The day of the trip!
It was finally the day of the trip.
I was so excited that I could hardly contain myself. But I did my best to act professionally, and not like some lovesick teenager. Just before leaving I thought I'd better wake my hubby to say goodbye as this was the longest we've ever been apart.
"Hey honey." I whispered while gently stroking his face.
"Mmmm."
"Wake up."
"Huh? What time is it?"
"It's almost 6."
"Jesus Christ woman!" he groaned, rolling over "Are you trying to kill me?!"
"No silly." I giggled "I'm going on the trip today."
"Oh, shit yeah. Sorry babe."
"It's okay."
"Have fun and I'll see you when you get back. I love you."
"Love you too."
I gave him a quick peck on the lips, and then headed downstairs to wait for Steve to pick me up.
As soon as I got to the door I saw his limo pull up outside the house.
"Here goes" I thought nervously to myself.
I took a deep breath and then stepped outside, locking the door behind me.
When the driver opened the door, I climbed in and sat next to Steve.
"Morning Jennifer" he greeted cheerfully "Did you sleep well?"
"Yes thank you. Did you?"
"Yeah, great."
"Well, we'd better get going then."
"Alrighty."
With that, we set off.
On the way to the airport we made small talk and joked about things we had seen and done in the past.
Once there we got out of the limo and headed into the terminal. As soon as we walked inside, Steve stopped and turned towards me.
"Follow me" he commanded softly.
I followed obediently, not really knowing where he was taking me, but trusting him anyway.
After a minute or two of walking we reached a private VIP lounge where a beautiful young hostess greeted us.
"Welcome Mr Smith. It's a pleasure to have you with us again." she smiled.
"Thank you" he replied politely before turning to me "Jennifer, this is Emily. She will look after us both until the plane is ready."
"Hello Emily." I said warmly.
"Nice to meet you" she responded "Please follow me and we can get you both comfortable" she continued motioning for us to sit on the luxurious sofa nearby.
Once seated, Emily brought over two glasses of champagne and placed them in front of us.
"Thank you Emily." Steve said appreciatively.
"You're welcome sir. Is there anything else you need at present?"
"No, I think we're fine for now. Thank you."
"Ok, please enjoy your drinks. If you require anything else, just let me know."
With that, she walked away, leaving us alone.
"Wow, this is fancy" I said admiring the lavish decor and furnishings.
"Yes. Very fancy."
We clinked glasses and drank the bubbly liquid slowly enjoying the relaxing atmosphere.
"So...tell me more about yourself Jennifer" Steve suddenly asked out of nowhere.
"What would you like to know?" I replied curiously.
"Anything. Everything."
"Well...I'm a very open person. So feel free to ask whatever questions you'd like."
"Alright."
He paused, contemplating his next words carefully before continuing.
"You mentioned in your interview that you used to do a bit of modelling? What's the story behind that"
"Yeah" I replied shyly. "Well, I guess I was blessed with good looks."
"Oh yeah, you were."
I blushed slightly, embarrassed by the compliment.
"Thank you. But seriously, I started off doing fashion shoots for catalogues and magazines. But once I hit 18, they wanted me to do nudes."
"And what happened then?"
"I was reluctant, but I did them anyway. Eventually, I did a lot of lingerie and swimwear stuff. Then I met my husband and gave it all up."
"Wow. So, did you enjoy doing the nudes?"
"It's funny. Yeah, I did enjoy it. But I think maybe it's because of the attention and compliments. Does that sound strange?"
"No, not at all. You're an incredibly attractive woman Jennifer. I'm not surprised that people wanted to compliment and flatter you. I bet guys were all over you."
"Ha! Yeah, there were plenty of those. But luckily, I met Frank and the rest is history."
"You seem happy. Out of curiosity what was the agency called?"
"Umm...I don't really remember. It was so long ago. I'll think about it and get back to you." I lied, I knew exactly what the agency was called, LegsX. But there was no way I wanted my boss to know.
"Ok, well if you do remember, let me know. I know somebody that may be interested in the industry you see" he chuckled.
