It wasn't the first time that either Chanel or I joined the mile high club but it was the best. We did included Sara our flight attendant into our club. She took Chanel's cock and after a hard cum, she was done.
We were awoken by Sara and still had that just fucked look. We had about forty minutes before landing which gave us time to clean up and change. I put on a fresh shirt under my grey suit and tied up my Armani shoe. A bit later, Chanel emerged fully dressed. She wore a nicely cut, business jacket and a little less than respectable, above the knee skirt. It looked like she was wearing seamed stockings. I could make out the bumps from her clips and straps from her garter belt. She didn't wear a shirt but wore a white, silk camisole beneath her tailored jacket. Simple pearls finished off her ensemble.
We finished enjoying some coffee just as we touched down and rolled to the hanger. Chanel said donning some black rimmed glasses. She looked so hot, I wanted to fuck her right then. "Why don't you introduce me as your secretary?"
The doors opened and three clients boarded. Roger was the boisterous manager and Dave was the knowledgeable procurement manager. I didn't recognize the third person. She was introduced as Blair, the boss of Roger and Dave. The blond Blair stood only about five feet tall and was overweight but had a very pretty face. She took a sniff and wrinkled her nose. I'm sure there was still the scent of sex in the plane.
Roger's and Dave's eyes popped when I introduced Chanel as my Exec Assistant, I doubt if they even recognized who she was. Blair took a suspicious second look but said nothing while they shook hands.
The plan was for me to meet with the three while flying them to HQ in Toronto. They needed to do some restocking and stuff and it would be a bit before we could leave. Sara served us some coffee and Danishes as we talked about the contracts.
Chanel sat off to the main table but faced towards Roger and Dave. Blair's back was more towards her. I watched her cross and re-cross her stocking legs; each time her hem rose up her thighs a bit more. She pretended to take notes and seemed oblivious of her creeping hemline or the lacy stocking welt peeking from beneath. She dangled one of her black stiletto heels off her toes. I noted Dave and Roger kept one eye on Chanel and were having a tough time concentrating. Their heads bobbed in time with the shoe. I chuckled internally and wonder what they would say if they knew Chanel had a beautiful cock.
We landed in Toronto after signing a Memorandum of Understanding. The company was a limo waiting for them to take them to our office. I could tell Blair was pissed at both Dave and Roger for ogling Chanel. We all stood, well some of us stood to shake hands. Both Dave and Roger were slightly stooped to hide the tenting in their pants. There was even a slight bump showing from under Chanel's skirt.
Meanwhile, Chanel and I flew off to NYC where I had pre-arranged a number of things. First was wardrobe. I took Chanel to one of my favourite shops that serviced both sexes. I picked out a number of suits and had them tailored to my on-prem specs. I told Nicole the service associate helping Chanel what we had planned and to make sure she wanted for nothing. All of it went on my personal card.
"Chanel. Nicole will take care of everything for the evening when we go to the show. I need to go to a meeting and will return in a couple of hours. Maybe you'll be done by then... but I doubt it." I smiled and kissed her good bye for now.
The meeting went well. I estimated based on the RFP, it would cost the client about seven mil. I doubt any other company could come close to that.
I dashed back to the shop and as I thought, Chanel and Nicole were barely halfway done. It was another hour and a half before everything was over. After watching her try on a number of things, I took Chanel to Tavern on the Green for a late lunch. We shared some Blue Island oysters for apps (and for later). Chanel had the Shrimp Chicory salad while I ate the diver scallops.
It was still a bit early so we took a horse drawn carriage around the park. We snuggled together on ride; her hand rested on my lap. It was about an hour before we stopped at the Park Lane Hotel where I normally stay while in New York. We were escorted to the two bedroom Penthouse suite. Chanel gave me a funny look at the two bed rooms but if she needed privacy she'd need her own room. And it was the normal room I'd stay in if available. The clothes shop had dropped off all our purchases and Renee the Concierge had everything set up and unpacked for us.
There was a huge soaker tub we both relaxed in before we put the oysters to good use before getting ready for the show. I put on one of the new suites with a new white, French cuffed shirt and silk tie. The matching silver and pearl cuff links and tie clip were perfect. I stared out at the vista while waiting for Chanel. I turned when I heard her voice say. "Wow you look good, all cleaned up!"
She spun around. My mouth dropped. Chanel looked gorgeous. No. Better than gorgeous. She wore a slim-fitting, floor length, spaghetti strap, iridescent sequin dress. The front had a plunging V-neckline that went down to her navel. The back was open so no way to wear a bra. But the main feature was the high leg slit that went up to her hip. "Sorry. I know you love them but there's no way to wear stockings and garters with this dress."
I wanted to fuck her there and then but came over and gave her a long kiss on her perfectly made up lips. "You're perfect!"
