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Forever Yours -- Night Flight
by artie@netgate.net

© Copyright 1998 by artie

	This work may not be reposted or redistributed without the prior
express written permission of the author.

	A work of fiction, meant for adults. Read something else if you are
not an adult, or are offended by stories with sexual content. Then again,
if all you're looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out, you should probably
read something else. I welcome constructive comments. Enjoy.

	*

	I couldn't believe I was doing this. I especially couldn't believe
I'd actually talked my boss into it. Here I was, getting on the damn red
eye overnight flight from San Francisco to Boston.

	I'd gone to my boss and told her I really needed to go to a three
day meeting at our research center back East. She looked shocked. When I
told her I wanted to take the red eye, I thought she would fall out of her
chair. She looked at me in surprise and in a mock serious tone asked me if
I was feeling well. I started laughing and she soon joined me.

	My job requires that I travel. Still, I hate red eye flights. I
can't sleep on planes even though I'm exhausted, which leaves me in a
really fine mood the next day. Oh well, I brought along plenty of work to
do; my laptop confuser was loaded up and I even had a spare battery.

	The flight started out good news - bad news. The good news was that
it wasn't very full. The bad news, aside from being a red eye, happened
when I sat down in my assigned aisle seat. I noticed the guy sitting in the
window seat next to me was reading an industry newsletter. As he turned the
page I caught a glimpse of the address label; he worked for a competitor.
No way could I do any work in this seat.

	Once the aircraft doors closed, I moved back a couple of rows to an
empty aisle seat. There was a gal in the window seat. I asked if I she
minded me joining her; she said "Not at all."

	As I was putting things away, she extended a hand and said "Hi, I'm
Chris."

	I shook her hand. "Tom. Glad to meet you."

	"Headed for Boston on business?" she asked.

	"Actually, Nashua, New Hampshire for a meeting."

	"Oh? I'm headed to Nashua as well. Where are you staying?"

	It turned out we were staying in the same hotel. We made small
talk; she asked if my family minded me being gone on business. I laughed
and told her the fish didn't seem to mind; I was single. She laughed at
that. She had a nice smile and laugh. Maybe this wouldn't be such a bad
flight after all.

	"Tom, may I ask you a favor?"

	"Sure, what can I do for you?" I told her.

	"Could you give me a ride to the hotel?"

	I smiled. "I'd be delighted. I should warn you though, I'll
probably be grumpy - I don't sleep well on planes, like not at all."

	She raised an eyebrow and sort of smiled. "Oh really?" I can help
with that."

	I was about to follow up on that remark but got interrupted by the
safety briefing and takeoff.

	After we were in the air, I got out my laptop. HmmmŠ

	"Chris, you aren't in the computer business are you?" I asked.

	She chuckled and said "No, why?"

	I told her how she'd gotten my company. She smiled and said "If I
run into him, I'll have to thank him for introducing us."

	I started my laptop; I had a few hours of work planned. After a
couple of minutes though, I got a low battery warning and the damn thing
shut down.

	Well, that's what spares are for I told myself. I fished the spare
out of in my bag. When I opened its carrying case, I saw a note. "Thanks -
Terry." My heart sank; I hadn't checked it before leaving.

	My fears were realized; the "spare" was also dead. I wasn't going
to get much work done. I packed up the computer and dead batteries, making
a mental note to kneecap someone later.

	Chris said "Problems?"

	I looked at her and nodded my head as I sighed. "The frustrations
of modern technology; plenty of work and dead batteries."

	Then I remembered what she'd said before; what the hell.

	"Chris, you'd mentioned something about sleeping on planes?"

	She got a wry smile on her face. "Yes. I'd love to help. Why don't
you go to the bathroom, then we'll get started."

	Good idea; I got up and had a pee. I was feeling tired, but still
wound up, especially after expecting to get some work done.

