From Princess to Queen

For the flight down Sara had picked out a nice, short, purple skirt that came to mid thigh and she wore a very sheer white top over which she had a light purple sweater. She also wore flats, no need to be uncomfortable traveling. Under her clothes though Sara would have on a lace purple thong and matching bra.

Early the day of the trip Sara had a car coming to pick her up to take both her and Eric to the airport. As Sara got dressed, Sara could feel her nipples hardening all the while thinking about finally getting her hands on Eric's fat slab of meat. In the ensuing period, Sara had had no contact with her object of desire. Sara had no idea what kind of reaction she would get from her nerdy looking co-worker but Sara doubted Eric would be able to resist her.

Eric meanwhile was tired from what had been a long weekend. Eric had worked the bar both Friday and Saturday night and Saturday had had the good fortune of being invited back to a loft where a couple of models lived.

True to form before the party was over Eric had paired off with a willowy brunette with short hair. Eric knew she was from Russia or someplace but the truth was it didn't matter to him. Eric had spent the day climbing all over the young women's body and it was until early evening when Eric finally decided to pull himself away from his latest conquest.

Eric was quite tired though when Monday morning rolled around, he had thrown a couple of shirts and changes of underwear into his bag and donned his normal work uniform consisting of a baggy ill fitting black suit. He put on his heavy frames and was standing bleary eyed when the car service rolled up in front of his house.

Eric really hadn't put too much thought into the trip at all. Eric got along well with his boss Jim and Jim had told Eric to simply keep his mouth shut for the most part. If the Adam's lawyer wanted to go over any of the specifics, Eric was to be cooperative but let the lawyer look for himself. Under no circumstances said Jim was Eric to volunteer any information up.

All Eric really was expected to do was to hang around while Sara schmoozed the star author.

Truth be told, Eric hadn't really even thought too much about his traveling companion either. Sure, Sara was attractive, but Eric also thought she was awfully quiet. Eric mistook Sara's innate shyness for being aloof and thought of Sara as something of an ice queen.

Eric did admit though Sara had a decent ass, that much Eric could tell when Sara had fallen into him that day in the copy room. Sara had some healthy breasts too. Now that Eric put some more thought into the matter, Eric wondered if Sara would be a good fuck but then again, rumors around the office were Sara lived with some guy and Sara was obviously too buttoned up for any fooling around.

As the car pulled up, Eric snapped out of his reverie and threw his lone bag into the trunk after the driver slipped the latch. Eric pulled some sunglasses out of his pocket figuring to catch up on some sleep during the flight down. He was still feeling the effects of his 'model weekend.'

As Eric plopped down into the back seat of the car, Sara greeted him.

"Good morning Eric!"

"Hey Sara."

"I'll want to go over some things with you on the way down."

Eric was a bit put off by the cheeriness in Sara's voice. Eric was tired and while the trip wouldn't be more than an overnight or two, Eric felt inconvenienced by it all.

"Sure thing Sara, can it wait until we're on the plane? I'm a little tired, it's still very early." And it was still just short of 5 am.

Ohh... okay."

Eric wasn't sure but, was Sara pouting over the way Eric had responded, had he imagined it or not but Sara's face even seemed fixed in a bit of a pouty expression. What was that about? The rest of the ride to the airport was punctuated by silence with Eric thankful for the rest and Sara getting more ramped up by the second.

After getting to the airport, Eric played the gentleman by taking Sara's bags and before Eric knew it, he was sitting beside his comely coworker in a cramped coach seat. Sara had taken the window seat and Eric was in the middle seat.

As he sat down, Eric made as if he was looking out the airplane's window but in truth Sara's clothing was starting to do it's work. As Sara had taken her seat, her skirt raised up dangerously high on her thigh. Eric couldn't help but notice the cute blonde had beautiful legs and Sara's skirt was tantalizingly close to exposing her completely to Eric, causing him to wonder what Sara wore underneath. Eric also couldn't ignore Sara's considerable rack. Whatever clothing Sara wore at work usually was nowhere near as flattering as what Sara had worn for the trip. Eric could feel himself thickening as his eyes devoured Sara's body.

"Eric? Eric? Do you understand?"

Eric snapped out of his internal reverie, "What? I'm sorry I'm still a little out of it. Normally I'm just about to get up on the usual day."

