The Drop Off Pt. 02

Henry didn't know what to expect when he showed up to work on Monday morning. He had completed the paperwork Thursday night and submitted it Friday without seeing or hearing any more from Laura. On Monday morning he opened the company directory online and stared at her entry, which had both her phone number and the location of her office two floors down. He checked it now and again moodily and did nothing.

Sometime after lunch Laura walked in. High heels and her skirt was black and tight. He dragged his eyes away from her legs and up to her eyes to find her gazing at him levelly. She carefully placed the folder containing the paperwork on his desk, pushing it over to him and running her fingers slowly along the top edge as she withdrew her hand. Her fingers were long and slender. He could still picture them wrapped around his cock.

"I'm on time this week. Sorry again about last time."

"There's nothing to be sorry about," he told her. "I certainly didn't mind staying late with you. Maybe we should schedule a time to do it again."

"Well," she replied, "tonight I'm leaving early to pack for a conference. I'll be out the rest of the week."

"You're going to Denver?"

"Why? Are you?" She called over her shoulder as she strolled out, not waiting for his answer.

The next morning he sat with a newspaper in an uncomfortable chair near his gate at the airport. He turned the pages every now and then so he could have something to do with his hands while he glanced around looking for long legs and long brown hair. Of course, she may have taken a different flight. Maybe she flew in last night and that's why she had to leave early to pack. She might be in the air, flying already.

Twenty long minutes later he was on the airplane and seated next to the aisle. The man on his left was already settling down for a nap and Henry pulled out his newspaper, resolved to read more than just the headlines this time.

"Excuse me, that window seat is me." Laura looked like she was trying not to laugh, waiting patiently for Henry and the man in the middle to let her through. Henry stood and they were very close, he could see down her scoop neck blouse and her lavender bra was sheer. Then he stepped back and the man also moved into the aisle while Laura stepped carefully through the row and sat at the window, pushing the shade up and gazing out at the runway. Henry refolded his newspaper with a sigh and spoke to her.

"What will you be doing at the conference?" he asked her.

"Presenting a paper. You?"

"I'm recruiting." He debated whether to ask about her topic. The man between them was stretching out and it was obvious he planned to sleep. Henry felt uncomfortable continuing the conversation. Laura seemed just as happy to look out the window in silence.

Sometime later the plane was in the air and their seatmate was sleeping peacefully. Henry scanned his newspaper but looked every now and then at her profile, the smooth pale skin of her face and neck, her legs as she squirmed a little and recrossed them. She had earbuds in, listening to music with her eyes closed. He pictured sitting beside her, his hand trailing up her leg and under her skirt, rubbing and massaging her thigh. She would press her legs together and moan. Her hand would slide over into his lap, rubbing his length through his pants and squeezing him. In his head he moved her legs apart, hooking his leg around hers to hold them open. His hand moved from her inner thigh to run his fingers over her mound, feeling heat and moisture through her panties. She would gently pull down his zipper and work her hand inside his pants and boxers, gripping his cock firmly and pulling him out. He would push a finger, two fingers past her panties and deep inside her and as she gasped he would grasp her hair and pull her head down, sliding into her wet mouth.

He glanced over into her eyes, she had caught him staring at her. She took her earbuds out and looked at him expectantly.

"Laura, I..." he had no idea what would be appropriate to talk about at this point. "I gather we will be getting in around 5."

"Yes, that sounds right." Her eyes slid to his neck, shoulders and his broad chest briefly. "Would you like to have dinner together?" she asked coyly.

He couldn't help raising his eyebrows a little, but he smiled widely. "That sounds lovely. I would really like that. Where can I find you?"

"Why don't you pick me up at the hotel bar at 6. I'll be in red. Excuse me now, please." She put her earbuds back in and closed her eyes, looking very relaxed, but as he mulled over what she had said he thought he saw her hips squirm.