	When I returned to my seat Chris was standing in the aisle
stretching. She was just a bit shorter than me, with a great figure, and
dark brown hair down to her shoulders. Even in loose clothing suitable for
an overnight flight, she was attractive. Not that I'm a sack of potatoes; I
work hard at keeping fit, and I'm proud of the bit of gray in my moustache.

	"Go ahead and sit by the window." she told me.

	I slid in and buckled up. She surprised me by sliding into the
middle seat, next to me on my right. She reached over and pulled down the
window shade.

	"Slip off your shoes and get comfortable." she said as she rummaged
in her bag.

	I took off my shoes and wiggled my toes; she got out an eye shade.

	"Tried those. Didn't help." I told her.

	"Trust me." she said, putting a hand on my arm and smiling.

	I smiled back. "I trust you."

	"Good, that's the most important part." she said.

	"What's next?"

	"Do you mind if I touch you, Tom?" she asked.

	"No, not at all." I was a bit puzzled, since she already had.

	"Good." she said. "In a moment, I'll help you put on the eye
shades, then I want you to lean back, get comfortable, and relax. I'll
start talking to you and may touch you. You don't have to do anything, not
even concentrate on listening to me. Just relax and let it happen. Okay?"

	I looked into her green eyes. "That sounds great. I can think of
worse things to do than listen to your voice."

	She smiled again and helped me with the eye shades. They felt cool
and nice. The touch of her hands was electric; I tried not to think about
that, I was supposed to be relaxing. I settled back and felt a hand on my
right arm.

	"Good." She was speaking into my right ear; I could practically
feel the warmth of her breath, and it sent a tingle through me.

	"Now take a slow, deep breath, hold it for a moment; let it out and
relax."

	The way she stretched out "relax" as she said it was wonderful. We
did that a few more times; I was feeling more relaxed already. Then she
started at my forehead, telling me to let those muscles relax. As she said
"relax" she gently touched my forehead; the feeling was electric, stroking
my forehead as she repeated "relax." I felt as if I was melting under her
touch, her voice. She put her hand back on my arm and continued talking to
me, slowly relaxing the muscles around my eyes, my scalp, ears, jaw, and
neck.

	By the time we got to my chest and shoulders I was having a hard
time following her. My mind was filled with random flitting thoughts, but
her voice was so calming, and I was so relaxed. Soon the flitting thoughts
disappeared and there was only her voice, coming from some place far away.

	Some time later as I was floating, drifting, so relaxed, I felt a
tingle run through me as she touched the back of my neck; I was so heavy,
so relaxed, floating along on her voice.

	She touched my right hand; I remember it getting light and floating
up to my face. I barely remember being surprised when it touched my face
and quickly got so heavy again.

	I may have dreamed some; being in a plane, being in a hammock in a
beautiful garden; the next thing I remember is her voice in my ear saying
"Time to wake up, Tom. Seat belt sign in about ten minutes."

	I took off the eye shades, opened my eyes, and took a deep breath.
I looked at her, smiling, sitting next to me. I couldn't believe it. Not
only had I slept on a plane, but I couldn't remember when I'd slept as
well. I shook my head in disbelief as I smiled at her; I slipped past her,
and as I did I leaned over and kissed her on the top of the head. "Thank
you so much."

	I went to the bathroom. After peeing, I looked at myself in the
mirror. I looked fresh, well rested, and relaxed. Hell, I looked and felt
as if a big weight had been taken off me; amazing.

	When I got back to our seats, she was still in the middle seat. I
started to sit in the aisle, but she motioned me back to the window again.
I sat down and looked at her in awe.

	"How did you sleep?" she asked with a grin.

	"Incredible. I can't remember when I've slept that well. I feel as
if a big weight has been taken off me; it's amazing. I don't know how to
thank you."

	She smiled and laughed softly. "I'm glad I could help. I'm very
lucky I met you. Why don't you lean back and close your eyes for a moment."

	I did, and then felt a hand touch the back of my neck. I felt that
electric tingle run through me, and I was floating again, so peaceful, so
relaxed, her voice filling me again from a distance.

	Did we talk? I'm not sure. I think we did. The next thing I know
we'd landed at Logan.

