Throughout my day, no matter what task was at hand, my thoughts would always drift to Jade. She had become comfortable sharing the details of her exhibitionist exploits with me, and was enjoying the many benefits she received from keeping me in an almost constant state of arousal. Her stories, coupled with my imagination, had filled my mind with the most amazing collection of hand-crafted pictures and videos. Jade, of course, was always the star of the show. Pleased with the portfolio of "pillow-talk" based imagery she had created in my head, I thought I was ready to start a new folder of her teasing escapades; one I could fill with images captured from more personal experiences.
I needed to go to Oregon, Portland to be exact, for an industry conference. I would leave on a Wednesday evening, and attend meetings on Thursday and Friday. Because the airfare would cheaper for the company if I stayed over a Saturday, I would have a day to "sight-see", and then arrive home early Sunday evening. Jade didn't want to be alone for 4 nights, and she pouted when I told her the reservations were for one. The devious look I soon saw in her bright green eyes told me she had no plans for being left behind. Her plan for me to let her join me began with sulking. When it became obvious that that wouldn't work, she moved to "Phase 2".
In her most convincing voice, she said that she was fine with me taking off without her for a few days. Applications and interviews only took her a couple of hours a day at best, and nobody looked for work on Saturday. She said she would really enjoy spending some time at the beach, and if she wore her new bikini, she could finally tan all the areas that her old suit kept hidden. And since I was always insisting she wear sunscreen, she would have to find someone else to apply it to all the areas she couldn't reach. Luckily, because that weekend would be right in the middle of Spring Break, it would be easy for her to find a volunteer that would be more than happy to help her out.
The concern in my eyes made her smile brighten, and she continued to work on me. She said that if I didn't mind, that maybe if she was to meet some really cool people on the beach, she could ask them to crash here with her for a couple nights. That way, she wouldn't be so lonely while I was gone. She then stopped talking, and just stared at me while what she said sunk in. Knowing that she wouldn't, but not totally sure if she would, I slowly moved from looking at the floor, to looking in her eyes. With a tone of defeat, I told her the weather in Portland was unpredictable, and that when she packed, she should bring clothes that she could easily layer. She kissed and hugged me in victory, and with a pleased smirk, she turned away and vanished into the bedroom.
It was Wednesday afternoon, and the cab arrived right on time to take us to the airport. As usual, I hauled down the luggage while she finished getting ready. We were planning to go straight from the Portland airport to the hotel, so to simplify things at airport security we decided we would both dress comfortable and casual. Jade picked out a loose fitting "T" that she filled out with one of those "wonder bras". Her pants were just a pair of thin, grey cotton sweats. She folded down the band of the already low waistline, and it allowed for an enticing peek of her flat stomach, stopping just below the tan line of her bikini bottoms. The defined fit around her butt made it clear that any panties she had brought were tucked safely in her suitcase. Her slip-on "Van's" sneakers would be easy to take on and off when we passed through x-ray.
We made good time getting to our gate, and we took our place in line as we waited to board. She stood with her back to me and my arms wrapping around her. The feeling of her almost bare ass pressing against my crotch was starting to cause a strain inside my sweats, and I was trying hard to keep control. We saw some signs saying something about a "heightened level of security", and as we waited in line, two men in official looking uniforms began selecting passengers for a secondary screening.
In 10 minutes, they processed 3 passengers. There was a table set up in open view, with a 5 foot tall white curtain stretched behind it. Each of the 3 passengers were pulled aside, and then told to place their carry-on items, shoes, belts, and loose clothing on the table. The officers sorted through their belongings and asked each one a different set of questions. After it was determined they posed no threat, they were each allowed to find their place back in line. With a brief announcement, the line started to move, and we began to slowly make our way toward the gate entrance. Even though we had nothing to hide, Jade and I were happy to not be singled out. The two officers continued to scrutinize everyone in line as we walked toward the boarding tunnel. We began to walk past the two men, and I noticed one of the men nudge his partner as Jade passed by. They exchanged a wink, then gestured to Jade to leave the line and move to the security check. She lifted out her arms, and said that she wasn't carrying any bags. Angry that she had challenged their request, they told her she would need to be searched before getting on the plane. The line was still moving, and afraid of being accused of posing any sort of a threat, I continued toward the plane as she was being escorted to behind the curtain. I felt a guilty excitement while I sat alone imagining what they were doing with her. Then, after about 10 minutes, I was relieved to see her smiling as she squeezed her way down the aisle toward me. She took her seat next to mine, and seemed a little flustered when I asked what had happened. Still smiling, she said she would tell me all about it later, and that for now, all she would say was that their hands were much colder than mine. I had to grab a pillow from the overhead and hold it in my lap in order to hide the bulge that pressed between my legs. Pleased that she was the cause of such a reaction, she leaned toward me, placed her head on my shoulder, and closed her eyes to rest.
I spent the next two days grinding through endless meetings and seminars, and was left to only imagine how Jade was occupying her time. Thursday evening we went out for dinner, and I dominated the conversation while I rehashed my day. She was content to listen, and never tried to change the subject. Although she never said anything, I could tell that something happened that day that left her extremely horny. Unfortunately, I was exhausted, and once we were back at the hotel I didn't even get undressed before I collapsed on the bed and fell asleep.
We enjoyed another dinner together on Friday evening, and since Saturday was a day off, we stayed to have a few drinks afterward before heading back to the hotel. A couple of cocktails and a shot of tequila later, we were both feeling pretty giddy and we were ready to leave. We stumbled our way back the room, got undressed, and joined each other on the bed. Jade surprised me when she offered to treat me with a shoulder massage. I eagerly accepted, and as her hands pressed into my muscles she began to tell me what she had been up to.
She said that she spent most of Thursday just exploring the hotel. While strolling through the hallways she discovered the fitness center, and immediately went back to the room to get changed. Since she packed without considering that she might be working out, she had to make do with the clothes she brought. The shorts she chose were a little short, and the legs gaped open when she would bend over. Without a sports bra, she was left to wear her baggy t-shirt with the stretched out collar. Uncomfortable with a regular bra while working out, she chose to wear none at all, and figured it wouldn't matter since she would be there alone anyway. She went to the front desk to ask for a key, and while he was activating the pass card, the clerk said that it was hotel policy that he first familiarize her with the equipment. She had spent a couple of years during college working at a gym, and Jade had no doubt that she knew way more than he could possibly tell her. Not wanting to be bothered while she worked up a sweat, she convinced him that she had a complete understanding of the safe use of the equipment, and with a flirtatious smile she was handed the card key.