Prologue
IT Security contracting is my specialty. The drawbacks are the traveling and long hours.
My beautiful wife understands that I must be away several days at a time, even though I have deceived her concerning my contract work. She believes that my specialty, internet security, causes my frequent travel. Actually, it does, but she does not know the entire truth. We are corporate spies, and specialize in detecting and monitoring other interlopers.
I work hard at making her life easier because I am away sometimes two or three days a week. I maintain an office with a small staff but so far, there has been no problem.
I keep feeling there is something that I do not understand about her. What ever it is has not caused a problem in our relationship, but in the back of my mind, she is still a mystery in some ways.
Last year at the Airport;
I had been away, seeing to business on the west coast for two weeks and was ready to return home to my wife. We have been married for ten years now and I really miss her when I am away.
We got married early, and now, even after ten years of marriage Patti still turns me on. She is 5'5", about 120 pounds and still exercises every morning to keep her shape.
She had mentioned a surprise when we talked on the phone last night and I still did not know what it was going to be.
We have been talking every night, I guess you could call it phone sex, we told each other our fantasies and helped each other embellish them more and more each night. We had not talked like this since we were dating in college.
I can still remember how sexy she was when we first started dating, she was so innocent and naïve, I used to enjoy watching her in her short skirts and dresses, I don't think she was even aware of how sexy she was. Her long legs would turn heads when we were out but she didn't even notice people were looking.
Anyway, tonight, I spot her first and as usual just the sight of her causes an instant stir in me.
She is at the huge windows, trying to see through the small windows into the Jet way.
On her tiptoes, leaning forward, her legs are long and shapely, the firm muscles show but not enough to spoil the perfect shape. Her daily exercise has kept her shape, just fine.
I walk slowly around the crowd, trying to surprise her from behind.
There are rows and rows of seats, all occupied, people are standing and sitting everywhere. The thunderstorm that bounced my flight so violently must have air traffic backed up, I have only seen it this crowded at holidays like thanksgiving, but this is August.
The bright blue sundress she is wearing clings tightly to her firm bottom. I love the short sexy sundresses she wears; this one has white piping along the edges at the top and the hem. Her posture, straining forward too look outside, has caused the hem to rise up.
As I approach, weaving between the crowded seats, I almost step on the legs of a teenage boy; with all the seats filled, he is reclining on the floor using his backpack as a bolster. His shirt has "Get Er Done" emblazoned on the front.
I suddenly notice his gaze focused in one place. He has a perfect view of my wife's thighs and maybe more from his position. At first I start to kick him but not wanting to cause a scene, I refrain. The emotions that run through me are a mixture of anger and to my surprise arousal.
I ignore him and slip my arms around her from behind. As I do, she jumps and turns toward me, her look of fright turns to delight when she sees me, she rewards me with an enthusiastic hug.
I am sure the kid on the floor loves this. I know her dress has risen higher as she stretches her arms around my neck. I let the embrace linger anyway. Let the kid suffer. She is mine and I love her.
As we are attempting to get on the escalator, the crowd is overwhelming. I try to stay beside her but the pushing crowd quickly separates us.
I can see her seven or eight steps above me as I finally step on.
There are several people ahead of me including four young guys, one of them is the kid that was on the floor just a few minutes ago. They are talking rapidly about some adventure they have shared. It sounds like they have been on spring break at a beach and they are comparing notes on the girls they had tried to meet. I do not think any of them had scored but they are excited.
The kid from the floor must be picking them up. "Must be one the other boy's older brother," I think watching them.
Patti has my carry on bag, which is heavy, I can tell she is straining. I watch, as a scarf I have brought her slips out and falls.
As she bends to retrieve it, her short dress raises high against the back of her thighs and I can see the creamy white skin above her thigh top stockings. My pulse quickens as I watch her retrieve the scarf and try to stuff it in the top of my bag. The scarf is expensive silk and I watch as it slips out again. "She will never get it to stay," I think to myself.
Behind me, I hear someone say, "Did you see that?"
"No, what" the reply came.
"Look up ahead of us, that gal has great legs!" the first person replies.
I realized that one of the people behind me has noticed my wife's movement and is telling his friend, I know both are watching, as Patti bends to retrieve the scarf a second time. This is a strange situation knowing that these two are looking up my wife's dress. I can't do anything without causing a scene.