	Both of us being seasoned travelers, we only had a small carry bag
each; we quickly made our way to the rental car, and were soon past the
eternal airport construction and headed North.

	Once safely away from the airport, I looked at the beautiful woman
sitting next to me. I took a deep breath and sighed. She looked at me and
smiled.

	"I can't believe I met you." I told her.

	She laughed and said "That's what I'm supposed to say."

	"I know a good dive for breakfast just outside Lowell if you're
interested." I told her.

	"Sounds great. When will we get there?"

	"With luck, in about half an hour. When does your shindig start?"

	"Oh, not until this afternoon."

	"Mine starts at half past eleven; our office is right across from
the hotel."

	She looked at me, giving me an incredible smile. Was there
something extra in that smile? "Good - we'll have time to rest and freshen
up." There seemed to be fire in her eyes.

	The traffic gods were busy making life interesting for people going
the other way, so we made good time. We stopped at a diner just outside
Lowell. I'd been going there for years, usually after flying in on a redeye
flight. We parked, and I hopped out of the car to get the door for Chris.

	"Well, thank you." she said as she extended a hand and let me help
her out of the car.

	"No, thank you. I still can't believe how good I feel this morning."

	I thought I heard her mutter something like "Just you waitŠ" as I
locked the car.

	We had a good breakfast; I skipped the coffee this time. I normally
don't drink coffee unless I'm trying to wake up; I didn't have that problem
this morning.

	We got back on the road to Nashua. "I can't remember when I've
enjoyed a breakfast more."

	"I'm glad to hear it. I enjoy your company." she told me.

	I was already thinking about that evening. I could blow off dinner
with the gang feigning jet lag and lack of sleep. Nobody would believe me
if I told then I'd slept on the plane.

	"Dinner tonight?" I asked her. "I'd like to see more of you." Was
that a bad choice of words?

	She gave me a coy look and smile and said "We'll see."

	I didn't know how to interpret that tone of voice, but the look on
her face seemed encouraging.

	We pulled into the hotel parking lot a little after eight thirty. I
shut off the engine; I was about to turn to her when I felt that hand at
the back of my neck again and heard her voice.

	It was as if I was in a very comfortable fog; nice but not quite
real, or not quite there. I got our bags out of the back and followed her
in.

	I stood with her as she checked us in. I heard her cancel my room
and I knew I'd be staying with her; somehow that felt very natural. I was a
little surprised the thought didn't thrill me.

	The gal behind the desk handed her our room keys, calling her
"Doctor." She told us to enjoy our stay.

	Chris said "Oh, we will." and headed to the elevator, me following
along with our bags.

	We had a good sized room, a suite with a sitting area and a
separate bedroom. Chris told me where to put our bags and suggested I
freshen up. I slipped off my shoes and went to the bathroom. After sitting
on the can for a bit, I washed my face and hands; the cold water felt good
on my face but still didn't cut through the fog; I wasn't sure I wanted to
cut through it, it was nice.

	When I returned to the bedroom, Chris was standing beside the bed,
her blouse hanging outside her slacks, her shoes off.

	As I watched, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and took it off,
then removed her bra. She sprayed on some perfume and spread it over her
breasts and up her neck, watching me all the time.

	The scent reached me and I almost fell over. I wanted her. I needed
her. I needed to fill my soul with her scent, her taste, her touch.

	I reached for her as she sat down on the edge of the bed. I pushed
her over and kissed her passionately, inhaling more of that delicious
perfume. With each breath I wanted her more. My hands ran across her body,
feeling her warm, full breasts and squeezing her waist. Her hands went
across my back, feeling the muscles and squeezing my shoulders.

	Then a hand went to the back of my neck again and that tingle ran
through me and I collapsed. She rolled me on to my back; I lay there dizzy
and gasping. I was so hungry for her, especially for her breasts, they
looked so soft and delicious.

	She helped me take off my shirt; it was hard for me to move. Then
she leaned over me, her breasts inches away. I could feel her warmth. I
took a deep breath through my nose, filling my soul with her perfume.