Eric bought his eyes up to look at Sara's face. Sara's blue eyes peeked out from beneath her bangs.

"Yes, of course." Sara couldn't suppress a slight grin, she knew Eric had been taking in the merchandise so to speak and Sara was pleased.

"Eric, I just want to reiterate to you how important it is to follow my lead on this trip."

To emphasize her point Sara placed her hand on Eric's thigh. The gesture could have been mistaken as a very innocent one but Sara just happened to place her hand right where Eric's cock was fattening down his pants leg. Sara gave a gentle squeeze that just so happened to allow her to grip Eric's organ.

"Oh! Excuse me!" Sara withdrew her hand as if she had touched something hot, which in a way Sara had. It had been perfectly intentional on Sara's part but she didn't want Eric to know it. Sara actually flushed a little as she drew her hand away. Sara could feel her pussy dampening and her nipples hardening, before Sara returned she had no doubt the log of flesh just gripped would be pounding away inside of her.

Eric smiled, "Oh... no biggie." Eric grinned at his accidently joke. Now that Sara had touched him, Eric figured there was no reason for discretion. Eric began thinking about plowing the blonde sitting next to him and the more he thought about it, the more Eric's monster pushed further down his thigh trying to break through the loose clothe of his slacks.

After they took off, Eric was happy to find no one occupied the aisle seat. Eric put his seat back with the intent to catch some sleep. Sara for her part had lowered her tray table and was appearing to read through galleys of some book but in reality Sara couldn't take her eyes off the specimen so proudly displayed and tantalizingly close. Sara wanted nothing more than to unzip Eric's pants and start playing with him. Sara ran through her mind all the ways she would fuck Eric and She started to do some calculations regarding their schedule in Florida to figure how much time she could spend with Eric buried deep inside her. Sara's arithmetic concluded if she didn't act fast, she would miss out on precious time being ravaged.

An hour into the flight, Sara noticed Eric's breathing had slowed. There was no doubt Eric had fallen off but even so his cock was still standing proud. Sara lifted the armrest separating the two of them and put her table up. Sara turned as if to get comfortable herself and moved her seat back. The stewards had been through the cabin and Sara would have an hour before the plane began landing procedures. As she made herself more comfortable, Sara took her hand and draped it down into the space separating her and Eric. Slowly she moved her hand over to her coworkers lap and then along the surface of his phallus.

Ever so gently not wanting to wake him, Sara slowly began to massage Eric's thick monster. Sara drew her hand along its surface tracing the outline of him in his pants and impossibly making him thicken even more. Sara moved along marveling at how large Eric was. She could hardly believe her own senses. Desperately Sara wanted to be alone with Eric and rip off his pants.

With a delicate touch, Sara gripped the thick, heady tube of flesh trying to get a sense of the monster separated from her by mere strands of cloth. Eric's cock throbbed against Sara's hands, straining as if to break free of its confines as if it were a caged predator.

Sara shifted in her seat to get a more comfortable position. While Eric's breathing had slowed as he fell into a deeper sleep, Sara's breathing quickened with her arousal. She was happy the rows and seats around them at the back of the cabin were sparsely occupied so no one would take notice of the pair of business travelers.

As her left hand gripped and rubbed Eric's shaft, Sara felt her panties get soaked and she was consumed by thoughts of Eric forcing his way deep inside her. Sara could hardly believe she was doing this, she barely knew Eric, yet here she was in a public place rubbing Eric's cock through his pants and Sara was desperately fighting the urge to rub one out herself she was so turned on.

Sara knew in this moment as much as she cared for Paul things had to change.

Taking a subtle survey of the seats around them and realizing the few passengers who were close by were asleep or preoccupied, Sara shifted again so her short skirt hiked up further on her thighs exposing Sara's fat, wet crotch. Sara loved the way her pussy looked and even hidden by the sheer lace panties she wore, Sara could plainly see her pussy was plump with arousal.

Taken her free hand, Sara moved the gusset to the side and ran two fingers along the surface of her damp slit trailing the outline of her lips. Sara shuddered as she touched herself, every nerve seemed to be acutely sensitive. Carefully she used two fingers to expose her clit and with a third applied pressure to the delicate button. A warm feeling spread throughout Sara's body in response and she began to softly rub herself amping up the sensations within her.

