Flight to New York
Things hadn't gone well for the company in New York. In fact, they had gone very badly indeed. So much so that Amanda's husband planned on staying out there for a few weeks if not more. There was serious calming of troubled waters to be done and that involved a lot of wining and dining over and above simple meetings with lawyers, accountants and analysts.
Of course, wining and dining meant partners and so both Amanda and I had been summoned. She to provide eye candy on his arm and me to provide business support without worrying about time zones.
I was on my way in the back of the company limo to collect Amanda with my case safely stowed but knowing she would have several of her own. This despite the fact she would be bought a whole new wardrobe in New York if she just asked.
The driver pulled up on the gravel drive and I climbed the steps before ringing the bell. I could not afford to show too much public familiarity as Amanda opened the door. She ushered me in to collect her suitcases and once out of sight threw her arms around my neck and kissed me hard. Her perfume invaded my senses as her tongue swirled around my mouth. She was as insatiable now as when we first met all those years ago at college.
I enjoyed the embrace while it lasted; brief though it was.
"Steady on Amanda the driver will be up for all these cases in a moment!" I warned.
"Sorry I couldn't resist Steve. I have been so horny since you took me on the countertop. I just need another good fuck but I know you have been busy with this American stuff" Amanda laughed letting go of me.
"Yes...but I am sure we will get opportunities to satisfy that need in The Big Apple. In the meantime, we have the company jet waiting so let's get a wiggle on shall we Amanda!" I replied sternly.
I walked out with a couple of cases which were taken by the driver at the bottom of the steps before I returned for the other two. I watched Amanda lock the door. She looked so hot dressed in a stylish well cut pale blue, knee length, skirt and matching jacket with white blouse; the collar turned up. Nude hose and darker blue wedge sandals completed the picture. Her light brown hair tied back in a pony tail and perfect make up completed the sleek sophisticated image. It was just what would be expected of a CEO's wife off on a business trip. It was sexy, but prim and proper.
I held the door open for Amanda and hopped in beside her as we headed off on the hour-long trip to the airport. It was an uneventful journey of polite conversation revolving around our time at university when we had been "together" without the detail of what that really meant. Under the scrutiny of the driver anything else would have been unwise at best. It wasn't often we got the amount of time together that we would have today. More often it was fleeting moments such as when I delivered the "Message"; time to be used more productively than in idle chit chat.
I had dealt with paperwork in advance so, aside of passport and immigration formalities, it wasn't long before we were whisked out to the steps of the company jet. The pilot was already in place, and we were met by our hostess for the flight, "Svetalana". Borne in Talin she was tall, leggy, and blonde. Dressed in company tartan of light greys with earthy brown and yellow undertones, to describe her as "stunningly beautiful" would have been a massive understatement! A white blouse with a tight waistcoat kept ample breasts in check whilst a barely knee length kilt set off the "Scottish Look". Light grey leather wedges completed it taking her to a little under 6' in height.
The tartan livery acknowledged the CEO's heritage and appeared throughout the company literature. It particularly appealed to the North America marketeers giving a sense of a more ancient company history and security than was actually the case.
I introduced Amanda to "Svety", as she was generally known, and almost immediately felt her stiffen. It was as if the hackles on the back of her neck had immediately risen. I think perhaps Amanda had expected some overly made up brassy hostess onboard whom she would naturally outshine. That way she would have had my full attention. The thought of such a beautiful interloper was clearly not well met. Given that Amanda was not shy at having fun with other girls made her reaction all the more surprising.
Nonetheless, whatever Svety might have sensed she greeted us with a beaming smile and politely shook hands before leading us up the steps. The breeze lifted her kilt briefly giving a sumptuous, but brief, sight of endless legs before it was brought back under control. I felt Amanda's grip tighten as the little green demon began its fight with her.
The company jet is sumptuous with seating area to the front and at the rear a private bar/lounge more like a gentleman's club, having leather chairs and sofas with side tables.
We settled up front to start the flight with Svety opposite at the other end of the cabin. All three of us buckled up and within a few moments we were taxiing ready for take-off. Amanda continued to be fixated on Svety, sitting a little distance from us. With a slight nudge in my ribs and almost as an aside "She is not just on flights to serve coffee is she, Steve?". Whilst posed as a question it was spat out more with the venom of a statement.
What could I say? Of course she wasn't. Amanda's husband knew how to grease the wheels of commerce whether that be by financial, or some other reward! I didn't feel it necessary to tell her that there was sometimes a team of three "hostesses" depending on the passengers.
I just smiled but then followed a more pointed question from Amanda, "And does my husband...indulge.... on these flights too?" Now I was under pressure as I knew he did. I just raised my shoulders in a shrug.
"I thought as much...Bastard! Do you also get opportunities Steve or are you simply an employee?" Amanda spat out at me.
"I am just an employee Amanda, and as you know, a lowly PA confined to economy class travel." I replied
