Business or Pleasure? [MF | Public | Creampie]

Late night flights like today’s were what made John dread going on business trips overseas. Working for an investment firm provided a lot of opportunities to their young associates, especially those with ambition and a willingness to go to conferences out of Toronto. Today, that happened to be John and his coworker Sarah. The worst part of these types of trips? John always forgot to pack until the day of.

This wasn’t the first time this has happened. Last year, the London trip had him forget half of his clothes from the last minute packing. The year before, New York, arguably less impactful as he only forgot his toiletries. The common theme behind these trips; his associate Sarah mocking him relentlessly.

“If you were this clueless at the office, you’d have been fired a long time ago.” she would joke, even though it was true. John in his professional life was so controlled and focused, but due to the fact his mind was always on work, his personal life suffered. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gone out for drinks with friends, had a day to relax at home or even gone on a date. Personal life concerns always took a back seat, in order to serve him climbing the corporate ladder.

*“God, I need to get laid.”* he thought to himself, sighing as he finished packing his bag into the trunk of his car, before heading out to Toronto’s Pearson International Airport. The drive to the airport wasn’t a particularly long one, especially this late in the afternoon once the rush hour congestion died down. Before long, John had parked his car and was heading into the terminal. The second thing he hated most about international travel? Security.

After an awkward encounter with a handsy security officer, John was able to make his way to the terminal. Luckily, his company loved to spoil their employees when travelling abroad; a means to help their public image and keep employee morale high. This meant one thing; First Class travel. Arriving at the first-class lounge prior to boarding, it was filled with pilots and wealthy men and women, all enjoying a drink or dinner. John made his way over to the bar and sat down, ordering a beer for himself and dropping his bag on the floor next to him.

He looked around, his eyes catching a few other travellers and he smiled warmly at them. John wasn’t exactly the most handsome man in the world, but he did fairly well all things considered. Standing at six foot three, he had a fairly average body. Short auburn hair and currently wearing a navy-blue suit, white dress shirt, burgundy tie and brown dress shoes, John looked as though he was about to head into a board meeting; not take a several hour flight to another continent.

“Hey you! Looking sharp!” a soft voice says in his ear, causing him to jump as arms wrapped around his waist. A cute brunette with her hair tied back into a ponytail, wearing a grey dress with a fashionable suitcase sits next to him.

“Ah hey Sarah.” John says sipping his beer. “Don’t scare me like that, damn.”

“It’s fun watching you get all worked up.” she giggles, leaning in close to him. “You never seem to come out after work with us, so I’m always interested in how to get a reaction out of you.”

“A reaction huh? What exactly were you hoping to see?” John replies, smiling to himself. Sarah was always flirtatious, even though she had a boyfriend for the last several years. The men in the office pined after her, thinking that her over-friendly nature was something special shared between each of them, but John knew better.

On their first day working together as Sarah set up her desk next to him, she commented that she was lucky to get to stay late with someone like him, and how jealous her boyfriend would be. This had John’s mind running, imagining what she would look like out of her dress, but quickly pushing aside those thoughts in order to continue working. Again, John was very much lacking in a social life, let alone a sex life.

“Well whenever we travel together, I get to see a little more of you letting your hair down.” she says, ordering a glass of wine for herself. “Plus getting a little crazy on the company’s dime? I’d never say no to that.”

“We’re here to represent our bosses at the conference, not throw a party like a bunch of college kids.” John says sternly, scolding her.

“Sure boss, whatever you say.” she says mockingly, finishing her glass of wine quickly. “I’m not saying do anything crazy, but have a few drinks, go out to a couple of restaurants. *Enjoying yourself* can be tame you know.”

Before he could reply, a soft ringing could be heard from Sarah’s purse. Sighing, she pulls out her phone and frowns. “Duty calls, my better half probably wants to remind me to buy him a souvenir.”

“Good luck.” John laughs, as she gets up and answers the phone, walking to a quieter part of the lounge to talk. Ordering a second drink, John sits quietly, looking up at the hockey game when he sees someone sitting back down in Sarah’s seat out of the corner of his eye. “That was fast.”

“Excuse me?” an unfamiliar voice says with a thick french accent, causing John to look over in confusion. Sitting in Sarah’s seat was a beautiful blonde woman. Her golden blonde hair fell along her shoulders, her eyes a startling shade of blue. His eyes quickly darted down her body and took in the sight of this woman in her white blouse, and a tight black skirt with matching black heels.

“O-oh I’m sorry!” John says, blushing in embarrassment. “I thought you were a friend of mine.”