Sara caught a whiff of her scent, the faintest of smells and she stopped rubbing herself for a moment to bring her fingers to her face and take in the heady sweet aroma. Sara liked her smell and her taste and Sara inserted her fingers into her mouth to lick the juices off her fingers.

She cleaned off her fingers with relish and then once again returned her attentions back to her weeping cunt with increased vigor. Sara squeezed Eric's fat slab of meat rubbing it in synch with her ministrations to her pussy, she felt Eric throbbing in her grip and felt her own arousal build closer and closer to climax. Sara rubbed her outer lips more frantically and delicately applied pressure to her clit. At once, she felt her orgasm wash over her, the muscles in Sara's legs went taut, Sara's nipples throbbed. It was all she could do to keep from crying out in pleasure. Sara bit her tongue to keep herself quiet.

As Sara came, she rubbed Eric even faster and noticed a wet spot growing down his pant leg at the apex of his fat slab of meat. Sara was fascinated that Eric stretched down along his pant leg almost 2/3 of the way to his knee. She bent down over the growing stain and inhaled deeply taking in the musky scent. The action only made Sara's cunt gush heavier.

Sara stopped herself knowing if she went much further she wouldn't be able to control herself.

An hour later, the pilot made the announcement for the final approach into the airport. Sara had already freshened up in the lavatory and was for all appearances focused on the book laid before her on her tray table. Eric slowly regained consciousness with the fading memory of a terrific dream in which he was plowing his co-worker's cunt. The details were hazy but Eric vaguely imagined it took place in a dingy hotel room at some point during the trip and for all intents and purposes his co-worker proved to be a delicious piece of ass.

Eric smiled inwardly as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and bought his seat forward. At the same time Eric became aware of a damp stickiness along the surface of one of his thighs running along down his knee and calve.

"Shit!"

As soon as the word issued forth from Eric's mouth he regretted it. The last thing he wanted to bring attention to was his current predicament.

Sara's head bolted around looking Eric directly in the eyes, "Eric! Are you okay?"

While her voice dripped with what sounded like genuine concern, Sara knew exactly what prompted the expletive from Eric and saw her opportunity to torment her prey.

"Bad dreams?" Sara coyly asked.

Eric feeling surprisingly embarrassed just changed the subject, "No I think I had something bad over the weekend and it left me unsettled. Between that, the travel and getting up early I'm just out of sorts. I'll just get my bearings after we get to the hotel. So, what's the agenda?"

"Tonight we'll be taking Adam and his wife to dinner. They eat early so we'll have a few hours before they come get us. Tomorrow early is the meeting with Adam and his lawyer. I'm hoping there isn't a problem but our tickets are set up so we have a return flight booked day after tomorrow but we can change it easily if need be."

"Is this a fancy place we're going to?"

"You should be fine with business casual Eric –I wouldn't have waited until we were about to land to tell you what you should be wearing but I do hope you bought a bathing suit because the hotel we're staying at has a wonderful pool and spa. You might as well enjoy the trip."

As she said that to Eric, Sara thought she was going to do everything in her power to enjoy HER trip. Maybe she could get Eric to the pool before dinner, then she could get a little eye candy to get her through the meal.

After the plane landed, Sara and Eric quickly made their way through the airport and got their rental car. Sara deferred to Eric and let him drive them to the hotel. They had managed to get a little racy compact and Sara made sure that Eric got an eyeful of her legs on the ride over.

Eric was enjoying this trip a lot more than he thought he would. Sara was proving to be fun to travel with and more than that, Eric was beginning to wonder whether or not he would be able to get into her panties in the next day. Usually Eric avoided entanglements in the office but he had snuck in a few glances of Sara's body and couldn't help but admit he liked what he saw. Eric had spent the better part of the ride trying to hide his thickening cock. He couldn't be sure because she was wearing sunglasses but Eric could've sworn Sara had been staring at his junk. She even licked her lips at one point which drove Eric to such distraction he almost went off the road.

As they pulled up to the hotel, Eric kept reciting the mantra of, "Baseball, baseball, baseball," to take his mind off his traveling companion.

They got to the hotel and as it turned out they were in adjoining rooms with a one of those doors that goes between rooms. They had a beautiful view of the ocean but it wasn't the view Eric thought about.

As they were each going into their separate rooms, Sara pointedly commented to Eric, "You know Eric, I'm so wiped from traveling I think I'm just going to throw on my suit and go down and spend some time by the pool."

