I fell asleep as the jumbo jet soared high above the clouds. I felt far more comfortable sitting in first class rather than stuck back in cramped coach with screaming babies and whining mommies. I needed to catch a few winks because this 5 day conference was going to be a bitch.
I was a meeting planner and travelled extensively throughout the country and sometimes out of the country. I was headed to New York City for a worldwide coalition on health care conference. I was not looking forward to this one as it had been a tedious project and had one roadblock after another. The nice aspect was that I would have a meeting planner onsite with me in New York to help me. I was looking forward to her help. We had spoken several times on the phone and were in constant contact via email and I immediately liked her personality. At least, I would have someone to hang out with during the long, boring hours when everyone was in session.
We finally touched down in JFK after 4 hours and I was glad to get off the plane. Nala, the other meeting planner, was meeting me at the airport. I had no idea what she looked like but we had both described each other and she would be holding up a sign for me.
As I walked down the terminal, I immediately saw her and the sign and I was a little blown away. She was stunning and my breath caught a little. Woahhh, there comes those curios feelings again--but this isn't the time I thought to myself. I had been aching to be with another woman for years, but with my crazy schedule and crappy dating life well it hadn't happened yet.
Nala smiled and waved and I smiled back and we shook hands and laughed and said we were glad to finally meet each other after all our "teleconferences" etc. We got my bags and she directed me to the car that was waiting for us. We were swept into the heart of Manhattan and I smiled to myself. At least, I was in a cool city--actually NYC was by far my most favorite city and I always had fun adventures when I visited.
Nala dropped me off at my hotel and asked if I had dinner plans. I told her I didn't and she asked me if I wanted to head to the East Village for dinner. Hmmm, East Village. That's interesting--a big gay population there...was she???
"Well actually I live in the East Village and thought after your long trip you'd like a home cooked meal. I mean, if you want to that is. I thought it'd give us a chance to get to know each other better before we start the conference tomorrow." She smiled. She was stunning but in a very natural way. She was about 5'7 and I felt like a shrimp next to her at only 5'2. She had wavy medium length jet black hair and the most beautiful hazel-green eyes. She had a lovely olive complexion and a beautiful smile. Her body was curvy and was glad to see she wasn't one of those typical NY anorexic waif-think women. She must have been at least a D cup and I couldn't help but sneak a few peaks at her sexy chest.
She made arrangements to have her company's car pick me up and take her to her place in the Village. I was a bit excited and a little nervous. What would I wear? I brought suits and business clothes mostly.
Later that evening... I rang her doorbell at 8 pm. I had decided on tight black capri pants, a tight grey tank top and high, wedged black sandals. On impulse, I wore my sexiest black lace thong and matching black lace demi-bra...just in case :)
She looked casual but still amazing. She had on a pair of red capris and a tight white tee that hugged her tits perfectly. Her cleavage was spilling out somewhat and I almost licked my lips. The capris were tight and I could see the outline of her firm, very rounded full ass. I felt my pussy gush a little. I wondered if she purposedly dressed this way for me...oh don't be silly. She's just dressed casual.
Nala opened a bottle of red vino and we munched on brie and crackers and sipped the wine. I could smell something heavenly coming from the kitchen.
"I hope you like chicken cacciatore. That's my specialty" she grinned.
"Yum, my favorite!" I winked back at her. Why the hell did I wink? I am not flirting with her, I told myself.
The wine was making me sleepy but a little buzzed. We chatted about the conference and the details and what time we needed to be there and what our duties would be.
"UGH No more business talk. Let's talk girl talk!"
"I know what you mean. This conference hasn't even started and I'm already totally wiped out!" I agreed.
We chatted about our families and my life in California and then got around to men and dating.
"Don't even get me started on men," I whined feeling the effects of the wine.
"I know what you mean--they are a big pain in the ass!" Nala laughed.
"Actually I prefer women--much easier!!" Nala commented almost sexily.
I must have looked shocked because Nala apologized and tried to change the subject.