"Sure thing." I kind of felt bad now, knowing that I could have potentially helped another woman's career.
We continued talking, and laughing, and drinking champagne for another hour or so. The conversation flowed easily and naturally, and before we knew it, the pilot was coming over the speaker system announcing that we would be boarding the plane soon.
"Well, here goes" I said nervously, looking around the room nervously.
"Relax. You'll be fine. Plus, we'll have a couple more drinks on the plane."
With that, we made our way onto the aircraft and settled into our seats. As soon as we were airborne, the captain announced that it was safe to move around the cabin.
"So, what would you like to drink?" Steve asked, smiling.
"Surprise me."
"Ok."
He got up and went over to the bar where the bartender poured us both a cocktail.
"Here you go. This is my favourite drink."
"Thank you"
I took a sip and instantly felt myself relax. The alcohol was starting to take effect.
"Mmmm. That's nice."
"Yeah, I love Sex on the Beach."
I nearly spat my drink everywhere at the remark.
"Sorry, sorry." he said quickly "The cocktail of course"
"Oh yes. Of course." I replied, trying to compose myself.
We both laughed and sipped our drinks slowly.
The flight was smooth and comfortable. It didn't feel like any time had passed before the pilot announced that we were making our descent into the city.
Once we had landed, we took a cab straight to the hotel.
When we arrived at the hotel, the concierge greeted us warmly.
"Good morning. Welcome to the Marriott."
"Thank you."
We checked in and went up to the penthouse suite.
"Wow, this is amazing" I exclaimed, as I took in the incredible view.
"Yes, it's beautiful. But I think my bedroom is even better."
With that, he led me through to the adjoining room where a huge king sized bed dominated the centre of the room.
"Holy shit. That's one hell of a bed."
"Indeed."
"Do you bring all your employees here?"
"Just the pretty ones" he replied cheekily.
I couldn't help but blush slightly at the compliment.
"So, I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to take a shower and get ready for tonight."
"Ok, no worries."
With that, he disappeared into the bathroom, leaving me alone to explore the rest of the suite and find my bedroom for the weekend.
I quickly found the other bedroom, which was smaller but equally luxurious. I sat down on the bed and sighed contentedly.
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
"Hello? Miss Jennifer?"
"Yes, come in."
A bellhop entered the room and placed a box on the table.
"Compliments of Mr Smith. He asked me to give this to you."
"Thank you."
The man left, closing the door behind him.
I opened the package and gasped when I saw its contents.
Inside was a stunning red dress, along with matching heels and jewellery.
"Oh my god."
I took the items out and laid them carefully on the bed. Then I removed the note and read it:
Dear Jennifer,
Here is something for you to wear tonight. I can't wait to see you in it.
Love,
Steve.
My heart skipped a beat at the words Love and See you in it.
"What is he doing?" I thought to myself.
"He can't possibly be interested in me. No way. He's just being nice. Yeah, that's all."
I shook my head, trying to clear the thoughts and doubts from my mind.
Then I grabbed my toiletries bag and headed into the bathroom to get ready.
As I showered, I couldn't stop thinking about what Steve had said earlier about me being a 'pretty' girl. Was that a real compliment or was he just joking around?
Either way, I couldn't deny the fact that I felt special and excited.
"But it's not right." I chided myself mentally. "He's my boss. And my husband's boss. You're married! Stop it! Stop it!"
But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get the images of him and me together out of my head. Ladies I'm sure you'll agree that when these thoughts are running through your head, whilst the shower rains hot water all over your body, washing yourself without going any further is sometimes not achieveable. I couldn't stop myself. My hand slipped between my legs, and I rubbed my clit gently. It felt amazing. Within seconds, I was close to orgasm. I bit my lip and let out a low moan as waves of pleasure washed over me.
When the feeling subsided, I finished cleaning myself, turned off the water, and stepped out of the shower.
As I dried myself off, I looked at my reflection in the mirror.
"What are you doing, Jennifer?" I whispered to myself.
I sighed heavily, and shook my head, trying to clear the thoughts and emotions from my mind.
"Get a grip."
With that, I wrapped the towel around me and went back to the bedroom to finish getting ready.
