Joy in Bed
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I want to thank my muse for her encouragement and editing. This story is a slow burn and I hope you’ll getting there is half the fun.
4:00 am Huffing in frustration, I started my day. 5 hours of sleep would barely be enough for this marathon 16 hour day. Shrugging, I calculated that I could get a couple of naps in on the flight. Visiting Phoenix was a quarterly event; and, one I did not look forward to. My employees were great. The flight from Orlando to Phoenix was the culprit of my grief. The flight was long. Jet lag was real. And, I was unable to secure a direct flight making this trip particularly dreadful. Fortunately, the roads were empty at this time of the morning. Commuters tended not to be stressed or find parking at the terminal… The security lines were my nemesis at Orlando International. Every quarter I curse myself for not subscribing to TSA PreCheck. This morning the lines were exceptionally long. Quickly, I did the math in my head and knew I had plenty of time.
Traveling for business was a sterile event for me. I avoided chit chat with tourists/commuters and even avoided significant eye contact that could encourage dialog. As with anything business-related, my main focus was on increased efficiency and effectiveness. It was the main reason I was able to grow the program out of the red, from my predecessor’s efforts, into the black. Thus making my quarterly visits a requirement. Orlando’s TSA was neither efficient nor effective causing my eyes to roll in disdain.
A two and a half hour flight later, we touched down. And, I was at my next gate waiting for my Phoenix leg to begin. My eyes scanned for a place to charge my phone and laptop. Frustratingly, none were available. Quickly I assessed that Dallas/Fort Worth was not effective and that I had enough cell life to last the trip. During my scan, my eyes settled on a woman having breakfast. Not just any woman mind you, she was, “A grade ‘A’ hotty,” I mouthed. I found myself staring just a little too long. It was definitely more than the once over I was accustomed to giving. Trying to be slick, I turned my head while still keeping her in my peripherals. Reviewing my actions, I definitely did not rate my perving skills as effective and stopped my foolishness. ( this part is so cute and adorable. I love the male viewpoint throughout. But super adorable here) My mind mulled over the woman’s image painted in my mind. She looked to be a couple years younger than me, probably 38. She had blonde hair and a sexy silhouette. She was smartly dressed in a classy but sexy blouse. The blouse accentuated her substantial breasts, adding to her allure. No doubt she was “smuggling,” as I would crudely put it to the guys. This thought brought a smirk to my mouth. Yes, I was going to sneak another look. I was alarmed that she was waiting for my gaze. I flashed my signature smile. It was self-assuring enough to convey confidence yet genuine enough to impart friendliness. The moment was redeemed. I continued to rotate my head as if it was my original intention. After nodding at my fictional target, my attention was directed back to my iPad.
That quick moment of exhilaration waned as I crashed down into reality. I was in an airport full of transient travelers, nothing would build from the moment. On the bright side, there was nothing to lose if I leered again. Armed with a smile, I turned to ogle. My smile faded. I groomed my appearance to help psychologically recover from the disappointment. She had moved on. “Transient,” I reminded myself.
The moment had passed. I shrugged off the occurrence as I returned to reading my iPad. As I got lost in my article, I noticed a pleasing fragrance. It was Joy by Dior. A particularly lovely fragrance that several women in the office wore. It was a perfume I would recognize and compliment at every chance. It was never beyond a compliment because I was never one to dip my pen in the company ink. I turned to compliment the wearer, only to be stopped dead in my tracks. It was the woman from breakfast. She was sitting at my gate. Again, we locked eyes, and I smiled, “I love Joy?”
“What?” She narrowed her eyes, letting on that she was momentarily confused. “Oh, my perfume. Thanks. It’s my favorite,” she lightly laugh. Following her laugh she added, “Obviously” with a shrug and half wink.
