My heels clacked on the tiled floor of the airport. Businessmen and vacationers alike passed me by as I walked down the airport terminal. My luggage wheeled behind me as my pant suit clung ever so slightly to my hips. I was starting to worry a bit. Our flight was delayed again, and we might not make it to the conference in time.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. I bit my lip absentmindedly as I fished it out. It was a text from my associate, Jason. We'd been sent out of the office for a week to present our newest product at a national conference. It was a big deal, and we didn't have much room for error. It was one of those 'make or break' moments in your career, and the stress was really starting to get to me.
I looked down at the text. Jason had found a bar near our gate and grabbed us some seats. I let out a sigh. A drink sounded heavenly right now. I picked up my luggage and headed off towards the bar.
I'd really been dreading this trip. I wasn't one for big presentations or speeches, but for some reason upper management had decided that I'd be the one showcasing our newest product. Of course, turning down the offer would have been career suicide. The only bright side to the trip was that Jason was coming along. He was a few rungs below me on the corporate ladder, but damn was he smart. If he didn't make C-suite executive one day, then something was wrong with this world.
Plus, he was beyond attractive. Between his firm jawline and large, strong hands, it was hard to pay attention during meetings. I'd been doubly lucky, we'd started fucking a few weeks ago. It was against company policy, but it's not like we had planned it. We'd went to go grab drinks at happy hour after work one day, and one thing had led to another. Before I knew it, we were fucking almost nonstop.
My lips curled up into a smile. God he was amazing. I'd never met a man like him before. He was unbelievably smart, and so caring and attentive in bed! Just thinking about it started to drive me crazy. My pace quickened.
I wondered if maybe we'd be able to play around a bit before our flight left. Would we have time? Where would we go?
I started to get excited thinking about it. Would he even want to take the risk?
Once the thought drove itself into my head, I couldn't stop thinking about it. As I walked I felt my groin start to get hot. I couldn't help but fantasize about hooking up in some abandoned corner of the airport.
Before I'd realized it, I was standing outside of the bar. It was a fairly forgettable place, a carbon copy of the millions of bars that occupied airports all across the country. I walked in and spotted Jason immediately. He'd grabbed us a quiet booth in the corner of the fairly busy bar. He was wearing a crisp, new suit that he'd bought just for the presentation. All I could think about was how much fun it would be to slowly peel the damn thing off of him.
I felt the stares of some of the single male customers as I walked over to Jason. I smiled internally. Most of them were your typical traveling businessman. Nothing much going on besides a somewhat decent suit. I could almost taste their envy as I sat down in front of Jason. No, it took a completely different type of man to win me over.
Jason looked up from his whiskey and stared at me. His face crinkled into a warm smile that traveled up into his piercing, pale blue eyes.
"You got here fast. How are you holding up?" He asked me. His voice was deep, yet gentle and caring.
"I'm okay." I paused for a moment as I ran my fingers through my hair, "Well not that okay. I'm a bit of a wreck to be honest."
His face softened. I wondered if he could hear the worry in my voice. He reached over and held my right hand in his left one. It was strong and reassuring. He gave me a slight squeeze.
"Don't worry about it. The flight will be fine, and the presentation will go great. If anyone can deal with all of this, it's definitely you."
"Thanks. I'm sure it'll be fine. The flight delay isn't a big deal, we'll still get there in time. I just can't get my mind off of it."
His thumb started to caress the back of my hand as I talked. Small waves of warmth pulsed from his touch. I looked up and saw the worry in his face.
"Is there anything I can do? Get you a drink? Or maybe a massage? I saw a cool massage parlor a few gates back. I'm sure that'll help take your mind off of it. I just don't want to see you so stressed out."
I started to relax just from his touch alone. In that moment I knew what I needed to help me get through this. I smiled and bit my lip.
"Well ... I think there is something that could help me unwind."
As I spoke I brought my foot up to caress his inner calf. A look of shock and surprise washed over his face as I ran my foot up and down his leg. He was adorable. For all of his gruff charm, he was still a bit of an innocent lil puppy.
He lowered his voice to a whisper as I felt the rough muscle underneath his pants.
"Here? At the airport? What happens if we get caught?"
I smiled, "I'm sure we could figure something out. Come on, it'll help me relax."
I started to stroke his fingers with mine. I could feel my nipples start to get hard; they pressed against the inside of my bra. I felt constricted by my blouse and pants. I wanted Jason to get up and rip them off of me.
"But where? Shouldn't we just wait until we get to the hotel?"
I could hear the conflict in his voice. I knew he wanted it, and wanted to help me too.
"But didn't you say that you'd do anything to help me relax." I teased.
I leaned over the table ever so slightly and pushed my breasts out. I felt the fabric of my blouse stretch. His eyes wandered down to my chest for a split second. In that moment, I knew that I'd won.
He raised his eyes to mine. "Well, I did say that I'd help you relax, and to be honest I've been a bit nervous too. Maybe it'd be for the best, for both of us."
I smiled as I got up from the table, "That's the spirit."
He laid a twenty down on the table and got up after me. We sped out of the bar, both of us excited and nervous. We walked down the terminal searching for some place to hide for a bit. My eyes scanned the terminal. I had no clue what we were looking for, but I was sure I'd know it when I saw it.
I felt Jason's hand on my shoulder. He motioned towards something across the terminal isle from us. I followed his gaze. A massage parlor sat across the way from us. In the window, the shop boasted having private massage rooms for rent. I looked up at Jason. He gave me a big grin. He took my hand and we rushed over to the shop.
We burst through the store front. I could barely contain myself as we dealt with the front desk. In a matter of minutes we'd negotiated a private room without a masseuse. They said the room even had a lock. I wondered if we weren't the first couple to try this.
Jason led me into the room. My luggage trailed behind me, it was barely an after thought. We jumped at each other as soon as the door closed behind us. Jason craned his neck down and kissed me. His lips were rough against mine. He cradled the base of my neck with his hand. Small pin pricks of electricity trailed from his touch. I felt my heart beat faster as he kissed me.
My hands traveled across his arms and back as I pressed my lips back into his. I took his suit coat off and flung it into a corner of the room.
His hands held me tight as mine travelled down to his belt. We broke apart as I started to wrestle with his belt. He smiled at me as he started to unbutton his shirt. I stared into his eyes. My breaths were getting shorter. My pussy was on fire. I wanted him so badly.
"I still can't believe that we're doing this." He said to me.
