Another month on the road. This was getting really old. When I took this job I figured I'd be gone a week, maybe two each month. But I find myself on the edge of another 3-4 week assignment. To make matters worse, I've got to do this one with one two-week stint. As I sit back in my seat as we take off I remind myself that the money is good. And, given my relationship lately with my wife, being gone right now isn't all bad. And San Francisco in June is really very nice.
I report to the client the next day only to find that I'm not working alone. They've hired another consultant from a competing firm. Hedging their bets, I guess. I actually don't mind, although it drives the partners crazy. I kind of like getting to know new people. However, I'm not too crazy about sitting for 20 minutes in the conference room waiting for him to show up. Finally, the door opens as I'm pouring my third cup of coffee and in walks the client with my new "partner." I am dumbfounded as in walks one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. She must be 5-10, with very firm breasts. I'd guess about a full c-cup.
Her mini-skirt doesn't hide her very long, tanned legs and my eyes run to her tight ass. Right about then I notice I'm pouring coffee all over the table. "Shit," I exclaim loudly. She laughs, as she strides over to shake my hand. "Careful," she says with a low, sultry voice, "it's hot." The way she says "hot," I can't keep my cock from starting to grow. I mumble an apology and try to regain what little dignity I have. Our client laughs and introduces us. "Jon, this is Robbie, Robbie, Jon. I guess you two will be spending a lot of time together in the next month, so at least we've got the first gaffe out of the way!" We all laugh, and I'm glad that the tension has been relieved. Most of the tension, that is!
We fall in to the normal routine. In the office at eight, leave at eight, back at eight. Normal life on the road. On Thursday, making small talk I ask Robbie what she's got planned for the evening. We never have met for dinner, or done anything socially. "Oh, nothing much" she replies, how about you?" My mind reels with the possibilities, but I quickly dismiss them. "I thought I'd take in a movie" I reply. "Thought it'd be nice to get out of that hotel room for a bit."
"What a good idea" Robbie said, "mind if I join you? What are you seeing?" I hadn't thought that far ahead. Well, in reality I'd thought of going to a racy movie and then jacking off when I got back. That, of course, was out of the question to say now! "I don't even know what's out, so I figured I'd just go to the theatre and see what's playing. Hopefully one of them looks interesting. I'd love to have the company, but we better get going or we won't have any to choose from!" We quickly gathered our things, and headed out.
I was sorely disappointed when we got back to the hotel that night that our evening offered not the slightest hope of anything sexual. However, I didn't let that deter me and I masturbated anyway. I lay back and stroked my cock and balls and imagined Robbie was there. I came so hard, my cum landed past my feet and on the bed. I guess that's what you get when it's been so long!
Friday morning, I got an e-mail from my wife. She said she'd been invited to a friends cabin for the weekend, and wondered if I'd mind. Well, I thought, that does it. I've been pretending she was faithful to me and I could pretend no further. What the hell I thought, I may as well stay here and do some site seeing. I replied that I hoped she'd have a good time, and I'd see her in what would now be three weeks. I got back a terse "thanks" and I knew our days were numbered.
This story, of course isn't about that so I digress! Robbie and I weren't together at all on Friday, and I knew she'd be flying home that night. I left the office early, around four and headed to the hotel. When I entered the lobby, I was very surprised to see her getting on the elevator. "Still here?" I asked. "Yes, I'm not going back until the assignment is over. What are you doing here?" she replied in her sultry voice. I briefly made up an excuse and she was kind enough to let it go. "Why don't you come up to my floor, we'll have a drink and pretend we have normal lives," she asked with a laugh. Before I knew it "OK" was out of my mouth.
Robbie's company put her up on the Club-level floor. Every evening they had a complimentary happy hour in their lounge. I'd never been up there before, and found it quite nice with a full bar at our disposal. After a few gin & tonics, our agreed upon 'drink of summer,' we began to feel pleasantly buzzed. Robbie quietly probed into my private life, and I found myself spilling my guts to her. When I was finished, she took my hand in hers and told me everything would work out for the best. "It always does," she said with a slight smile. My cock began to grow and what I imagined that could mean!