Business in San Francisco was perfect, but I had to get to Philly before the next fire started. Our west coast team was doing a phenomenal job since we moved Eric out there, but the void he left in Philadelphia was coming to a head.
So I told Angela and the kids I'd be out an extra day, rerouting my flight home to Philly instead of Baltimore the night before. I could drive a rental home in the afternoon. Home in time for dinner. Angela was upset because she didn't think my team appreciated everything I did to make their worlds run smoothly. We fought about it and barely spoke or texted during our trips. She was right, but I had a job to do.
The flight landed in Philly at 10PM, so I didn't make it downtown until 11. The chilly fall air was enough to wake me from my cross-country slumber, but I really just wanted to head home. Angela had left for a conference in Italy the night before I left for San Francisco. Because the kids were still with her parent's, I'd thought about heading home for the night for a quick apology fuck, but I had a full morning planned. I needed a rested body and a clear head. Promoting DawnLee over Augustus in Philly was going to divide the studio nobody how we rolled it out, but we had no other choice. Augustus was a popular guy in the office, but he wouldn't have been effective in a leadership position. He greased the wheels but was not the engine. DawnLee has gotten shit done in every roll she's had. I'd groomed her in Baltimore to run that office but she followed some idiot boyfriend to Philly. Now she was focused at work and we could take advantage of her newfound dedication.
That would let Augustus continue to keep up that wild bachelor life he was living. He was everybody's Best Man because he had a black book of talent that was ready to fuck anyone at all times. I don't know why he didn't just become a pimp.
As I pulled the vehicle up to the valet, I tried to clear my head of the politics. "Positive thoughts," I greeted Steven, the late shift valet, as I handed him the keys to rental. I'd made this trip before, but this stay was going to be different.
I was greeted by Antoine when I entered the lobby. "Should not have sent my boy west," he smiled as he shook his head. Eric had mentored Antoine when he was the misguided teen vandalizing the Philly studio's brick walls. Now Antoine is the misguided Assistant Manager at the boutique hotel we use for clients. "E's text said you'd be in and out so I took care of everything. 1803. Enjoy your 'Thank You' gift," he pronounced with pride when he handed me my key card.
"Thanks, Ant," I replied with what little energy I had left. "Wake up call for 6?" I followed knowing that the time change was about to play havoc on this trip.
"No problem," was the reply for every request I could remember. "And room service will follow at 6:15," he rushed as the elevator doors began to close.
I began to mentally unpack the contents of my bag in order to efficiently get through the night. I knew I'd instinctively read a few emails before I fell asleep, but I planned out the rest of my collapse - from taking my shower and brushing my teeth to laying out tomorrow's clothes and prepping notes for the meeting.
Once I entered the room I was in attack mode. I immediately turned the heat on blast so I'd fall asleep once I got out of the shower. I emptied my bag and repacked it while I watched the news naked. I only needed clothes tomorrow so was sleeping in my birthday suit. I took a $10 bill from my wallet and left it for the maid and readied my clothes, keys and glasses for the next day. As I headed to the bathroom I noticed a brown paper bag on the desk for the first time. There was a note attached with a roughly hand written note.
"Enjoy the Delassandros"
The aroma of my favorite Philly cheesesteak hugged me when I opened the bag. I knew I couldn't eat the whole sandwich at that hour, but I had to take a bite. Heaven. Then I quickly wrapped it up and tossed it in the fridge hoping I'd remember it in the morning.
I showered as my phone read my last 10 emails aloud. I laughed as the app I used had a default female voice and most of my messages were from guys (mental note: diversify the office!). Of course Eric warned me about the office vibe before telling me to enjoy the gift he'd sent to the hotel to lighten the mood. There was nothing pressing in my Inbox so I brushed, flossed, dried off, hit the lights and hit the pillow. The room was toasty so I was out.
Or so I thought.
I vaguely remember hearing a door key swipe, but assumed it was to the room across the hall. I didn't have the energy to check so I nodded back off.
Or so I thought.
Strangely I got whiff of my wife's favorite perfume and thought I was dreaming. I must have really wanted to go home and make up. The scent was faint but I remember wanting to open my eyes. I was so tired. I was obviously dreaming. I just dozed off.
Then I remembered feeling kisses on my neck and I smiled. This dream was becoming lifelike but I was too tired to really enjoy it. So I mumbled something about needing to wake up early. I assumed I was dreaming about my wife until I felt a hand travel down my chest and a bosom dance just above my mouth.
My first reaction was to reach for a breast even though my eyes were still closed. I was either having a dream about Angela or Angela had made the trip up to Philly to see her man. Either way I was about to enjoy her. But as I began to reach for her body I felt a tug on my wrist.
My wrist was wrapped loosely by some sort of scarf and I couldn't bring my hand towards the breast above me. But before I could panic and wake, I heard a 'shhhhh' as I tugged harder. The scarf that was wrapped around my arm fell loose, but a hand pushed me back just as I started to pull on my other arm. It had been loosely tied as well, but it quickly occurred to me that I wasn't really tied up tightly. I could break free if I wanted. This was just a game. Foreplay. So I figured I'd play along. I laid still while soft kisses were being painted from my neck to my ankles. Then I felt Angela use two more scarves to tie my legs to the foot of the bed. I briefly opened my eyes to try and catch a glimpse of my Angela's gorgeous ass but the room was pitch black. I closed my eyes as a new coat of kisses were applied from my ankles to my neck.
Unfortunately the entire experience was too calming. By now my arm was retied - still loosely - and the aroma of Angela's perfume was relaxing. I was supposed to be excited to have her make the trip to see me but I knew I couldn't stay awake. "Maybe in the morning?" I offered. "I missed you, too."
I could feel myself fading and I knew my dick wasn't hard. Her plan was backfiring and I couldn't help her. She'd never tied me up before, but I was simply too tired to enjoy it. The only reason I hadn't completely dozed off was the suspense of her not touching me. I knew that once her warm skin hit mine I'd be horny as hell or out like a light. But I could only feel her crawling around the bed as she continued painting my freshly showered body. I succumbed to sleep just as her warm breath covered my forearm.
I was out.
I'm not sure how long I was out, but I remember dreaming about being in the office and then in a mall and then at the beach when it swallowed me like a warm bath. My dick was in Angela's mouth and she was sucking it so slow I was about to cum. I had no idea how long it had been in her mouth but I was damn certain that I was about fill her mouth. But I was still in the fog of slumber so I never warned her that I was about to erupt.
Of course she already knew, but I'd always thought myself a gentleman in these situations, especially when I had a couple of days worth of cum stored up. And as I feared, the load she received was quite ample.