"Oh! You know what, I'll be down in a little bit that sounds good!"

As soon as Sara's door closed, Eric ran down to the hotel lobby and asked the desk clerk where he could get a bathing suite in the neighborhood. The clerk pointed him to the hotel store in the lobby and Eric dashed over. Eric was dismayed to find that the only thing the store stocked for men was tight revealing speedos. He asked the salesperson if they had any trunks but she said the hotel's usual European clientele favored speedos generally.

Eric was proud of his body but he didn't flaunt it and he didn't want to wear something that would do little to contain his proud cock. Especially knowing he would be getting an eyeful of Sara. With a bit of a sigh though, he grabbed a suit off the rack that was his size and quickly paid for it running up to his room.

He changed quickly, wrapped a towel around himself and made his way down to the pool.

What greeted Eric was nothing less than stunning, on the opposite side of the pool, Sara reclined on a deck chair. She was wearing a two piece orange shiny suit, the bottoms of which rode high up on her thighs and scooped dangerously low down the front cupping her public mound. The top was quite sheer and covered Sara's large pendulous breasts but did little to hide her prominent aureole and nipples which stood proudly out from the surface of her breast.

She had her book and her head was draped forward so that her bangs hid her eyes from Eric but Sara's body glistened in the sun. Eric thought she was laid out before him like a feast.

Eric nimbly walked around the pool, pulled a deck chair next to Sara's and laid back in his chair. As he settled in, he removed the towel and placed his legs with his feet flat on the concrete on either side of his deck chair. His black speedo looked like a banana sling.

He leaned back and closed his eyes loving the warm sun beating down on his skin.

"Eric? Eric? Would you mind putting some lotion on me before I burn?" Sara asked.

Sara was leaning towards Eric her breasts dangling before her looking as if they would at any moment break free of their confines. As Eric turned his eyes to her, he felt the blood gushing into his cock.

"Sure thing! Shoulders? Back? Tummy?"

"Why don't you do my back?"

Sara turned over in the chair lowering the upper portion as she did. Eric looked at the swell of Sara's ass and noted her suit barely covered her. He moved from his chair to the side of Sara's chair by her thighs, as he leaned over her their legs touched. Sara shuddered as they did and hoped Eric wouldn't notice.

Eric reached down, squirted some lotion on his hands and began to gently massage the liquid into Sara's upper back and shoulders. As he bought his hands along Sara's sides, there was no way he could avoid brushing against the sides of her tit flesh. Oh, how he wanted just to reach around and kneed those puppies. Still his cock grew longer and fatter, rising against the fabric of his suit, arching and straining against the material.

"Eric? Eric? Did you hear me?" Sara asked.

Eric caught himself again, "I'm sorry what was that?"

"You seem quite distracted today! I said you must work out regularly. You are in really good shape! I would have never though you would be as cut as you are given the clothes you wear around the office?"

Was she trying to flatter him?

"Er... yeah, well you know how it is around the office. Finance isn't exactly known for it's raciness."

"Well," Sara said half turning in the chair to face Eric her breasts hanging down along her rib cage like some delicious fruit, "You really are in good shape! I wish my boyfriend looked half as good as you do!" And Sara placed her hand on Eric's bicep as if for emphasis and squeezed his arm.

Eric draped his other hand in the small of Sara's back in the curve just above her butt gently massaging her as the conversation continued.

Reluctant as he was to screw someone he'd see at the office everyday, Eric had no doubt in his mind, boyfriend or no, he'd be balls deep in Sara's pussy before they returned to New York. Eric could feel his fat pole throbbing in the tiny suit trying to break free. Eric looked down at his delectable co-worker and saw her staring at his cock.

Sara removed her hand from Eric's arm and lightly placed it on the thick shaft straining towards her gently tugging at it.

"There's no denying you have some very impressive muscles Eric, I would have never known it from the way you carry yourself around the office." Sara said, unconsciously licking her lips.

Eric knew now any pretense was pointless, "Well Sara, I try to work out as much as possible. As a matter of fact I haven't worked out today, care to join me?" Eric's hand moved down Sara's slick sweaty back and discreetly kneaded the fleshy ass cheek. He dug his fingers into the cleft between the buttock and the upper thigh and rubbed firmly moving his fingers closer to Sara's pussy with each pass.