wait, we can go to bed together." His face turned beet red as she expressed a look of shock. "Uhhh I didn't mean it like that, I meant that in 10 minutes I'll be turning the light and TV off, so if you want to wait, it'll be darker and quieter."
