Author's Note:
This chapter is something of a detour. A kind of excursion before picking up the main story line again and driving it to a conclusion (yes, there is a conclusion in the works). If you haven't read the previous chapters, that's actually not as important for this edition. This story features a much older woman (62 yo), lesbian sex, and a gangbang. As always, if the specific kinks in this edition do not interest you, please move along.
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CEO Slut: Business Conference
Kim Barnes took her seat on the plane. Her body felt tired, and she wondered if she just needed to catch up on rest, or if age was finally starting to catch up with her. She was 42 years old, although she could still turn heads on occasion with her 5'4" 125 pounds body. Nevertheless, she had caught a few white strands in her shoulder length curly dirty blonde hair, which immediately set off concerns on the passing of time, although she realized it was a losing battle.
She sat back, letting herself settle into the soft cushions of her first-class seat. She closed her eyes and exhaled deeply. She had gone on literally hundreds of business trips, but this was the first one since she had become a sub to Master Nick.
It felt strange being away from his commanding presence. She had grown so accustomed to him directing all aspects of her life that these next few days of separation almost felt foreign to her. Before leaving, he gave her free reign for the week, and it felt strange having autonomy over her body, even if just for a few days.
Nevertheless, it was hard to break completely from her submissive lifestyle. While waiting for her plane to board, she had visited the bathroom and fingered herself in a bathroom stall, edging hard but not letting herself orgasm. She recorded a video of the scene and sent it back to Master Nick.
Now as she sat on the plane seat, the egg she inserted into herself for the plane flight vibrated lightly. The dull buzz sounded deafening to her, although none of the other nearby passengers seemed to take notice.
"Excuse me, I believe I have the window seat" a handsome young stranger asked her.
"Of course, let me get out of your way," Kim acknowledged as she stood up to let him pass.
"Hi, I'm Kevin. Are you from LA?," he introduced himself after they were both seated.
"No, I'm there on business. I live in Cleveland. What about yourself?"
"It's a connecting flight. Home is Pittsburgh, but I go to UCLA," he explained.
Kim couldn't help being reminded of the anonymous sex trips she used to routinely take, and the coincidences were not lost on her. Kevin was in college and from Pittsburgh. Kim used to take weekend getaways to hook up with students from Pittsburgh University. It was also on one of those trips when she first encountered Master Nick, and she noted how Kevin even bore a passing resemblance to him.
"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name," Kevin asked.
"Denise," Kim lied, thinking back to how she faked identities on her hook ups with the college students at Pitt to maintain her anonymity and protect her professional reputation as a corporate CEO.
The vibrator buzzing lightly already had her slightly aroused, and she looked at Kevin with a warm smile. Soon, they became engrossed in conversation. As they settled into the long flight across the country, the stewardess turned down the cabin lights, and the rest of the first-class passengers took the opportunity to catch up on sleep.
As they continued talking, the conversation turned flirty. Master Nick had given her free rein for the week, and as Kim sat talking with Kevin, she weighed the possibilities of joining the mile high club. The idea of sex on a plane always seemed more alluring to her, however, than the reality of the experience. Commercial flights, especially planes filled to capacity and with cramped restrooms, offered scant opportunity for sexual dalliances, at least not for one that amounted to more than just bragging rights.
Nevertheless, Kim found herself seriously contemplating her options. She couldn't help noticing how everyone around her appeared to be fast asleep. She could see the stewardess at the front, not paying any special attention to the passengers at the moment.
"So do you have a boyfriend?" Kevin asked.
"It's complicated," Kim answered. "But why are you even asking? You're in college. Do you have any idea how old I am?"
"I know I like what I see?"
"A woman old enough to be your mother," she teased him.
"I was always taught it's not polite to ask a lady's age. Besides, you're nothing like my mother. You're actually fun."
"So, you think I'm easy," she countered.
"You said it, not me," he laughed.
The air conditioning on the plane had the cabin on the colder side, and both of them had spread blankets on their laps to keep warm. Against her better judgement, she impulsively raised Kevin's blanket up to his shoulders, and then she did the same for hers.
"Turn your body towards me," she whispered. They were on the right side of the plane, and their seats were the only two on that side of the aisle, and she turned her body to the right so that they sat face to face. She felt his breath on her face and took it in for a moment before taking the plunge
Her right hand reached under the blanket to Kevin's crotch, and his eyes lit up in surprise.