	She sat up and I whimpered; I needed her so. She smiled and
chuckled a bit. Then she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. As she
exhaled slowly, I watched as a flush extended across her neck, chest, and
breasts, and her nipples crinkled erect. After another deep breath her
nipples tightened more, and goose bumps ran down her arms. She opened her
eyes and looked at me.

	She didn't look at me, she looked into me with pure lust. She gave
me a feral, animal smile and leaned over me once more, sliding a hand
behind my head and pulling me to a breast.

	I thought I was going to come when her nipple touched my lips. I
don't think I've ever tasted anything so warm, delicious, and satisfying.
With my mouth full, I had to breathe through my nose, filling me even more
with her perfume.

	I wanted so much to hold her, to squeeze her, but it was so hard to
move. I finally struggled my arms up around her waist; she squeezed me to
her and moved my head back and forth.

	Then she sat up, breaking my grip so easily. I know I looked at her
with hungry eyes. She laughed, then leaned down and kissed me, tongues
dancing together.

	She sat up again; I was almost in tears I needed her so. She smiled
at me and said "Don't worry, I'll be right back."

	Then she leaned over me, my head between her perfumed breasts, and
squeezed the back of my head and neck again. I took a deep breath, so dizzy
again as my eyes closed. I heard her happy laughter; she said something to
me, then I felt her get off the bed.

	I lay there delirious, unable to move or even open my eyes, and I
couldn't care less, my mind so fogged by her perfume and the memory of her
touch.

I felt hands tugging at my pants, pulling them and my underwear off. Then I
felt her breasts sliding up my legs. I gasped when I felt her tongue slide
up my cock. I gasped again and moaned as I felt her breasts slid against me
and into me; she just laughed softly.

	Then she sprang up and my mouth was filled with hers as she lay on
top of me. It was so satisfying to feel her weight on top of me.

	I struggled again to get my hands around her waist. "Don't worry
darling." she told me.

	Then she opened her legs, slid up, and then slid down again, taking
me into her, so wet, so warm, so tight. My head arched back as I moaned.

	She said "Look at me, darling." and I opened my eyes.

	She sat up on me. I tried to reach for her breasts, but my arms
were so heavy I could barely move them. She took my hands in hers, laughing
softly, and put my hands on her waist. "Hold me, darling." she said, and
now I held her waist and couldn't let go.

	She closed her eyes once again and started breathing deeply as she
rocked on top of me. After a few minutes she started moaning, and moved
slower. Her moaning increased as she ground into me. She gave a jerk and
started moving quickly; I could feel her spasm around me as she came. I was
so hard inside her, it felt so incredible. Then her rhythm slowed, and
after a bit she opened her eyes, a wonderful smile and glow on her face.

	She put her hands on my shoulders, lowering down a bit, and
commanded "Look at me, look into my eyes."

	My eyes locked on hers as she started moving again, such incredible
sensations. She leaned farther forward, putting my head between her
breasts, "Deep breath, darling." she told me.

	I took a deep breath and moaned as my head spun. "Again, darling."
she said as she gave me a nipple. I couldn't believe how intense, how good
it felt, and still I hadn't come.

	She started teasing me, sliding her breasts across my face as she
moved on top of me, telling me to breath deeply.

	I was so dizzy, moaning, helpless underneath her. She moved a bit
and my eyes locked on hers again.

	"Good, darling," she said, "feel it. Enjoy it."

	I moaned as I looked deep into her green eyes.

	"One more deep breath darling, and hold it." she said. I took a
breath and she mover her hands to the back of my neck. She squeezed and
said "Now, darling. Come for me now."

	I convulsed into her as I exhaled, the world spinning as I looked
into her eyes.

	She smiled, looking into me, rocking back and forth gently. "Good,
darling, very good."

	Then she lowered a breast to me. She didn't have to tell me; I took
a deep breath as I sucked on her.