The woman giggles and the sound of her laugh rings in John’s ears. “Oh please, don’t be sorry. To tell you the truth, I was waiting for an opportunity to come by and when she left I thought it was the perfect excuse. My name is Elyse, and you are?”

“John, it’s nice to meet you.” he says, shaking her hand and looking over his shoulder to see Sarah still on her phone call. “What do you mean by an opportunity? Looking for a free seat?”

“Not exactly, I was hoping you would buy me a drink before my flight.” she says, waving over the bartender and ordering a gin and tonic. John hands the bartender his card and laughs.

“That’s a good move, any guy would fall for that.” he says, as she smirks and takes a sip of his own drink.

“It is definitely useful.” she says, her eyes shining as she smiles at him. “But aside from the free drink, I was hoping I would get the chance to talk to you. Had you gotten here earlier and not so close to my flight I’m sure we would have gotten to know each other much better. But c’est la vie.”

*“Is this seriously happening?”* he thought to himself, downing his beer. He clears his throat and sits up a bit straighter, starting to be filled with confidence. “I’m sure that would have been the best part of my trip. Maybe next time you’re in Toronto we could take another crack at it?”

“Hmm I don’t know if I’ll be travelling back to Toronto anytime soon. Not that I don’t enjoy the city, but my next vacation will be somewhere a bit warmer.” she says, gently swirling her drink. “And where are you travelling this evening John?”

“I’m heading to Paris, I have a conference to attend to for work,” he says, eagerly. “It’s my first time to the city. I’ve flown through it before, but never stepped foot out of the airport.”

“Well isn’t that a coincidence, I’m travelling home to Paris myself.” she says, finishing her drink. Standing up, Elyse gently brushes her hand down his arm and smiles. “Maybe we’ll be lucky enough to sit next to each other on the plane and continue this conversation.”

“I hope so.” he says, flashing as charming of a smile as he can. “If not, we can always make up for it when we land.”

Smiling, Elyse shrugs in response. “Perhaps, but it looks like your friend is almost done so I won’t keep you. I’ll see you on board John.”

She proceeded to walk away, her heels clacking loudly on the floor when she exited the lounge, almost being immediately replaced by Sarah.

“Who was that?” she asks suspiciously, watching the beautiful blonde walking out of the lounge.

“I… have no idea.” John says, blushing slightly. “Just another traveller looking for someone to talk to I suppose.”

“Mhmm.” she grumbles, rolling her eyes. “Anyways, let’s get to the terminal, we’ll be boarding soon.”

Nodding in agreement, John grabbed his bag and the two made their way to the gate. The boarding process was rather uneventful, the odd passenger complaining about waiting or a lack of legroom, but it was quickly drowned out when the pair took their seats. The two had a short argument about who would get the window seat, and eventually John settled with the aisle. The flight crew did their standard safety briefing, and before long they were thirty thousand feet in the sky.

Three hours and an equal number of drinks later, Sarah had fallen fast asleep with her head leaning on John’s shoulder as he watched the in-flight movie. The alcohol and high altitude caused his mind to swim, until he noticed a familiar face walking down the aisle past him. Elyse slowed down while passing him and smiled, and simply gestured her head towards the back of the first-class section. Turning his head to watch her walk away, John was lost in the sight of her swaying hips, walking down to the nearest bathroom and opening the door, looking back directly at him and smiling before she entered.

Situations began to play out like a movie in front of his very eyes. He could go and she may scream, kicking him out and he’ll get arrested? Would he go and the flight attendant might catch them? This was an experience totally out of his control, and certainly out of his comfort zone. While lost in thought, something Sarah had said earlier came to mind; *“Getting crazy on the company’s dime.”*

For years John had poured his blood, sweat and tears into his career. Missing the opportunity to date, socialize or make bad choices. At this point, he wasn’t sure if it was him rationalizing the situation, or the mixture of alcohol and pent up sexual energy talking, but he made his decision. Gently climbing out of his seat so as to not wake Sarah, John quickly and quietly made his way down the aisle. Most of the passengers were sleeping or too distracted by movies or books to pay him much attention, and upon arriving at the bathroom, John noticed that the door was unlocked.

His hand hesitated at the door handle, starting to second guess his decision when the door opened and he was face to face once again with the beautiful blonde woman. She smiled upon seeing him, grabbed his tie and pulled him inside, closing the door and locking it behind him. Before he could say a word, her plump lips were pressed against his, her tongue sliding into his mouth and wrestling his. Pulling away slowly, Elyse held John’s bottom lip between her teeth and pulled back, before letting go.

