Workplace Romance – Chicago Ch. 02 by AlwaysStiffScott..,
When the plane reached cruising altitude, the pilot switched off the seat belt sign, and snack and drink service started in our first class cabin. Michele still grasped my right arm in her hands, and gazed out the window in our combined state of bliss. The take off process had been exhilarating.
She spoke softly, “so, you’re attending this conference as well huh?”
“Actually, I was asked to present a segment.” I replied to her in a soft tone.
“Wow, I guess I’ll be learning from the best then,” and she giggled for a moment.
“I don’t know about that, John couldn’t make it. They just called me yesterday to fill in. I’m presenting his material, but it’s still a little fresh for me.” I explained.
“You’ll be great, you’re awesome in front of people.” She stated.
I chuckled at the dual meaning of that phrase. I’m sure she meant it as she’d seen me in front of a group of trainees a couple months back. But during that same trip, we’d shown off a bit, having sex with, and in front of, a small group of people in the hotel pool.
She squeezed my arm again, maybe thinking the same thing.
Our beverages had run dry, and were refilled almost immediately as the flight attendant brought us seconds. Just water for both of us, she wasn’t drinking alcohol due to being pregnant, and I didn’t want to rub it in.
We chatted and snacked over the next 30 minutes or so, mostly about family life back home. She commented several times how appreciative she was, for me, immediately making her feel desired today. I agreed, it was nice to feel wanted again. It had been almost two months since we were together, and in that time had been in our respective home cities, in marriages that were devoid of intimacy.
I loved my wife, and of course my children. But it has been so many years since my wife had made me feel desired, wanted, in a way…like a man. Michele had something very similar, her husband even told her that he found her disgusting in her pregnant state.
I could not have found this further from the truth, if anything, she was more beautiful and desirable. I hadn’t known her before the pregnancy, but what I saw in front of me now was irresistible. This tryst with Michele had been unplanned the first time, and this second trip wasn’t planned either. Maybe the universe was telling us that it was necessary for us to be together again.
Michele shifted her long legs in her seat, and suddenly turned her face towards me. She whispered, “Scott, my panties are soaked from you.”
I just grinned wide at her.
“I have to go clean up a bit, I’m too squishy.” She continued and began fumbling with her seat belt.
“Will you need a hand in there?” I suggested.
She smiled wide, “it wouldn’t be your hand I’d want in there.”
I just grinned again.
“No babe, I’ll be fine for a few minutes.” She continued.
I stood up to let her out of the aisle more easily. She moved carefully in front of me and up the aisle to the door to the bathroom. Her perky little ass bounced a bit under the thin fabric of her white skirt. A small wet spot just below her ass, visible as her skirt swayed, clearly from the orgasm she’d had during takeoff. She’d squirted a bit, and had been so turned on her juices were all over her lips and thighs, it had likely pooled between her cheeks on the back of her skirt. Smiling at my clear memories of her naked ass a few months ago, I sat back down to wait for her return.
As I did, our ‘fan’ and new friend, Valerie, leaned over across the aisle. “That is one beautiful wife you have there. I’m so happy to see you taking good care of her. Pregnancy can be a mess of emotions, it’s so important that she feels beautiful around you.”
“Oh, yea, um….” I stuttered a bit, struggling with how to tell Valerie we weren’t married. She probably assumed since she saw us traveling together, and our respective wedding rings. I lowered my voice to almost a whisper, “…about that Valerie, we aren’t married. Well, at least not to each other.”
She raised her eyebrows for a moment. Her pause made me nervous, but then smiled. “How’d you two meet?”
“We’ll, ironically, we work for the same company, and we met accidentally during another trip for work about two months ago. Seeing her again today was a total surprise as well.” I tried to explain.
“You’ve only met her twice?” She asked rhetorically and skeptically, “you two have intense passion and attraction to each other. Congratulations for finding each other. I’m a little jealous.”
“Jealous?” I questioned.
Valerie leaned in further and lowered her voice further. “Well, since you’ve been so honest with me. Yes, jealous, you see my husband of 15 years doesn’t pay any attention to me either. We haven’t had sex in over 7 years. So when I saw you two all over each other, I couldn’t help myself. I desperately needed that release, and for a moment, you two really helped with that. I was able to fantasize about being with you two, even though I was across the aisle. Although, I can not believe I just did that in public! Never in my life have I felt such desire to be immediately satisfied.”
We smiled and locked eyes, I thought to myself, here’s another striking woman, clearly a sexual being, that was being ignored. Left to feel alone, what a shame. “Well, I’m so sorry for your circumstances Valerie. You are a beautiful woman, with a capacity to be passionate, and any man would be fortunate to be your lover.”
“Thank you Scott,” she replied. “Maybe if Michele gets tired of you, I can have you,” she joked. “I like what I have seen so far.”
“I’m flattered Valerie, thank you. Before we jump off the deep end, maybe we can all have dinner while we’re in Chicago?” I asked.
She fished a business card from her jacket pocket. “Please call me, I’d like that a lot.”
I looked at the card, it read:
Valerie Montiff, PhD, PsyD
Dean & Professor of Behavioral Psychology
University of Southern California
“Dr Trojan,” I joked, referencing her school mascot, “thank you, Michele and I are in Chicago for the week, we’ll call you for sure.”
“Thank you Scott,” she responded with a wide smile, just as the bathroom door opened, and Michele stepped back out into the aisle.
I stood again, as Michele approached, I let my eyes run up and down her beautiful body. That round belly down dominating her petite frame. She touched her belly as she walked carefully, holding her balance. She pressed herself up against me and reached up for a kiss. I leaned down to meet her. Her kisses went right through me, she pressed her belly against me, reached around and squeezed my ass as her tongue slipped quickly into my mouth and out again. She then slid over to her seat.
As I sat down, I noticed Valerie had watched everything again. She smiled wide, “you two are so good together,” she said, “and I have to go clean up as well, I’m a mess.” She giggled.
Michele smiled as I sat back down. I watched Valerie stand up, and walk down the aisle to the bathroom. Michele actually leaned over my lap to watch her as well as she made her way up the aisle. She was a beautiful brunette. Long, wavy, dark brown hair that hung down to her shoulder blades. Big, dark brown eyes, a small nose, full lips. She was probably 5’7, I was guessing but likely 34D or DD ample chest underneath her black silk blouse covered with a business suit jacket, a small waist, and a large round ass stretching the fabric of her suit pants. She clearly worked out, those pants were tight enough to see her nice ass, she also had well toned legs and was either wearing a thong or no panties at all.