"Shh," she cautioned him as she brought her left hand to her lips, before lowering it and unbuttoning her blouse. Kim took another quick glance around to make sure she wasn't attracting any attention. "Keep a lookout," she told him.
She undid all but the bottom two buttons, and the sides of her blouse fell to the side, giving Kevin a clear peek at her bare breasts.
"They sag," she said with dismay, feeling conscious that she was 20 years older than her row mate. She was careful to keep her voice low enough so no one else could hear.
"They look absolutely delicious," Kevin commented as he leaned forward and took one of her tits into his mouth.
Kim gasped silently as her body shivered in pleasure. He suckled on her teat as she made her way inside his pants and wrapped her fingers around his cock.
"I guess you really are attracted to older women," she giggled as her hand gripped his stiff cock.
Kim began to jerk him off, the blanket moving up and down in an obvious indication of the lewd act she was performing on him.
"What are you doing?" she whispered as one of Kevin's hands reached up her skirt.
Kim froze, unable to think how she could explain the vibrating egg in her pussy.
"No, no, let me do the work," she told him. She tried to cross her legs, hoping that might stop him.
"Nonsense," he insisted. "I can reciprocate, besides - "
She saw his face turn to a look of confusion as his fingers slipped inside her slit. "What is that?" he asked.
The next thing she knew, he was holding the vibrating egg between them, both of their faces in shocked silence as the egg was covered in her juices and softly vibrating in his hand. She watched a drop of her arousal drip off the egg and land on her blanket. Kim didn't know whether to laugh in hysterics or cry in embarrassment.
"Care to explain," he asked in a playful tone.
But another voice interrupted them before Kim had a chance to respond.
"Excuse me, would you care for any beverages or refreshments," the stewardess asked in a sweet polite voice that belied her scolding glare.
Kim instantly drew her hand back from Kevin's crotch and pulled the blanket all the way up to cover herself as Kevin pulled the egg out of sight.
"No, I - I'm okay, thank you," Kim answered, clearly flustered to be caught red handed.
The stewardess leaned over to lay out the serving tray for Kim's seat. While doing so, she discreetly whispered into Kim's ear, "Might I suggest you're not as sly as you think you are. I've got my eye on you, so don't try any other funny business."
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Kim stood waiting for the hotel desk clerk to complete her check-in. She was still shaking, the adrenaline still coursing through her veins after the stewardess had caught her in a sex act on the plane flight. The encounter with the stewardess had frightened her and Kevin into silence for the remainder of the journey. The stewardess kept close tabs on them the remainder of the flight, so they couldn't engage in anything more than flirtatious talk. By the time they landed, she decided the moment had passed. Although they traded numbers, she didn't intend to keep in contact with him.
"Kim, is that you?" a woman's voice called out from behind her in the hotel lobby.
Kim turned around to the sight of an old, familiar face. "Connie, my God, it's so good to see you."
They hugged and then stepped back to take a long look at each other. Kim first met Connie Caroline at an industry convention 20 years ago. They immediately took a shine to each other. Back then, Kim saw Connie as the encapsulation of the executive woman she aspired to be. Connie saw in Kim a smart and determined professional bound for bigger and better things. Although they never worked for the same company, they grew close and kept in touch over the years. Kim realized how her life had come full circle. Now she was the same age as Connie was when they first met. She did some quick math and realized that Connie had to be around 62 years old.
Between the pandemic and their own work schedules, their paths had not crossed in at least 3-4 years since they last saw each other. Connie's face still radiated with a glow, but her long hair had grown from light brown to a startlingly pure white. Other than that, she was the same old Connie that Kim remembered. She seemingly towered over Kim with her 5'9" buxom 160 pounds frame.
"Yes, it's been far too long," Connie replied. "I see you're speaking at the conference. It's so good to see how your career has skyrocketed. You're CEO of Geneco now. You've really come so far. If I wasn't so close to retirement, I'd be seeking you out to coach me."
"Nonsense. I'm still learning from you," Kim insisted.
"You don't need to flatter my ego. Anyway, it's late already. We should retire for the night, but how about we do dinner tomorrow night."
"I'm there," Kim promised.
