It was another business trip. He had been going on them more frequently lately, a sign of his rising status at work, sure, but also a giant pain in the ass. It was getting to be the same old thing, an early flight, a day or more of meetings, a stay in a lonely, if comfortable, hotel, and a flight home.
Sometimes she would go with him, and then they had a lot of fun. He would go to his meetings, and she would lounge by the pool, usually in a not-completely-modest one-piece swimsuit that he would think about all day, but then they would have dinner, go shopping or see a show, and end the night making love in the jacuzzi or large, luxurious bed. Those were always wonderful times. Often, though, she had her own obligations. They both understood, but they missed each other.
This trip had been extra tedious. It had been two days of meetings already, and today had been the culminating presentation. It went well--the clients had been impressed--but ran late. Oh, well. One more night, and then he could go home. Back to her.
After dinner with the local rep, he returned to the hotel, had a swim, and showered. As usual, he checked his email before bed and was surprised to find one from her.
"Hi, honey," it read. "I wanted you to know I miss you and am thinking about you. Look in the bottom of your bag, then come back to this message and click here. Love you!" There was a link.
He went to his bag and rummaged around until he found a small box in a deep, not-often-used pouch. It was wrapped in black paper, not heavy, a little too large for him to close his hand around. He returned to his computer and clicked the link.
A video opened on their bedroom, the camera pointing at the bed. She came into view from the side of the frame. She was wearing a satin robe and an impish smile. She had done her hair in flowing curls down the sides and bangs that hung seductively over her face; her makeup was shimmery purple-grey on her eyes, eyeliner, and red lipstick.
"Hi, baby," she said. "You told me how this trip was going to go. I know you've had a long, dull day, so I'm here to help you relax. If you haven't already, open the package I made for you."
He unwrapped the box. Inside was his masturbator, a silicone stroking sleeve that she had given him. It was flexible, studded on the inside, and fit snugly around his cock. He usually used it when she was away for several days, but they sometimes played with it together along with their other toys; when she would stroke him while talking dirty, it was pure heaven. There was a small bottle of lube, too. But what made his eyes widen--and his cock swell--was a pair of black silk panties wrapped around the sleeve.
