Sunday
Tim was close enough to inhale the wonderful fragrance- slightly sweet, slightly musky, and totally intoxicating. Moisture glistening on the expanding petals, giving the wonderful impression of freshness and vitality-all this he took in as the gentle, insistent pressure on his back and shoulders brought him closer and closer. "Yes," thought Tim, "I'm really going to enjoy eating this pussy."
The pressure on his back was produced by a pair of very sexy, silk-encased thighs and calves belonging to an absolute goddess of a flight attendant. Her name was Cheryl, and she had made Tim's flight to his week-long conference a joy. Small touches, extra attention, sexy looks-all made Tim feel special, especially since they were delivered by a woman who was obviously proud of her well-rounded body. Her tits sat proudly on her chest; he guessed them to be a full c-cup; her waist curved in enough to draw attention to her hips, which were firm, well-rounded, and bounced slightly as she walked. Her black silk stockings whispered as she walked, letting Tim know that her thighs were full and ripe.
Those thighs and calves were drawing Tim inexorably closer to the flower-like pussy he was so intent on cherishing with his mouth. Just a little closer-tongue out, inhale.......
"Mr. Allen. Mr. Allen, wake up. We're ready to land. Let me help you with your seatbelt," said Cheryl, as she leaned down to fasten Tim's seatbelt around his waist. Her hand inadvertently grazed his erection, which brought him fully awake and staring down her blouse at her delectable breasts. Tim blinked and realized he had been dreaming, sporting an erection like a horny teenager.
Having finished her work, Cheryl left him and seemed to give her ass an extra swing as she strode down the aisle. Upon landing, Tim made his way leisurely to the front of the plane, hoping to tell Cheryl how much he enjoyed the flight, but she was nowhere to be seen. Slightly disappointed, he claimed his bag and hailed a taxi.
The conference hotel was near the center of the city, and when Tim checked in, he was pleasantly surprised to find that his room was on the second floor, and had two king-sized beds. After hanging his clothes and sorting his toiletries, he changed into a casual shirt and pair of slacks, planning on having a drink before dinner in the hotel dining room.
The hotel bar was pleasant enough, and the barmaid made Tim very comfortable. One drink turned into two and Tim, noticing his buzz, realized he was here for work and not play. He left the sexy barmaid a very generous tip and made his way through the lobby towards the dining room.
Passing near the registration desk, Tim saw Cheryl sitting in one of the chairs with a distraught look on her face. He approached and called her name, "Cheryl?"
She looked at him with a pair of puffy eyes that said she had been crying, and stood as he got close.
"Oh, Mr. Allen. I'm so glad to see you! They seem to have lost my reservation. I stay here frequently when I have a few days off, and this has never happened before. I don't know what I'm going to do. Every room here is booked by your conference," she said, finally pausing to catch her breath.
Tim took a moment to digest all she had said and offered a suggestion. "I know you haven't had time to eat," he said. "Let's get some dinner and see if we can figure out a plan."
They entered the restaurant and were seated quickly. After making their dinner choices, Tim said, "Look, without trying to be anything but helpful, my room has two king-sized beds. You are welcome to sleep on the extra bed, and I can attend my meetings and you can enjoy your vacation. If you don't mind being seen with and old man, we may even be able to go to dinner together one night."
The smile that spread across Cheryl's face said it all. "I don't know what to say. That's the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. Are you sure your wife won't mind?" she asked.
Tim explained that he was a widower, and soon, he and Cheryl were talking and laughing like old friends. Cheryl made sure to touch his hand, or occasionally graze his leg with her calf. They ate leisurely and, as she became more comfortable, Cheryl opened up about herself. She was from a small town, had trained with the airline straight out of high school, and had been working with them for ten years. She had married a mid-level airline executive, but her schedule was not to his liking, so the marriage had ended five years ago.
The waiter made them aware that it was closing time, and after some gentle persuasion, Tim let Cheryl pay for their dinner. He took her bag and was waiting for her at the door of the restaurant. They took the stairs to Tim's room, and Cheryl made herself at home rather quickly. She took her toiletries and pajamas into the bathroom and Tim soon heard the shower. Evidently more tired than he expected, he got into his sleep trousers and crawled into his bed, setting his watch alarm. Almost immediately, the hum of the shower lulled him to sleep.
Monday
When he awoke the next morning, Cheryl was sound asleep and he tried not to wake her. He showered, dressed, and left a note for her to call him when she awoke, leaving his personal cell number. The conference provided breakfast, and, although everyone had assigned seats, Tim saw that the intent was for the participants to get to know each other. He found himself sitting with two guys about his age, from similar-sized banks, and enjoyed the meal. The opening session proved interesting, and Tim was actually startled when his phone vibrated. "I'm awake! Going shopping!"
The lunch was along the same lines as breakfast, and Tim again sat with the same two guys. They had gotten back to work when his phone vibrated again. This time the message read, "4 ur I's only." Tim went to the bathroom and opened the picture accompanying the message. Cheryl had indeed been shopping and stood before the camera attired in a white lace choker with a black velvet ribbon, a sheer apron that barely covered the tops of her thighs, and shimmering white thigh-high hose. He could make out a white patch of material covering her pussy. Her breasts were larger than he had thought, and her areolas showed as dark circles through the sheer apron. Her nipples pressed against the front of the apron, creating small tents of sexy fabric. The caption read, "At your service."
He felt his cock spring to life, and realized he would have a hard time concentrating on the afternoon session, even though the material was interesting and professionally presented. Finally the session wound down and Tim declined the chance to grab a drink with his coworkers. He planned on grabbing something much hotter and softer. When he entered the hotel room, Cheryl was not to be seen. He heard water running in the bathroom and quietly peeked inside.
Cheryl was on her knees beside the tub, adjusting the water and adding scented soap flakes. Tim took in her almost bare back and ass, looking lustily at the curve of her spine as it joined her spectacular ass. Only the apron's neck strap and ties were visible, but remembering the white material covering her pussy in the picture, Tim looked further. Ah! There it was-a thin, white elastic string running up the crack of her ass and around her waist. Talk about sexy! Tim cleared his throat so as not to startle her.
