OK, maybe not a true business trip. But she had a conference to attend, and he could always schedule a few appointments in town, to justify the expense account. Just a couple good excuses to get away together. In fact, the schedule didn't even work out exactly right for them to fly in together. So she had already been in town, and had a half a day's worth of conference under her belt, before he even arrived. He had checked into the hotel room and headed straight to the pool, to wait for her to wrap up the day's conference. When she finally appeared on the garden walkway between the hotel and the pool, he wasn't the only person to sit up and take notice.
Julie was tall and strikingly beautiful. Her long brown curls bounced effortlessly as she strode across the garden. Pausing briefly at the entrance to the pool deck, she flipped her hair back, and donned her sunglasses like a movie star. Quickly scanning the rows of lounge chairs, she found him, and stepped into the sun.
Brendan was pretty average build, with dark hair and clear blue eyes, and he did his best to keep his muscular body in shape. But no matter what he did, his wife was clearly the attention getter. This was another time when that fact was obvious. As every set of eyes that looked up at the sound of her approaching footsteps, continued staring at her as she passed. He stayed seated on the lounge chair, to relish his luck. He watched the onlookers follow her movement. They probably thought that their sunglasses would hide their gaze, but it didn't matter. How could you not stare? She wore a fitted button down blouse, just opaque enough to be classy business attire, but the white fabric revealed a faint silhouette of her flesh in the sun. As she walked towards him, her long legs opened the slit up the side of her grey pencil skirt with each stride. And each step of her high heels drew attention to her sculpted calves.
When she finally reached his chair, she stood over him momentarily, and he casually looked up at his wife. No friendly greeting. No warm hug. She knew just what to do in this setting. Straightening her legs, she leaned over at her waist, her skirt riding up slightly, and the fabric stretched over the curves of her ass. Brendan started to sit up to meet her kiss halfway, but she leaned her hands on his chest and planted her open mouth on his with authority. Unable to reach anything else, he caressed each side of her face with his hands, as their tongues explored.
"Hi Baby," she whispered.
"You look amazing," he said, desperately reaching for her waist.
As his hand found her hip, he tried to pull her closer. But she instead stood up briefly, pulled up the hem of her skirt, and placed one knee between his legs on the chair. Leaning forward, with her other leg out straight behind her, she began to kiss him again. And as he pulled her in, her skirt taught between her spreading legs, the slit opened to reveal the length of her leg all the way to the top of her thigh.
As she stood back up, she straightened out her skirt, remembering that hundreds of her colleagues were wandering around the hotel complex. She glanced around, as the onlookers quickly looked back down at their books.
"Should I go put my swimsuit on, or do you wanna come upstairs with me?" she asked, as though she didn't know the answer.
Brendan quickly jumped up, gathered his phone and room key, and discreetly shifted the slight swelling in the front his trunks. He eagerly followed her back across the pool deck towards the hotel lobby. Once in the elevator, they were joined by an older couple in typical cheesy tourist clothes. Brendan fought the urges to pounce on his wife there in the elevator. He looked out of place in swim trunks and a cut off tee shirt, with a gorgeous business woman on his arm. As they left the elevator, his hands found her ass, and he guided her hurriedly to their room.
"Maybe we don't have time for all this?" she said. "We have to go to the conference reception tonight."
"We'll have time," he assured her, wrapping his arms around her as they entered the room.
"I'm serious," she argued, and pushed him over onto the bed. "You think you get to fuck me and take two minutes to get ready for dinner? I'd have to shower and re-do my hair, and everything."
"But baby, I haven't seen you in a couple days," he said, taking off his shirt, "and you look amazing in that skirt and those heels. You're killin me."
"Oh yeah," she whispered, standing in front of the dressing mirror. She watched in the mirror as he slid to the edge of the bed, and sat behind her. His head was level with the small of her back, and his hand slid up the inside of her thigh. With his other hand, he lightly pushed her upper body over, and she rested her hands on the low dresser. With both hands he caressed her legs, sliding her skirt up, until the slit revealed her round bottom. He kissed her lightly on one cheek, then the other, moaning with desire. When his fingers found the heat of her crotch, she straightened up.