At a more intimate range, her details grew into focus. Striking, her eyes were captivating. Her makeup accentuated her green-blue irises. What made her eyes special was her predominate dark outer iris halos. The dramatic contrast created a sexy effect. Her beautiful eyes were a blessing because, at such close proximity, my perving eyes would have traveled to her breasts. She was sultry, and there was no doubt about it. She was startled by her phone. After digging it out of her handbag, she mouthed, “Thank you,” and turned to take her call. “Alex, hey yup, I’m in Dallas…”
Alex. A spouse? Maybe a boyfriend? I turned and slipped my earbuds in and listened to Urfa Escort music. Disappointed, I wanted nothing to do with the conversation. 45 minutes slipped by fast. After racking up airline status, my next concern was to get overhead space in the main cabin preferred section. Because I had just earned the status I was going to be in the last group to be seated. There were times I had to put my bags further back. This led to a less than efficient debarkation. The travel gods were kind, I had overhead space. Quickly I slid into my window seat, shoved my hoodie into the crack between the bulkhead and the seat. This was all in preparation for recouping some sleep lost from the night before. My ulterior motive was to avoid conversation with my seatmate. Leaning over, with my earbuds positioned, I closed my eyes. My thoughts meandered to the image of the gorgeous woman at the gate. Exercising discipline, I willed my thoughts to concentrate on my agenda for the next couple of days. As I got to the afternoon portion of my schedule, I started to feel a poking at my shoulder. I feigned sleep, hoping the poking would stop. It persisted, so I opened my eyes to address the matter. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I took notice of a young traveler. “What are you listening to?” He asked with a smile.
Both of my children were in their 20’s. Breaking my no chit-chatting rule was pretty easy in this case. I missed having little children, so I welcomed the conversation. “A band called Khruangbin. Do you want to listen?” I offered an earbud with a smile.
The young traveler took the earbud in earnest. He stared off, listening to the music. I watched in amusement as his face went from contemplation to a smile. He then started to nod to the beat. This caused my smile to widen. As we grooved to the music, I noticed the lovely lady from the gate walking by. At this point, I had very little interest because I was not going to get in Alex’s way, Bro’ Code. Politely, I returned a brief smile and went back to chatting with my young seatmate. But… I did not miss the opportunity to look at her lovely ass as she shuffled by. We listened to some of my 80’s stuff. I discovered that the boy was the product of poor parenting. Guns and Roses, Def Lepard, Salt n’ Pepa were all a mystery to this poor child. After a couple of samplings, he committed to looking into the 80s. This brought me some satisfaction. An airline attendant leaned down to speak with the child. They were going to change his seat so he could be closer to his parents. I was disappointed, but relieved because I really needed to get some sleep. We said our goodbyes, and he headed off. The added benefit of an empty neighboring seat was gravy.
I started to drift off to sleep when I felt some movement in the seat next to me. I repositioned my head, hoping to get some shut-eye. After lunchtime, my schedule opened up to some one-on-one meetings with my direct reports. These were the highlights of my trip. A familiar smell wafted over me. Joy, a smirk broke on my face. There was no doubt … it was the lovely lady. But, I refrained from turning to greet her. Any conversation would have just been practice. She will be speaking to Alex in a few hours, Bro’ Code. The sweet smell persisted. Her silhouette and her eyes once again invaded my thoughts. It must have been how undeniably hot she was combined with her perfume that triggered my next movement. I was growing an erection. This development was very vexing. Would she notice? Would precum leak from my cock? After a quick poll, I realized I’d have to wake up and check on my condition. Slowly I roused myself from my sleeping position. As I moved, I made sure to check out my boner situation. It was noticeable, but not notable, and no precum. Okay, time for some acting. I transitioned carefully from sleeping to acknowledging she was sitting next to me. Looking over, I smiled, “Joy.”
She smiled back, “Hey there, sleepy.”
I rolled my eyes, pretending to be embarrassed. “Yeah, it’s been a long day and, I haven’t even started. What brings you to Phoenix,” I prodded.
She shrugged, “Just seeing a friend and her kids. They are like family… You?”
“Business, I fly in for a couple days, and then I’m back in Orlando before I turn into a pumpkin by the weekend.” She mentioned “Her kid” and “Seeing a friend.” It threw me for a loop. “Then, who the hell is Alex,” I thought. Okay, let’s shift gears. “Oh, where do you know your friend from?”
“Purdue. We both attended college there. And, were roommates for our final two years.” She renewed her smile, leaving no doubt this was a trip she had been looking forward to.
“College roommates? Uh oh, what kind of trouble are you gals going to get into?” There was no doubt I was flirting now. My tone was exaggerated, my body language was very open, and I had a permanent smile on my face. She laughed. I got my desired effect.
She responded by rolling her eyes and lightly punching my are. “No, Uşak Escort Alex and I are older now, and can’t keep up. We may go out to grab a drink. Mostly we just enjoy rehashing past hijinks and spending time with her kids. I’m like an aunt to them.”
