ME06 - Story

The monthly sales report she stared at seemed endless. So did the wait for her flight's boarding call. Mandy released a sigh that expressed both her boredom and her frustrations in a single breath. the connection from O'Hare to Detroit was notorious for running late and things appeared to be consistent with recent history. Midwest Express was anything but. the ticket agent confirmed her fears that she was going to be later still by changing the departure time by an additional hour. Another traveler's sigh echoed her frustrations as he dropped his briefcase onto an empty seat and collapsed three chairs down from her.

wonder if they’d just schedule this damn flight two hours late to begin with if we’d leave on time?” he asked, looking over at her.

She smiled at him and said, “No, I think Midwest would find a way to screw something up regardless. This is their typical Friday evening routine.”

“You’re probably right,” he replied, turning back to a folded newspaper lying on his lap.

He selected the Money section from USA Today, shook out the wrinkles and began to read. She was relieved that he was not a “talker”. Idle chat was not what she needed at this particular point. The sales report still needed her attention to flag the highs that needed recognized and the lows that needed encouragement. Such was the life of a District Sales Manager. Always traveling. Always scanning the numbers. Always dishing out the praise and doling out the pokes. Now that’s what she needed – a good poke. She hadn’t been laid in several months. She wasn’t desperate or anything, but she had that lingering itch that only a good hard dick could scratch.

Moneyman folded his newspaper and pulled out his cell phone, punching in digits for a call to some unknown corner of the world. She tried to refocus on the Illinois region sales results with minimal success. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed him looking in her direction as he waited on his call to connect. She did not look at him, choosing instead to avoid promoting a conversation when his call was finished. Besides, it was obvious his eyes were touching every inch of her breasts with very little discretion. A small part of her was miffed by his overt staring, but there was a larger part of her that was beginning to enjoy the distracting thoughts prompted by that little itch she lived with. The itch was winning, and she stretched, arching her back and holding her arms up high over her head, rewarding him with a striking profile and the perfect hint of a nipple pressing through her knit top.

“Hey baby!” he said when his call was answered. His eyes never stopped looking in her direction.

"Yup. Late again. Looks like another hour or so before we board."

'Must be a girlfriend,' she thought to herself. He wasn't wearing a ring. Nice hands too. Those hands would feel real nice retracing the path his eyes took a few seconds ago. Chances were good he could help that itch too. Her nipples responded with greater enthusiasm, becoming more defined as they swelled in agreement.

“I know,” he continued, his voice becoming much quieter, “I know, babe. I want it too. “

“Yeah, you know I would.” He paused, becoming quieter still, “Yeah, I’d lick them just like you wanted it.”

He had her full attention. It had to be sex. Tits. He was talking about licking her tits. The itch was growing along with an instantaneous wetness that was developing between her legs. Her own breasts ached for the tongue she knew he could offer.

“Now? I’m kinda in a…it’s not real private here…and…” he said, turning away slightly.

Everything came to an abrupt halt. ‘Dammit,’ she thought. ‘It’s private enough you wimp. Go on lick her tits. Jayzus, lick my tits. Let her listen to you lapping these puppies up. I’ll climb right up on your lap and you can feast on me. Please, Moneyman, lick one of us!’

“OK, ok,” he said, barely over a whisper, casting a quick glance in her direction.

“Lie back.”

‘Yes!’ A smile curled at the edges of her mouth, as she made an effort to look like she was busy with her reports. A couple of pages were flipped to add an element of authentic concentration on her work. She strained to hear what he was saying.

“Undo the buttons."

"Slowly."

"One at a time."

"Let your fingertips touch your skin lightly between your tits, then down onto your belly."

“Hmm, yes, that’s a good girl.”

“You want those pretty little tits licked don’t you?”

“No baby, you can’t touch them yet. And you keep those fingers out of that pussy too.”

“You save that sweet thing for me. When I get home I’ll lick that for you too.”

Her breath was becoming harder to regulate evenly. The picture his half of the conversation painted was dancing all around her itch. She wanted to toss the sale reports aside and follow his instructions. His voice was hypnotic. His control was intoxicating.

“Do you want me to lick them now?”

“Oh, I know you do. And you’ve been such a good girl too.”

“You’ve earned my tongue. Uh huh, wherever you want it. There? Oh my, such a naughty girl you are.”

Mandy knew exactly where she wanted it. She had earned a tongue too. She needed a tongue. She needed a cock. She wanted one in her mouth. She wanted one...yes...a big one...nice and thick. She wanted her arms pinned over her head and fucked with long, hard strokes from the owner of that big, thick cock.

“Pull your shirt away. Do it slowly and concentrate on how the material feels against those sweet nipples of yours.”

“Yes, I know. I know they’re aching. Don’t you dare touch them. If you touch them, I’ll find somebody here in this airport to fuck instead.”

‘Touch them! Touch them you weak bitch!’ her mind screamed. ‘Disobey him!
He needs to fuck me. Me. Yesss. Me.’

“Good girl!” he praised.

'Worthless obedient bitch.'

"Push your arms up over your head. that's right. Very nice."

"Arch your back. Push those little tits up where I can taste them. Hmmm, perfect!"

‘This guy is good,’ she thought silently. ‘He could rule my body. Take it. Use it for his own pleasure. And fuck. Yes. He could fuck me all night long.’ She was convinced there would be enough of him to satisfy them both. His attention to detail had to be deliciously perfect. He was slow and deliberate. His manner was just what she needed. She needed someone to take control away from her. Someone else needed to make the decisions for a while. Someone who knew what a woman really needed to feel satisfied. Someone who could take her to a place she’d never been before. Someone who was thoughtful enough to…

His cell phone began to ring.

“Hey baby! Yeah, I’m going to be late. No. Should be about another thirty minutes before we board here.”

Her mouth fell open, as she fought the urge to look at him and deliver the death stare. ‘You bastard. You lying bastard!’ she thought. ‘How could you?’

“No, I haven’t eaten a thing. Wait for me and we’ll go get something when you pick me up.”

“OK. Yeah, probably about 8:30 or so. I’ll meet you in front of the Midwest doors.”

“OK, I love you too.”

He clicked off and dropped the cell phone back into his inside coat pocket.

She could not restrain herself another second and turned to look directly at him. A mixture of fury and abandoned arousal marked her face in red splotches. She was at a loss for words. What could she say? He’d duped her completely. He just climbed into her head and worked his sex on her. He crawled beneath her clothing. His tongue had been on her breasts. His lips were stained with the taste of her arousal. He took her from three seats away. And she wanted every second of it. She welcomed it.

He turned his head and smiled sweetly before saying, “Gotcha!”

“Bastard!” she replied, and looked away.

The southern part of Illinois seemed to be consistently short on their sales numbers for the second month in a row. Mid-state and northern districts were doing well. Now if she could only figure out how to deal with the itch that represented a shortage of a more urgent nature.

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