I was so excited that I could hardly contain myself. But I did my best to act professionally, and not like some lovesick teenager. Just before leaving I thought I'd better wake my hubby to say goodbye as this was the longest we've ever been apart.
"Hey honey." I whispered while gently stroking his face.
"Mmmm."
"Wake up."
"Huh? What time is it?"
"It's almost 6."
"Jesus Christ woman!" he groaned, rolling over "Are you trying to kill me?!"
"No silly." I giggled "I'm going on the trip today."
"Oh, shit yeah. Sorry babe."
"It's okay."
"Have fun and I'll see you when you get back. I love you."
"Love you too."
I gave him a quick peck on the lips, and then headed downstairs to wait for Steve to pick me up.
As soon as I got to the door I saw his limo pull up outside the house.
"Here goes" I thought nervously to myself.
I took a deep breath and then stepped outside, locking the door behind me.
When the driver opened the door, I climbed in and sat next to Steve.
"Morning Jennifer" he greeted cheerfully "Did you sleep well?"
"Yes thank you. Did you?"
"Yeah, great."
"Well, we'd better get going then."
"Alrighty."
With that, we set off.
On the way to the airport we made small talk and joked about things we had seen and done in the past.
Once there we got out of the limo and headed into the terminal. As soon as we walked inside, Steve stopped and turned towards me.
"Follow me" he commanded softly.
I followed obediently, not really knowing where he was taking me, but trusting him anyway.
After a minute or two of walking we reached a private VIP lounge where a beautiful young hostess greeted us.
"Welcome Mr Smith. It's a pleasure to have you with us again." she smiled.
"Thank you" he replied politely before turning to me "Jennifer, this is Emily. She will look after us both until the plane is ready."
"Hello Emily." I said warmly.
"Nice to meet you" she responded "Please follow me and we can get you both comfortable" she continued motioning for us to sit on the luxurious sofa nearby.
Once seated, Emily brought over two glasses of champagne and placed them in front of us.
"Thank you Emily." Steve said appreciatively.
"You're welcome sir. Is there anything else you need at present?"
"No, I think we're fine for now. Thank you."
"Ok, please enjoy your drinks. If you require anything else, just let me know."
With that, she walked away, leaving us alone.
"Wow, this is fancy" I said admiring the lavish decor and furnishings.
"Yes. Very fancy."
We clinked glasses and drank the bubbly liquid slowly enjoying the relaxing atmosphere.
"So...tell me more about yourself Jennifer" Steve suddenly asked out of nowhere.
"What would you like to know?" I replied curiously.
"Anything. Everything."
"Well...I'm a very open person. So feel free to ask whatever questions you'd like."
"Alright."
He paused, contemplating his next words carefully before continuing.
"You mentioned in your interview that you used to do a bit of modelling? What's the story behind that"
"Yeah" I replied shyly. "Well, I guess I was blessed with good looks."
"Oh yeah, you were."
I blushed slightly, embarrassed by the compliment.
"Thank you. But seriously, I started off doing fashion shoots for catalogues and magazines. But once I hit 18, they wanted me to do nudes."
"And what happened then?"
"I was reluctant, but I did them anyway. Eventually, I did a lot of lingerie and swimwear stuff. Then I met my husband and gave it all up."
"Wow. So, did you enjoy doing the nudes?"
"It's funny. Yeah, I did enjoy it. But I think maybe it's because of the attention and compliments. Does that sound strange?"
"No, not at all. You're an incredibly attractive woman Jennifer. I'm not surprised that people wanted to compliment and flatter you. I bet guys were all over you."
"Ha! Yeah, there were plenty of those. But luckily, I met Frank and the rest is history."
"You seem happy. Out of curiosity what was the agency called?"
"Umm...I don't really remember. It was so long ago. I'll think about it and get back to you." I lied, I knew exactly what the agency was called, LegsX. But there was no way I wanted my boss to know.
"Ok, well if you do remember, let me know. I know somebody that may be interested in the industry you see" he chuckled.
"Sure thing." I kind of felt bad now, knowing that I could have potentially helped another woman's career.