“I have a couple of those, one niece and three nephews in Austin. They love themselves some Uncle Jim.” I realized we hadn’t introduced ourselves to each other. “By the way, I’m Jim. You can call me Uncle Jim if it makes you feel better.” I shook my head side to side and fluttered my eyes to emphasize humor. I developed my comedic skills once I realized what value they brought. I had a razor-sharp wit, comedic timing, and face contorting down. It wasn’t a challenge for me to evoke laughter. The skill had come in handy for work. It took the bite out of critical feedback and increased the highly prized likeability factor in the corporate world.
She giggled and jutted out her chin, declaring, “Well, Uncle Jim. I’m Aunt Katie.” Then offered her hand with a tomahawk motion.
Gingerly shaking her hand, “Aunt Katie, wish I had a sexy aunt like you growing up. Well, that wouldn’t work, would it? Hmm, sexy friend, Aunt, thing.” I scrunched up my face and hunched my shoulders to emphasize acknowledgment that I had entered a social taboo but was doubling down through humor. She laughed, and I smiled. I was pleasantly surprised at how easy the conversation flowed between us. But the conversation came to what felt like a natural conclusion. After a few awkward moments, I mentioned, “Well, Katie, it was nice to meet you,” and turned to get some sleep.
Before I could, she reached over and grabbed my hand. “Don’t worry, I’ll watch over you. You never know when some chatty Kathy will come over and disturb you.”
She surprised me with such a forward gesture. I looked down at our locked hands and smiled. “It’s good to have a beautiful woman here to chase away the riff-raff.”
Our conversation renewed, and we chatted for the rest of the flight. We talked about owning plants and my inability to keep them alive. We meandered over to the taste of music and her love of ballroom dancing. I mentioned taking ballroom dancing classes in high school as a requisite. Like most people, she was surprised that our public school system required ballroom dancing to graduate. She said her ‘Old Man’ crush was Keith Morrison. Which drew some laughter. We had a faux argument over her beloved Casablanca. I argued that it was overrated. The debate ended with the agreement that there was a lack of setting changes. Very begrudgingly she acknowledge that I was still wrong and we moved on to our love college football. It ate a good portion of our conversation. Time pleasantly slipped away until we were warned to prepare for landing. We paused our conversation in preparation. After landing and during the taxiing to our gate, everyone checked their phones. Once I was satisfied that she had completed her communications, I gently took her phone and put my phone number in it. With a friendly smile, I expressed that I would love to meet up while in town. She thought about it for a second and nodded in agreement. I took her moment of contemplation to indicate that she was earnest about her intentions. We split after saying goodbye at the gate.
I secured my rental car and started my day. The morning was filled with meetings and emails. After lunch, I had coaching and mentoring sessions with my direct reports. Each minute led to my morning encounter fading. I was of singular focus, improving efficiency and effectiveness. Wrapping up shop at 6 pm Phoenix time, my 16-hour day was coming to an end. And, with that, my energy reserves. My employees understood the drill. I wouldn’t be meeting up after work because I valued a good night’s rest. As I left the building, my employees and some colleagues made plans for dinner the following night. I couldn’t get to my room fast enough. My preferred loungewear had been just boxers. I stripped down, booked dinner delivery, and settled down for the night. Next, I flipped on Forensic Files and melted into the bed in a mindless bliss. A text drew me out of my haze. “Hey sexy, whatcha up to?” It was Katie.
I took a moment to let my brain spool up a response, “Lying in bed just in my boxers wondering when you were going to reach out… Finally? :)”
“Lol. In bed already? How old are you …65?”
“44 going on 65… 16 hours crushed me. :(“. It pained me to reflect on how age had slowed me down.
“Poor baby… Guess you don’t want to meet up?”
Okay, that got my blood pumping, and it was time to shake some jet lag off. Still, I didn’t want to stretch myself too thin, so I leveraged some home-court advantage. “Kidding me, I always have energy 4 U 😉 Can you do an old man a solid and swing over to the hotel for drinks. My electric scooter is hard to pack into the rental.”
“Lol. You’re funny. Hmm, are you trying to seduce me dirty old man?”
“Absolutely! Van Escort Don’t worry I 4got to pack my blue pills. You’re safe 😛 8?”
“LMAO… K 8 Location?”