He wondered why she had told him what color she would be wearing. It was the kind of thing you said to someone you wouldn't recognize, but there was no chance of that. As he settled his seat back slightly and closed his eyes a vision of Laura in a red, clingy dress came immediately to his mind. He pictured her on a barstool as he slid his arm around her waist or better yet bent her firmly over the bar and yanked up the back hem. She would be wearing a thong outlining her round, gorgeous ass. She would murmur "Yes, Henry" as he pressed a forearm into her back, holding her down, maybe gathering her long hair around his fist and yanking down the thong with his free hand. Then to unzip and guide his raging hardon between her legs. As his cock twitched he took a deep breath and switched to picturing them talking, sitting legs pressed together in a booth at a local restaurant, maybe holding hands in an elevator. He'd need to wait and imagine all of what came after when he was alone in his hotel room.

As the flight landed he waited patiently, keeping an eye on Laura as she packed up her purse and trying to decide what, if anything, to say to her.

"Please go ahead." The man in the middle was being overly curtious, or maybe just wanted a pretty woman pressed up to him, and was making room for Laura to push through and exit first. Henry could smell her as she brushed against him. He looked down at her skirt hugging the round curve of her ass and didn't see a pantyline.

"I'll see you at seven, Henry," she said.

"I'm looking forward to it," he promised her, trying to keep his voice light and hold down a surge of lust.

"So am I." And she left him there, folding his newspaper.

In his hotel room he jerked himself, remembering sitting in his office chair with Laura on her knees sucking his cock, this time in a red dress. It would be so easy to slide his hand down into that sheer bra and catch her nipple. She had moaned and pressed her breast eagerly into his hand,gazing up at him before smoothly swallowing down his cum. He came then, shuddering, into a towel. Showering and running a comb through short brown hair, he threw on dark pants and a crisp button down shirt and prepared to head downstairs.

The hotel's bar was crowded with early conference arrivals. Some sitting in company packs, others catching up over drinks with colleagues and friends across the industry. The room was loud and mood was boisterous. As he scanned the room for red he finally spotted a woman in a red dress cut low in the back seated at the bar. His breath caught as he took in the sight, her brown hair hanging down her bare back, partially obscuring a tattoo that wound its way up toward her shoulder. He wanted to run his hands over every inch of that back. He smiled with pleasure to himself. No bra in sight.

He approached from the side as she sipped wine from a nearly empty glass.

"Here you are. In red."

"Yes." She turned toward him, every bit as sexy from the front, slim and long and looking into his eyes, smiling.

"What would you like to do? I can order a drink and we can stay here or we can head out." He nodded towards the door.

"What would I like to do?" She repeated his question softly. Her gaze was intense now, her legs tense and her breath shallow. She slid off her stool. Quietly, "are those the only options?"

His fantasy of bending her over the bar came back in a rush and he couldn't keep the lust from his face. "How hungry are you feeling?" he asked huskily.

She stepped closer to him and without thinking his hand slid around her waist. She didn't look alarmed exactly, but quickly glanced around. He didn't see anyone paying them any attention as they stood together at the bar.

"Hungry for food? I'm not too hungry, Henry, at the moment." She reached back to remove his hand from her waist, holding it in hers and tugging him gently through the crowd back toward the elevator.

"I'm pretty hungry for some other things," she murmured into his ear and they waited in the hallway for the doors to open.

"My room is on the 8th floor," he replied.

She leaned into his side, slipping her arm around his waist and he immediately pulled her closer and ran his hand along her back, dropping it down to cup and squeeze the firm cheeks of her ass. Her hand tightened on his waist and she sighed, arching her back, pushing into his hand.

The elevator doors opened and they moved together into the empty space. As the doors closed and she pushed the button for the 8th floor he palmed her naked back, sliding his hands under the thin red material to cup her breasts. He squeezed them and kneaded them, catching both nipples to tug on and pinch firmly. His mouth was on her neck and shoulders, kissing and softly biting her bare skin. She moaned audibly and spun in his arms, placing her hands on his shoulders and pressing him back against the wall of the elevator, grinding her crotch into him.

"Yes, Laura," he hissed and grabbed her ass roughly again as she ran her hands all over his chest and squeezed his shoulders. She leaned forward and started to kiss him deeply, sucking and nipping his lips gently with her teeth. He pressed his leg into her crotch, the red dress riding up in front. The doors opened and he reluctantly loosened his grip on her. Placing his palm firmly on the small of her back he led her through the opening, past a couple of grinning college guys and down the hall to his room.