We continued talking, and laughing, and drinking champagne for another hour or so. The conversation flowed easily and naturally, and before we knew it, the pilot was coming over the speaker system announcing that we would be boarding the plane soon.
"Well, here goes" I said nervously, looking around the room nervously.
"Relax. You'll be fine. Plus, we'll have a couple more drinks on the plane."
With that, we made our way onto the aircraft and settled into our seats. As soon as we were airborne, the captain announced that it was safe to move around the cabin.
"So, what would you like to drink?" Steve asked, smiling.
"Surprise me."
"Ok."
He got up and went over to the bar where the bartender poured us both a cocktail.
"Here you go. This is my favourite drink."
"Thank you"
I took a sip and instantly felt myself relax. The alcohol was starting to take effect.
"Mmmm. That's nice."
"Yeah, I love Sex on the Beach."
I nearly spat my drink everywhere at the remark.
"Sorry, sorry." he said quickly "The cocktail of course"
"Oh yes. Of course." I replied, trying to compose myself.
We both laughed and sipped our drinks slowly.
The flight was smooth and comfortable. It didn't feel like any time had passed before the pilot announced that we were making our descent into the city.
Once we had landed, we took a cab straight to the hotel.
When we arrived at the hotel, the concierge greeted us warmly.
"Good morning. Welcome to the Marriott."
"Thank you."
We checked in and went up to the penthouse suite.
"Wow, this is amazing" I exclaimed, as I took in the incredible view.
"Yes, it's beautiful. But I think my bedroom is even better."
With that, he led me through to the adjoining room where a huge king sized bed dominated the centre of the room.
"Holy shit. That's one hell of a bed."
"Indeed."
"Do you bring all your employees here?"
"Just the pretty ones" he replied cheekily.
I couldn't help but blush slightly at the compliment.
"So, I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to take a shower and get ready for tonight."
"Ok, no worries."
With that, he disappeared into the bathroom, leaving me alone to explore the rest of the suite and find my bedroom for the weekend.
I quickly found the other bedroom, which was smaller but equally luxurious. I sat down on the bed and sighed contentedly.
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
"Hello? Miss Jennifer?"
"Yes, come in."
A bellhop entered the room and placed a box on the table.
"Compliments of Mr Smith. He asked me to give this to you."
"Thank you."
The man left, closing the door behind him.
I opened the package and gasped when I saw its contents.
Inside was a stunning red dress, along with matching heels and jewellery.
"Oh my god."
I took the items out and laid them carefully on the bed. Then I removed the note and read it:
Dear Jennifer,
Here is something for you to wear tonight. I can't wait to see you in it.
Love,
Steve.
My heart skipped a beat at the words Love and See you in it.
"What is he doing?" I thought to myself.
"He can't possibly be interested in me. No way. He's just being nice. Yeah, that's all."
I shook my head, trying to clear the thoughts and doubts from my mind.
Then I grabbed my toiletries bag and headed into the bathroom to get ready.
As I showered, I couldn't stop thinking about what Steve had said earlier about me being a 'pretty' girl. Was that a real compliment or was he just joking around?
Either way, I couldn't deny the fact that I felt special and excited.
"But it's not right." I chided myself mentally. "He's my boss. And my husband's boss. You're married! Stop it! Stop it!"
But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get the images of him and me together out of my head. Ladies I'm sure you'll agree that when these thoughts are running through your head, whilst the shower rains hot water all over your body, washing yourself without going any further is sometimes not achieveable. I couldn't stop myself. My hand slipped between my legs, and I rubbed my clit gently. It felt amazing. Within seconds, I was close to orgasm. I bit my lip and let out a low moan as waves of pleasure washed over me.
When the feeling subsided, I finished cleaning myself, turned off the water, and stepped out of the shower.
As I dried myself off, I looked at my reflection in the mirror.
"What are you doing, Jennifer?" I whispered to myself.
I sighed heavily, and shook my head, trying to clear the thoughts and emotions from my mind.
"Get a grip."
With that, I wrapped the towel around me and went back to the bedroom to finish getting ready.
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