The plane landed softly on the runway. As we pulled to the gate I made a few last notes in my Blackberry regarding everything I need to accomplish during my week in New York City. It was going to be a very busy trip. My company sent me here to set up a new distribution center and I had already done a lot to make this new place a success.
After the seatbelt sign was turned off, the plane came alive as everyone tried to crowd the aisle at once. Overhead doors were banging, bags were being pulled every which way. I stayed in my seat; there was no rush to join the masses pressing towards the door.
After fifteen or so minutes, the aisle was mostly clear and I stood up. My legs were grateful to be moving again after the 4 hour flight. I grabbed my carry on, slung my handbag onto my shoulder and made my way to the front of the plane. I still had plenty of time to get my luggage, find a cab and make my way to the hotel.
Next came a completely hellish ride through the city in a taxi driven by someone with a death wish. I was never so happy to get out of a moving vehicle before in my life. I paid the fare; the tip I gave the driver was more for sparing my life than anything else. As I walked into the double glass doors of my home for the week, my cell phone rang. Probably someone from work making sure I arrived okay. I smiled when I saw the number on the display. Scott Harris was one of my favorite clients and I had given him my number in case there was ever a problem with one of his orders when I wasn't in the office.
"Hiya babe, what's up?" I asked as I made my way through the lobby. Scott and I have become more than just work contacts and had evolved to playful flirting over the phone and by email. He had a sexy voice and I always got turned on whenever he called.
"I just called the office and someone told me you were in New York. Why didn't you tell me?" I hadn't had a chance to call him. Once I found out I would be making the trip things got very busy and he hadn't called to place any new orders.
"Maybe I wanted to surprise you." Like a good Southern Belle, I tried to play coy and charming with him. I actually had planned to just show up at his office and see what happened. We had never met face to face. I told him the purpose for the trip and gave him a brief rundown of my plans.
"Do you have time for drinks or dinner?" he asked, sounding a little eager. Actually dinner tonight sounded great. I promised to call him in an hour after I had time to check in and unpack. I hated living out of a suitcase, so I wanted to hang up my clothes and get settled.
As promised, I called his office an hour later. I was beginning to get excited and a little nervous about meeting him in person. Our conversations always left me wanting more. I knew he was slightly older than me, which didn't bother me in the least. I have always been more comfortable with older men. We agreed to meet in the bar in the lobby of the hotel for a drink at 6:30 that night. We had long since told each other the basics of what we looked like. I would be looking for a well built man in a navy blue sweater and khakis with brown hair and green eyes.
I had an hour to kill before we would meet so I fired up my computer and double checked my agenda for the next day. After making a few calls to check on other details, I changed into the nicest thing I brought on the trip, a simple navy blue dress. I was not one to buy into the hype of the quintessential little black dress. Most of my time this week would be walking through a warehouse so I didn't need much more than pullovers, pants and comfortable shoes. I brought the dress on the off chance I needed it. Okay, I packed it in case I carried through with my plan to meet Scott.
After a final touch up of my hair and makeup, I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs. The butterflies were working overtime as the elevator descended to the lobby. I took one last deep breath as the doors opened. The bar was on the far side of the hotel. My shoes clacked across the tile as I walked through the lobby. I stood in the doorway and scanned the room. At a table to the left I saw a very handsome man sitting alone with a drink.
Another deep breath or two later, I made my way to where he sat. "Scott?" I said almost meekly when I stopped at his table. All I could think in that second was "Oh my, I hope this is him." The man before me was even sexier than I had pictured.
"Tracy? Hi." His eyes locked with mine for what seemed like an eternity but was likely only seconds. "Wow," now it was his turn to whisper.
"It's great to finally meet you." Did we both just say that simultaneously? He stood up and leaned in to brush my cheek with his lips. I caught a hint of his cologne; it was intoxicating. He motioned for me to sit beside him and waved to get the server's attention. Although I wanted something stronger to calm my nerves, I ordered a glass of zinfandel.
While waiting for my drink, I studied him. His eyes drank me in as well. A smile spread across his face. "I can't believe we are finally face to face" he said. My glass was set in front of me as I nodded in agreement. I brought it to my lips and took a slow slip. Although we had talked a lot in recent months, we both seemed to be at a loss for words.