While looking down at my phone with a smug smile, I sent her the address through a map app. I was indeed tired. So, it wasn’t a total lie. More importantly, I had set the stage for an easy exit, should the night progress. To encourage a rush of energy, I did a kick-up out of bed. After a quick shower to help wash away some sleepiness, I ate my dinner. I am 44, so keeping svelte has become more of a challenge. My meals had become solely for nutrition. The lack of satisfaction always made for an efficient episode. Ten minutes before eight, I was down at the bar sipping on a gin and tonic, scrolling through my emails and Facebook. Before taking a seat, I had caught the scent of Joy. Without looking up, “Hello, Katie..” Looking up to make eye contact,” It’s a JOY to see you again.” I let my face settle into a smirk for comedic effect.
“Pssst, silly old man. Glad to see you managed to get up for the occasion… For now, at least.” She raised an eyebrow returning the volley.
I appreciated the double entendre and replied with a huge smirk, “Oh, there are plenty of miles left in these bone…s.” I flutter my eyes, playing innocent. “What are you drinking?” I parlayed.
“Cosmopolitan?” We reverted to a normal conversational tone but were still smiling.
She settled on a Cosmopolitan made with unflavored vodka because it was the classic way. We talked about how she was catching up with Alex. After skimming over my day, we conversed about our love of travel. Her favorite being Europe. Mine being Sicily and Croatia, specifically Dubrovnik. An hour and a half passed as easily as time on the plane. I needed to see how far the evening would go. “Man 9:30, I am up way past my bedtime. No pressure care to tuck an old man into bed?” I was bold, locking eyes. I flashed a genuinely warm smile and soft eyes that said no hard feelings if the answer was no.
She took her time to contemplate as she did on the airplane, “Where is your scooter?” She winked, sealing the deal.
The length to which she contemplated my solicitation told me she did not hook up often. I was getting excited as we made our way to my room. In the elevator, I grabbed her hand and refreshed my smile. No words needed. Once in my room, I offered some Fuji water. As I turned with the bottle in hand, I was greeted with a kiss. She pulled back, which gave me a chance to gaze into her mesmerizing eyes. Her pupils had fully dilated into an “I want to fuck you” gaze. I replaced the bottle and reached for her jawline, guiding her lips to mine. We kissed passionately. Tenderness was in the rearview mirror. We were, no doubt about it, going to fuck and fuck hard. I tasted the hint of her cosmopolitan on her tongue. My hands made a beeline to her ass as our tongues danced, glided, and baited. After a quick squeeze through her tight-fitting jeans, my fingers went up to help peel her out of her blouse. Up and over, tossed aside. Next to go was her bra. Right hand to the clasp, left to pull it off. I kissed her neck. I took note that this was a sensitive spot. I stayed there a bit and scraped my shirt off, allowing for skin-to-skin contact. Her breasts were pressed up against my chest. Their volume felt oh so satisfying against me. Her nipples were erect, pricking me as I repositioned my kisses from her lips to her neck and vice versa. Her breathing was ragged, queuing me to move down to her breasts. My wanton kisses caressed her nipples. Teasing them to an impressive size. I sucked on them, testing her limits of pain pleasure. The heft of her breasts was impressive. They were smooth and firm. By far, the largest breasts I have had the pleasure of manhandling.
I plied pressure through my lips and hands, which were kneading her breasts. Through the gentle pressing, I guided her onto the bed. She compliantly laid on her back, feet over the edge of the bed and on the floor. I preferred this position to pull her jeans off. She wiggled as I pulled. Her red thongs were a pleasant surprise. My lips peppered kisses to her stomach. I tongued her delicate belly button and my kisses jaunted downwards to the waistline of her panties. My fingers husked away her panties, exposing her bald pussy. I bathed her mons with wet kisses. I ran my hands over her nipples, creating a speed bump effect. Titillating her nipples with an alternation of pressure and release. Wet kisses turned into a tongue bath. Her mons glistened from my saliva. Hearing moans and pronounced breathing encouraged and rewarded my efforts. I could smell her musk. It was intoxicating to me. Another sense engaged my brain, sending a flood of endorphins into my cortex. Gone was my fatigue and the effects of jet lag. I was totally engaged in the moment. All my scenes playing their part in an erotic orchestra. “You are so damn sexy babe.” I managed to utter it in a husky lust-filled voice.
My tongue followed the natural curves of her legs to where they met her torso, down to her taint. She bucked, trying to force my tongue onto her sex. “Baby, stop teasing me.” She implored as I plied my pussy eating skills.
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