“I wasn’t sure you’d get the message.” she said, sliding her hand down along the front of his pants. “I thought maybe your girlfriend would have been keeping a closer eye on you…”

“Ah well she’s not my girlfriend…” he begins to say, then stops himself. “But yeah, I’m not going to pass an opportunity like this up.”

She giggles in response, her hands sliding onto his belt and undoing his pants. He thought to himself, *“Holy shit this is happening!”*

John helped get his belt unbuckled, and the moment it and his pants were undone, Elyse dropped carefully down to her knees. The lavatory wasn’t exactly *roomy*, so she pushed him up against the door, making room for her to comfortably kneel in front of him. Tugging his boxers down, she saw his thick, hard cock. The cut dick in front of her face was about six and a half inches, but extremely thick as she wrapped her hand around it.

“Mon dieu…” she gasped to herself, before leaning in and slowly licking up his shaft from base to tip. The feeling of a warm, wet tongue sliding up the length of his cock had John’s body shudder in pleasure, leaning his head back against the door. Enjoying the sight of his pleasure, Elyse continued licking slowly, teasing him as one of John’s hands made it into her hair. He ran his fingers through her shining golden hair, and she moaned softly, licking back to the tip and then sliding his thick shaft down her throat.

Bobbing her head vigorously, she brought one hand up to cradle and massage John’s balls. Slowly pulling her head back and making a loud, erotic slurping noise, she would then push her head forward, expertly taking him into her tight throat. While she continued to suck his hard cock, she began to unbutton her blouse, sliding it off of her shoulders. Looking down, John couldn’t help but notice how large her perky breasts were, held back by a nude coloured bra. With the fabric of her blouse out of the way, Elyse began to increase the pace, saliva dripping down from her mouth and covering her chest.

Suddenly John pulled her head back, to her surprise. He quickly lifted her back up to her feet, and then sat her on the small counter, receiving a surprised gasp in response. He knelt on the dirty airplane floor, pushing her skirt up exposing more of her long, soft pale legs. Sliding his hands up to her matching nude coloured panties, he roughly pulled them off, balling them up in his hand as he leaned his face in to hungrily lick her pussy. Elyse was already wet at this point, and the sudden stimulation from his tongue gently licking up to her clit had her moaning loudly.

Hearing the moan, John’s head whipped up to look at her. “Try to stay quiet so nobody hears us alright?”

She bites her lip and wraps her legs around his head, squeezing gently. “We’ll have to see how good you are, maybe I won’t be able to help myself.”

Raising an eyebrow, John smirks at her and says, “Suit yourself.” before burying his face back against her, slurping at her clit while he brings the empty hand up to slowly start fingering her.

Elyse’s breath caught in her throat, while she tried to hold back her moans, with them coming out as quiet gasps and squeaks. Her legs began to tighten around his head as his finger began to stroke her g-spot, her head rolling back and leaning against the mirror. Both hands reached down and gripped John’s hair, holding his face in place to continue stimulating her exactly where he was. Her body began to tense, as he fingered her faster and slightly rougher, sliding a second finger deep inside.

“J-john….” she stammered out, almost holding her breath entirely. “I-I’m…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Elyse moaned loudly as a large splash of cum shot against John’s face, his tongue still vigorously working her as she shook against him. Feeling her orgasm on his tongue, John’s eyes shot open in surprise, thinking to himself *“Did I make her cum just by going down on her?”*

Elyse’s legs around his head loosen as he stands up, her eyes glazed over in lust as he leans in to kiss her passionately again. Her arms wrap around his neck, hands running through his hair as she roughly pushed her tongue against his and moaned at the taste of her pussy on his lips. The hand that was fingering her slid out, and guided his still wet shaft against her tight pussy. With her still sensitive body reeling from an orgasm, Elyse couldn’t keep her moans down and John was beginning to worry if someone may have already heard them. Bringing the still balled up panties in his hand up to her mouth, he starts to push them inside.

Her eyes widen in shock, as her own underwear is pushed into her mouth to keep her quiet, before her eyes are filled with a burning passion. Wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him closer, John thrusts his thick cock deeply inside of her. With her moans now muffled by the makeshift gag, he quickly began to increase the pace, sliding one hand up to her hair and gripping it tightly, tilting her neck to the side as he began to kiss and gently bite her soft skin. The other hand made its way down between them once again, teasing her sensitive clit. With every rub she received, her body twitched against him, encouraging John to continue.

