Friday:
I have been fortunate over the years to have traveled all around the Western United States. My job as an IT Specialist for a major grocery chain in Northern California sends me out to our retail stores to install or upgrade computer systems. With every trip I meet many wonderful people and experience new adventures along the way. The travel is never dull as we get to experience great restaurants and check out the local scene in every city.
My partner in crime for most of the travel is a beautiful lady named Charlene. She handles all of the telecom duties while I concentrate on the computer networks. We make a good team and have been traveling together for over a decade.
We are both happily married, in our 50s and look forward to retiring together in the not too distant future. Aside from our spouses, we probably spend more time together than with any other person on the planet. This suits me just fine since Charlene is my dream girl. She stands five foot four and might be considered to have a thick body type by some people. Personally, I don't see it. What I do see is a lady with sparkling blue eyes, wavy auburn hair cut to a stylish shoulder length and an electric smile that lights up a room. What I also see is a pair of incredibly large breasts, rounded and sitting high and proud. They are balanced by her well-formed and generous bubble butt on the lower end. Her overall appearance always keeps me in a state of semi arousal whenever we are together, which is most of time.
Our current assignment has us flying to Phoenix the second week of March to upgrade a grocery store in Scottsdale. It's a small store and only minor upgrades are required. We'll be working most of Friday and part of the morning on Saturday. We are required to be onsite the following Monday to make sure all of the upgrades are functioning properly. This schedule means we will have most of the day on Saturday and all day Sunday to play. This is a pretty typical schedule and one that Charlene and I have come to enjoy for many years.
Our travel always includes dining at nice restaurants and enjoying local events wherever we find ourselves. Spring Training will just be getting started, so we hope to catch a game while in Arizona. Our West Coast travels have allowed us to share many fun activities including the Oregon Shakespeare Festival and Seafair in Seattle; not to mention a weekend in Sun Valley, Idaho.
Where ever we find ourselves, you can bet Charlene does her best to fluster me one way or another. She knows I love big boobs, especially hers. When we are away from work, she rarely wears a bra and is always shaking or jiggling them trying to get a rise out of me. I've gotten into the habit of wearing loose fitting pants as my seven inch cock is always in a semi-erect state, if not totally rigid when we are together. She will discretely glance at my crotch looking for a distinctive bulge or trying to catch me adjusting myself.
When at work we are all business and conduct ourselves in the highest order. Secretly I fantasize about what she is wearing under her business attire. I have always wondered what her nipples are like; their color, texture, size. Does she have wide, pale areole, or maybe rose colored with stiff nipples as big as my thumb? My fantasizing about Charlene's tits has fueled many masturbation sessions on the road.
The two items I always take with me are my Tablet and my Fleshlight. I have an HDMI converter cable so I can plug my Tablet into the flat screen TV and stream porn to the big screen. I learned long ago not to waste money with the hotel's so called adult channels. Paying $15 a night to watch edited simulated sex on their cable channels just doesn't cut it. It's especially embarrassing trying to explain such charges to the accounting folks when I turn in my expenses. One thing I always pay for, or should I say the company always pays for, is the premium Wi-Fi service so that the porn streaming from my Tablet is fast and never buffers. I justify the charge to my boss by saying it allows me to VPN into the office network anytime from my hotel room. Yeah, right.
I've never shared this info with Charlene. Some things are sacred. Although, I've often wondered if she travels with a favorite vibrator or dildo to help her unwind at the end of the day. Ahhh, the fantasies I can conjure up.
Our trip to Phoenix begins with an early morning flight. I meet Charlene at the check in counter where we drop our bags and receive the boarding passes. The airport is usually very quiet on Friday mornings. The weekly commuters will fill this place later on in the afternoon. We sail through security and have plenty of time for breakfast before boarding the airplane.
"What do you feel like eating this morning?" I ask Charlene.
"Oh the usual, scrambled eggs and toast."
Charlene, like me, is wearing the standard business casual attire, tan khakis with dress shirt. Or in her case, a lovely satin green blouse that is straining to keep her huge melons contained. She has a matching jacket that covers her top from prying eyes. Not my prying eyes, of course.
We take our seat in the modified diner and order breakfast. I use my napkin to cover my growing erection, hoping Charlene doesn't notice. We chat about the weather and upcoming duties once we get to the store. We also make tentative plans for Saturday and Sunday. We expect to see the Giants play in Scottsdale stadium on Saturday. Since it's still early in Spring Training, it will probably be a split squad game, or one that features mostly backup players or boys destined to begin the year at AAA. It doesn't matter to us, as we will be enjoying the warm sunny weather of the Southwest and drinking beers.
"You look lovely as ever, Charlene."
