I was sitting in the WorldClub in Detroit at noon, counting the hours down until Lily was to join me. It was our first business trip together, and I was definitely looking forward to mixing business with pleasure. We were heading to see a client in San Francisco, and turning the Friday morning meeting into a long weekend in Napa Valley sipping wine and finding new and exciting places to make love. Unfortunately, all I had for now was about six hours of waiting, as Lily's flight in from Minneapolis wasn't due in until six. An hour and a half later we'd be on the plane, hopefully resting enough to do more than just sleep when we hit the bed at our hotel the night before the meeting.
At the moment, I was running through a couple of dozen scenarios on what would happen just after the hotel door opened, somewhere around twelve hours from now. Not surprisingly, every one of them included a healthy dose of Lily's hot mouth sucking my hard cock.... Not surprisingly, my cock was, in fact, very hard, thinking about Lily's lips moving up and down on me, teasing a load of hot cum out of me and into her greedy mouth. Never one to fail to return a favor, there was an equal amount of time devoted to my tongue ravaging her luscious pussy, and any one of twenty different positions where I made sure in my mind that she lost track of her orgasms.
I closed my eyes and leaned my head back slightly, with an open magazine carefully covering the bulge that my jeans couldn't begin to cover. The first glass of wine, on a relatively empty stomach, had me trying to figure out ways to move up the time for us to be together. Nothing I could think of, short of sneaking in a blow-job on the plane (assuming Lily had a couple drinks and no one was in the seat next to us) was going to help.
The second glass of wine convinced me that it would be worth the embarrassment that would be caused after we walked out of the airplane lavatory together at 40,000 feet after a hasty fuck. I only hoped Lily would be wearing a skirt for the trip, because my mind was feverishly planning how I was going to lean her up against the wall, lift her skirt up and drive my raging hardon into her hot, tight, soaking wet pussy. This was a lot less about joining the "mile high" club, and a lot more about fulfilling a basic need, the need for my woman's body, a need that had increased as we spent more time together. I envisioned every stroke, and the feel of her breasts as I reached around her and cupped them, pinching her nipples, loving the feel of her ass grinding back against me, pulling me farther inside her, the muscles rippling against my cock, trying desperately to milk everything from me.
Something soft and familiar intruded on my fantasy, a scent that did nothing to calm my cock. I cursed the unknown woman silently, knowing I was five hours away from the woman who normally wore that particular Victoria's Secret scent, and telling myself that if she was going to tease me with her smell, she ought to have the decency to give me a quick fuck while I waited for the real thing. Without warning, I felt a hand slide under the magazine, knowing exactly where to put a hand for maximum effect, and a very familiar voice quietly whispering "is this for me?" followed by a hot tongue flicking deep inside my ear adding an exclamation point.
"What the hell?" I said as I jerked out of my fantasy, feeling her sit close to me on the couch in the secluded part of the club I'd been sitting in to pass the time. "Baby... what are you doing here? Did the meeting go all right?"
"Two additional projects later this year, Mr. President, Sir. They liked your report and my presentation, and it didn't hurt that I didn't wear a bra at the meeting and sucked off the Vice President in the break room before I left." Lily winked as a flash of jealousy shot across my face. She even managed to giggle as she added "Gotcha!" just before I was about to tell her I was never letting her out of my sight again. She added that she'd been able to grab an early flight and wanted to surprise me.
Lily was leaning across my body, punctuating every phrase with a kiss, soft at first, then more insistently, her left hand never letting go of my cock. I suppose I should have been a little more discreet, but it was a quiet corner, we were facing the other direction and there were only a few people in the room, and frankly, the hot little thing sitting next to me was more intoxicating than a half dozen drinks. Her right hand held my hand, and brought it up to her chest, loosening a button on her silk blouse and pulling my hand inside, where I found out she'd actually managed to take her bra off somehow before she sat down with me. Her hard nipple burned the center of my palm as I slowly squeezed my baby's tit. "Surprise," Lily said. "I figured I deserved a bonus for this project, and looking a little slutty in public is just the right way to start."
I couldn't resist a smile as I thought of my highly competent, professional, classy, always proper fiancé talking about how much she loved looking a little slutty. Never one to shirk from a public display of affection, I continued to massage her breast as she sat up a little straighter to tell me about the meeting and her flight to see me. She gave me more details, but it was clear that her mind was drifting, and she had to keep repeating herself to make her points. I had one of her points firmly in hand, and made sure that her hard nipple was getting a lot of attention. The breast massage was getting to her, and she closed her eyes slightly and her hand began an almost unconscious pulsing and stroking rhythm on my cock. This was all well and good, but it was going to end up with me spilling my load in my underwear, and Lily likely to be frustrated all the way to San Francisco.
The math was simple. Horny couple that hadn't seen each other in a week. Hard cock, soaked pussy, and at least 12 hours now until a hotel room was available. Although only part of my brain was working, it was able to do the math. Not enough time to get a room at the airport hotel, even if a room was available (which it wasn't, as I'd already checked). Too public right here, and not only would we get kicked out of the club if she mounted me right here, we'd probably have to leave the airport and we'd miss the important flight. A stroke of brilliance, born as much out of impending need rather than intelligence, hit me.
"Baby.... Baby" I said slowly, as I removed my hand from Lily's warm full breast and closed the button. "Don't lose that thought... I'm going to get us a room."
"What? Huh" was all she said, but she leaned back and with a quick final squeeze, she said "Hurry back or I'm going to jump the next guy that walks by." Properly motivated, I went to the front desk, and quite properly asked the desk attendant how I might go about using one of the several showers the club made available. Finding out that it was merely a token $20 charge for an hour's use, and that the individual facilities each had a shower stall and small dressing room, I quickly handed her my club card and charge card and got a key. I walked back to the couch to Lily, who had her eyes closed and, unbelievably, was actually cupping her own breast gently, much to the obviously frustrating dismay of two middle-aged businessmen who'd taken their seats a few rows over.
I bent down and breathed in her ear to grab her carry-on and follow me. She got up and arranged her clothes quickly, although no amount of straightening was going to hide the hard nipples poking through the tight silk blouse covering her breasts, straining at the fabric and pulling the buttons apart. I was proud of my hot little lady as every male head turned to follow her with their eyes as I pulled her toward the back of the club where the showers and meeting rooms were located.