The pairs bodies were intertwined with one another as John continued fucking Elyse hard and fast. The sounds of their bodies slapping together, quietly echoing in the small lavatory, the size of the room almost amplifying the sound around them. After a short time, her hands move from around the back of his neck, to John’s chest, gently pushing him back. He slows down and slides himself away, panting heavily. The small room smelled of sex, the musky smell of sweat entangled with Elyse’s perfume intoxicating John as his soaking wet cock twitched in the cold air.

Letting herself down off of the counter carefully, Elyse turns herself around and bends over the counter, her eyes mischievously looking back at him from the mirror. With a bite of her lip and a nod, that was all the encouragement John needed before gripping her hips and thrusting back in, now being able to thrust the full length of his cock in as deeply as she could take it. She brings one hand up to her mouth to spit her saliva soaked panties into her mouth, then arches her back so as to lean in closer to the man fucking her. Almost instinctively, John leaned in and the two began to kiss passionately once again, muffling each other’s moans.

The two lost track of time, making out passionately and fucking. Before long, John’s cock began to swell up inside of Elyse, him pushing closer and closer to finishing. Not slowing down, he bit her lip then whispered quietly between moans, “I’m going to cum…!”

Elyse’s hands grip the counter top hard, pushing herself back against him as fast as she can, making sure that every time he thrusts in she pushes back to make it as hard and deep as possible. Her pussy tightens around him, close to her second orgasm as they both moan into their kiss once again. With her body tightening around his cock, almost as if it were milking him, he exhaled sharply as he began to pump load after load of thick hot cum into her pussy. Every thrust into her shot more and more. Feeling the hot load inside of her, Elyse squealed against him, cumming hard on his thick cock.

Finally as the last spurt of cum came out, he held himself inside of her, the two continuing to kiss. Panting heavily, John pulls his lips away and laughs softly. “That was incredible…”

Elyse nods in agreement, gasping quietly as he slides himself out of her, thick cum dripping down her legs. She grabs a few pieces of toilet paper to clean up, as both of them redress and compose themselves. Before he opens the door, Elyse kisses him once more, this time much softer. She slides her cell-phone into John’s hands and says, “We’ll need to do this again before you go. Put your number in and when we land, I’ll be sure to text you. We can plan something for after your conference.”

John beams at her words, nodding eagerly and typing his name and number into her phone. She opens the door and tells him to go first, so they aren’t seen together before quickly pushing him back into the aisle. He awkwardly makes his way to his seat, trying desperately not to make eye contact with anyone, even though he knows he must reek of sweat. Sitting back down at his seat, Sarah appears to be exactly where he left her, head leaning against the window. Undoing his tie, he lays his head back, smiling to himself and full of pride.

“Where did you run off to?” a quiet voice says, causing him to jump in his seat. Sarah turns her head to look at him, her eyes heavy with sleep.

“Ah just the bathroom.” he says, nervously. “Just a bit of a wait was all.”

“Uh huh.” she says, stretching and getting up, gently crawling over his lap. John’s eyes open in shock, immediately starting to get hard again, until she climbs over him and into the aisle. “Well looks like I’ll go next then.”

John’s head snaps around to look at the bathroom, seeing Elyse come out and straightening her skirt before walking down the aisle towards them. Sarah walks down, inching past her and the two women don’t seem to acknowledge each other, causing a sigh of relief from the still horny man.

The rest of the flight goes by in a blur, with John imagining the scene he took part in over and over again. When the plane finally lands at Charles de Gaulle Airport, a short distance from Paris. They grab their carry-on bags and disembark the plane, both Sarah and John looking exhausted from the flight. As they go out to the baggage claim area and chat together about the events coming up, John feels a light tap on his shoulder. Looking over it, he sees Elyse who smiles at him and points to her phone, before walking up to grab her bag and then towards the exit.

John hurriedly pulls out his phone and sees that he received a simple, “Bonjour” text message from a Parisian phone number. He looks back up to the baggage carousel and notices Sarah raising an eyebrow at him unimpressed before her eyes dart over to the distant figure of Elyse. She grumbles to herself and pushes past John, grabbing her suitcase and then storming towards the exit.

With an exasperated sigh, John grabs his bag and rushes after her, praying she doesn’t just take a cab without him to the hotel. *“Is she jealous?”* he thought to himself, chuckling at the prospect.

While Elyse was gorgeous, Sarah was equally as beautiful. He began to think of what lays under that dress of hers, a thought he hasn’t had since her first day at the office. This time however, he didn’t push the thoughts back down. John was in for a business trip he would never forget.

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