"I am sorry I didn't call when I found out I would be in the city." I explained that I had planned to stop by his office to meet face to face. No pressure, if nothing clicked, it would be a simple business meeting. He chuckled at the thought of me showing up at his office to surprise him. Knowing him as I did, I was sure he was picturing a scenario with me showing up in a trench coat and not much else. It was my turn to laugh at that image.
"What is so funny?" he asked. I told him what I was thinking and he laughed. "Maybe." A classic Scott response when I could tell his thoughts were more than PG rated. The sexual tension was beginning to fill the space between us. The conversation turned lighter as we both sipped our drinks. The topic of dinner was brought up and he asked if I would like to go to a great steak house he knew, Peter Luger's, in Brooklyn. It sounded like a great idea so he made a call and requested a table for a little later that evening.
The bar started to get crowded and noisy as it filled with business travelers finished with their meetings and appointments. Scott and I were beginning to have a little trouble hearing each other. I leaned closer to him so he wouldn't have to yell. His cologne again filled my senses. A mental image filled my head of taking him to bed. He smiled as he sensed what I was thinking. We still had an hour to waste before we needed to head to Brooklyn.
Our glasses were nearly empty and I stood up and reached to take his hand. Realizing we weren't staying he threw a couple of bills on the table and took my hand. We walked into the quieter lobby and toward the elevator, my heels again tapping on the tile. I pushed the elevator button and put my arm around his waist. He placed his hand on my back and I could feel the heat seep through the fabric of my dress.
Once inside the elevator, I pushed the number for my floor and watched the doors softly close. I turned to face Scott and it was my turn to brush my lips across his cheek. He turned his face and his lips met mine. It was a gentle kiss that ended all too quickly when the doors reopened. We stepped out and I fumbled in my bag for the room key. Like a gentleman, Scott took the key from my hand as we reached the door to my room. My heart was pounding as the latch released; he opened the door and gave me back the key.
I set my bag and key on the desk and turned to say something to him. Before I had a chance, his mouth was on mine in a kiss I felt clear to my feet. What I wanted to say was forgotten as I melted into his embrace. His tongue parted my lips as the kiss grew more passionate.
I found the bottom of his sweater and my hands slipped underneath. I was desperate to touch him. He backed away and pulled the sweater over his head. I let out a small gasp at the sight of his muscular chest and reached out to pull him closer. His hands found the zipper on the back of my dress. We continued to explore each other as I felt him pull the zipper down slowly. Seconds later, the dress was in a pile at my feet and I was standing before him in my purple lace panties and bra. He stood back to look at me. His expression was hard to read but I had my answer soon enough when he pulled me back into a kiss that left me unable to think.
He found my nipples and caressed them through the fabric. He bent his head and kissed my skin at the top of the lace. My mind reeled and before I could recover, the bra was on the floor with the dress. I wasted little time unfastening his belt and pants, which, with his briefs, fell like my dress. It was my turn to stand there and stare. As sexy as he was dressed, he was hundreds of times sexier undressed. His body was hard and firm but smooth to the touch. His manhood stood proud, obviously grateful to be freed of its confines.
We stepped out of the heap of fabric on the floor and I led him to the bed. He stood before me as I sat on the edge of the mattress. The bed left me at the perfect height to place a kiss on the head of his throbbing cock. It jumped as I heard Scott inhale swift and deep. Feeling bold by his reaction, I lightly licked the silky skin. Scott gasped again and let his fingers trail down my chest to my nipples. It was my turn to gasp when he lightly pinched the rosy buds and rubbed them between his fingers.
I wrapped my fingers around his cock and took him fully into my mouth for the first time. He held his breath as my lips moved down his shaft. When I came back up I gently sucked him while my fingers held him tightly. I fucked him with my mouth for several minutes until he pulled away.
He pushed me down on to the bed and stripped my panties off. I squirmed a little further up on the bed as Scott brought his body to mine. We kissed hungrily. His cock found my aching, soaked pussy and he wasted no time entering me. Our bodies fused together and I wrapped my legs around him. He pounded me and it felt unbelievable. My velvety hole sucked him in and squeezed tightly. My breathing was ragged as I felt my orgasm soar to a fiery peak.
