Chapter 13
Keri and Mick Go For Pizza
Lately it always seemed that something was going on around the house. I was working on something before or after practice, Keri was doing something that needed to be done for clients on the other side of the globe. Sarah was cleaning or cooking or was gone with Danny. That is why our morning and evening shower time was so packed with intimate moments.
I usually had competitions on weekends, every weekend it seemed. One weekend the really good athletes would compete, the next was the mid-level ones, the next was the novice level ones. When a weekend rolled around that was free, in the pre-Keri days I would unplug my phone and my clock and sleep until I woke up on Saturday and Sunday.
In the post-Keri days I would still sleep in, but Keri would wake me up with a kiss or with a wet mouth on my cock, or she would come into the bedroom with a plate full of bacon. I know people who love to wake up to the smell of coffee, which I don't drink, but for me, waking up to the smell of bacon is really nice. After a shower we would amble down stairs and make our plans for the day.
Since my competition schedule is set a year in advance, Keri's habit was to have some sort of surprise for me on my open weekends. She knew how much I needed to get someplace where my head was completely away from work for those few hours and she did some amazing things. Me, I would have been happy to just lie around the house and watch Keri and Sarah wander around naked all day, taking a few liberties here and there to pull Keri's pussy to my face as she walked by or just reaching out to let my hand brush her skin as she walked by.
And Keri? Oh no, not Keri. I found out real fast that an open weekend meant that we were off to an adventure. Once we headed off to Kansas City for a Chiefs game. Another time we were off to Temecula, CA for a concert by Bobby Caldwell, one of my favorite jazz artists. Her adventures were always a surprise and a lot of fun.
This Saturday morning she woke me and rushed me through a sexless shower and into some blue jeans and a t-shirt. The one time I got to slow down and look at the clock it said that it was 9 AM.
"Hurry Hon!" She demanded as she pulled me by the hand out into the garage. "I want to take you out for a pizza lunch."
Then we were into the SUV and gone.
To the airport!
We jumped onto one of the corporate jets that her company leased and we were off.
"I thought we were going for pizza."
"We are Mick, we are off to Chicago for some Gino's East deep dish pizza!"
After our first weekend air trip, I got the idea that we should join the mile high club, but on succeeding trips, the flight attendants were always hovering, so if we were going to get naked it was not going to be in private. On this trip the attendants were a couple of young women who were much more open and friendly than previous crews. We struck up a conversation during the 6 hour flight and the two women were not always hovering but they were always attentive.
One of the attendants was a brunette and the other was blonde. Both were about five and a half feet tall, height and weight proportionate. One had a mole on the left side of her face, a very attractive feature. The attendant with the mole, the brunette, was Yvonne and the others name was Lynn.
Keri was dressed in jeans and a blouse with a tank top underneath. She wore no bra and her girls wiggled deliciously whenever she moved or when the plane hit turbulence. I caught the attendants admiring Keri's breasts a few times and so I got the idea that maybe they would not mind our mile high initiation.
When we landed at Midway airport, the two opened the door and went out to the storage area and retrieved our bags. A limo was waiting for us at the private terminal. Keri looked at Lynn and Yvonne and spoke.
"Do you two need a ride to a hotel or something?"
"No, but thanks. We will just grab a cab."
"Nonsense! Get your bags and get in here, we will take you to your hotel."
"We don't really have a hotel. Your original crew canceled out about an hour before the flight and so we got called in at the last minute. The pilot and copilot usually stay with friends. We were just going to take a cab to one of the little hotels around the airport."
"Bullshit! If you don't mind, please come with us and I will get you a room at our hotel and see that you are properly taken care of. Please."
Lynn and Yvonne looked at each other and had a shared a look. Then they went into the cabin and grabbed their flight bags.
"Thanks so much."
The driver opened the limo door and Keri got in first, followed by Yvonne and then Lynn. I got in last. The driver closed the door and after settling behind the wheel, spoke on the intercom.
"Please feel free to have a drink from the mini bar. It will take us about 40 minutes to get to your hotel. Your room has already been checked in and your room key is in the folder in the door sleeve."
"Thank you very much. Can you contact the hotel and see if they have another room for our friends?"
Keri sounded so.......rich. She was used to dealing with people. She was never bossy or demeaning. She knew that these folks were working for a living. She expected service and she always made sure that doing business with her was a major nice day for all involved.
"Yes, ma'am."
The intercom clicked off. I opened the bar and took out a small bottle of very good Scotch. Keri grabbed two glasses and I filled them with ice and flowed with a generous pour. Keri handed them to a very surprised Lynn and Yvonne and retrieved two more glasses. I scooped up more ice and repeated the process for our drinks.
"To a fun weekend and perhaps some fun a mile high on the way home. Perhaps."
"Mick! Ladies, Mick has this goal to join the mile high club someday. I am sorry if he embarrassed you."
"You would be surprised how many people do that in the private planes. We just try to look the other way."
We shared some general chit chat as we drank and relaxed in the back of the limo. The two attendants seemed to be very good friends and also seemed to be two of the most polite women of their age that we had ever met.
"Ma'am?" It was the driver on the intercom.
"Yes?"
"The hotel had a room with two queen beds available. I reserved it in your name."
"Go ahead and use my account to pay for them and include dinner at the hotel restaurant for two."
"Yes ma'am." Click.
"You did not need to do that Miss..."
"Stop right now!" Keri was speaking in her stern "I Am The Boss" voice. "My name is Keri and this is Mick and I will be really insulted if you refuse. I might be so upset that I will not have sex with Mick for a week!"
"Holy shit!" I faux exclaimed. "Please don't refuse!"
The two women caught on to the joke and laughed as they again thanked Keri for her generosity. We continued our conversation and in no time at all we arrived at the hotel. It was one of the best in Chicago, one that I would have never thought of staying in if I was paying. The limo came to a stop and the hotel doorman opened the door while the driver proceeded to the trunk to retrieve everyone's luggage.
One of the bellmen grabbed our bags and welcomed us to the hotel. We followed him into the hotel where the bell captain greeted us.
"According to my information," he said in a friendly tone, "two of you have a room and keys and are already checked in."
"That would be Mick and I," Keri answered. "We arranged for these two ladies on our drive from Midway."
"I have their keys with me, so if you would please follow me, I will take you to your rooms."
The bellman led us to the elevator and pressed the button. In a short time the door slid open and of all the things I did not expect, there stood one of them. An elevator operator!
The bellman said, "Eighth floor please."
The operator slid the door shut and reached for the old fashioned handle and pressed it forward. The car moved up at a smooth rate with a bell ringing at each floor. The operator slowly pulled back on the handle and brought the car to a halt perfectly aligned with the eighth floor. He pulled on the door lever and slid the door open. The bell man slid the floor gate open and stepped out.
We followed him down a very elegant hallway. Lynn and Yvonne were speechless at the opulence of the design. I was as well but I'd learned to hide my amazement of the lives rich people live.