"Why thank you Rob, I am so looking forward to this trip. I am tired of the rain and tired of winter. I need sun. It's supposed to be in the high 80s and low 90s while we are there. Will you take me out to the ballgame on Saturday? I packed my favorite jersey and cap."
"That's the plan, my dear. It may be hot in the sun so you may not want to wear anything else under that jersey. I have lots of sun screen for us."
Charlene flashes that enticing smile my way as we are served our meal. While we eat, we discuss the game plan for upgrading the computer and telecom systems in the store. We will hit the ground running and put in a full day.
With breakfast finished, I pick up the tab. The company card gets its first use. We head over to the gate and wait for boarding. We compare our boarding numbers, whoever boards first always saves a seat for the other. This morning, Charlene has the magic number. Actually with all the flying we do, we are always in the A group, so finding a seat up front is never a problem.
Finally, the gate opens and boarding begins. Charlene is one of the first in line. She hands off her boarding pass and heads down the jet way. I soon follow and find her in row three, sitting in the middle seat. I plop down in the aisle seat and get situated. It doesn't take long for me to notice she has unbuttoned the three top buttons of her blouse. From my vantage point I have a clear view of her black lace brassiere and the mouthwatering cleavage formed by her luscious Double-D's.
"Starting early, are we?"
"I just thought I'd help you pass the time for the next ninety minutes. I know you get antsy when we fly."
Our luck was with us this morning. It was not a full flight and we managed to avoid having a seat mate next to the window. As far as anyone on the plane knew, we were a couple looking forward to a weekend getaway. Once we are up in the air, we settle back and relax. I try to relax, but the nearness of Charlene's tits has my cock twitching. She keeps smiling and adjusting herself which causes her blouse to flutter open. The more I look over, the more my cock hardens.
Halfway through the flight, after drinks and peanuts are served, Charlene does something completely out of character. She reaches over and places her hand on my thigh. I look at her with a quizzical expression. She winks and moves her palm ever so slowly up and over until she is resting her hand on my stiff shaft. I feel my cock pulse. She feels it too. She presses her hand down as if she is measuring my full seven inches.
Charlene leans over to me and whispers, "I think this weekend may be special."
At this point we hear the announcement to prepare the cabin for landing. Charlene removes her hand from me. We both look down and see the unmistakable outline of a bulge pressing up against my pants. Even the shape of my swollen glans is apparent under the fabric. Charlene looks me in the eye and smiles. As we make our decent into Phoenix, Charlene rearranges herself, buttons up her blouse and adjusts her seatbelt.
The plane arrives at the gate and we disembark. Charlene and I head to baggage claim. She has returned to her no nonsense approach to work. She acts as if nothing at all happened on the flight. Meanwhile my head is still turning and wondering what she means by a special weekend. I guess I'll have to wait and see. We grab our luggage and hop on the shuttle to the rental car garage.
The Scottsdale store is about a 20 minute drive from the airport and we arrive just before 10:00 AM. On the drive over we discussed our action plans for the data upgrades. Charlene rides shotgun while I maneuver through the city. I can't be sure, but I felt like she was staring at my crotch on the drive over, trying to catch a glimpse of my bulging cock. Or is it just my fertile imagination.
We enter the store and are greeted by the manager, Jim. We've been to this location on a few other occasions so we know our way around. On our way to the back office, Jim introduces us to some of the newer employees. We tell him about the upgrade plans and our agenda for the day. Once we are situated in the back office, the work begins.
Throughout the day Charlene and I work on our various projects and touch base with each other every so often. The day proceeds like any other. We don't break for a formal lunch as Jim has provided sandwiches and snacks. The hours pass by quickly and before we know it the clock on the wall strikes 6:00 PM. We have a couple of more hours of work ahead of us, but decide we both need a dinner break. Charlene wants to go to one of her favorite restaurants that is close by. She called over earlier and made a reservation. As we walk over to the restaurant, Charlene grabs my hand in hers. At this point I just go with the flow.
We enter and give our names at the front. Immediately we are shown to the table. It's one of those high backed semi-circular booths that provides a bit of privacy and also dampens the overall noise in the restaurant. I excuse myself and head to the men's room as Charlene gets situated and studies the menu. When I return, I see Charlene has moved to the center of the booth and placed my menu and silverware right next to hers.
I slide in the booth and Charlene beckons me to sit close to her. As I study the menu, I look over and see that Charlene has once again unbuttoned the top three buttons on her blouse. Just like on the airplane, I can see a fair amount of cleavage and her black lace bra. She looks at her menu as if nothing is unusual. We both make our dinner and drink choices.
Our server arrives to take our orders and is very attentive. Charlene suggested a pepper flake ahi appetizer which is delivered promptly.