	"Good, darling." she told me softly. "Relax for me and go to sleep.
Relax and sleep, darling."

	The world drifted off in a blur.

	I awoke to a beautiful woman asleep beside me. I peeked at the
clock by the bedside; I'd been asleep for about half an hour -it felt like
much longer.

	She looked so delicious laying there on her side facing me, chest
slowly rising and falling. I moved closer and slid an arm underneath her.
As I did, she rolled to her back. I took the breast before me, kissing it
with reverence before sucking gently. She moved her hands to hold me. Her
perfume had faded somewhat, but was still delicious.

	As I sucked, I felt her nipple tighten in my mouth; she moaned
softly. I slid my free hand down her stomach to her curly thatch. I let my
fingers explore, dislodging the small towel between her legs. My fingers
explored her warmth and wetness, searching gently for her pleasure button.
When they found it , they circled coyly, teasing. She moaned a bit more and
spread her legs a little. My fingers teased more; her hips started rocking.
I took my timing from her, matching my sucking and teasing to her pace as
she moaned softly.

After a couple minutes she quivered and gasped out "Oh my God!" Her hips
bucked underneath my hand as she squeezed my head to her.

	She moved a hand to my hard cock. I moaned with her touch as she
stroked, then pulled me to her. "I need you inside me." she panted.

I moved on top of her and entered her quickly. We both gasped as we slid
together. She wrapped her legs around mine and put her hands on my back,
holding my shoulders.

	I put my hands under her shoulders, pulling her to me as I slid in
and out. I kissed her neck as she tossed her head back and forth, chanting
"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes."

	Her tone grew more insistent as we rocked together. She moved her
hands to the back of my neck and squeezed gently; I moaned as the electric
tingle shot through me.

	Her chant changed to "Oh yes, Tom. Oh yes, Tom. So soon now, so
soon now."

	We were moving faster now, my body no longer responding to my will,
but to the urges of her body, and to her voice. I felt her tense beneath
and around me, and she said "Now, Tom. Oh, now please Tom. Now, please."

	I was delirious and dizzy again, lost in her arms as I pumped into
her as she spasmed around me.

	I lay on top of her, nuzzling her neck, feeling the light sweat of
our bodies and our hearts beating. She moved my head back and forth, now
chanting "Thank you, thank you, oh thank you."

	We lay together for a while, then rolled apart.

	As I lay on my back, the world returning, she sat up next to me and
put a hand on my chest.

	"Thank you." she told me.

	I sighed. "No, thank you. You are incredible. I don't know what you
did to me."

	"Would you like an explanation?" she asked with a smile.

	"Not right now." I said.

	"Will you forgive me?" she asked, seriousness and emotion suddenly
in her voice.

	I took her hand and kissed her fingers. "On one condition."

	"What's that?"

	"You need to promiseŠ" I said as I kissed her fingers.

	"Promise what?"

	"You'll do it again, and again, and again."

	She laughed and shook her head, her beautiful hair cascading around
her shoulders. She leaned forward and kissed my forehead. We were both
covered with fine sweat.

	"We have time for a shower if you're interested." I told her.

	"Good idea." she said. She slapped my stomach as she hopped off the
bed laughing.

	I jumped up after her, a little wobbly, and caught her in the
bathroom doorway. I grabbed her around the waist and held her tight. I let
her turn in my arms to face me, then kissed her passionately. I still
hadn't had my fill of her.

	And then I felt that hand at the back of my head again, and the
world spun and my knees buckled. She held me up as I struggled to hold on
to her. I moaned; I was falling fast. Then she said "Stand up darling, wide
awake now."

	I felt my strength return as she helped me up. "That's not fair." I
told her. "Wonderful, but not fair."

	"You are incredible." she told me as she kissed me on the nose.

	I dug out my shower stuff and we showered together. We both enjoyed
the process, working up a good lather, especially between our legs. We
toweled off afterwards. I shaved and brushed my hair as Chris used the hair
dryer on hers. As she finished with her hair I started to get dressed, but
then had a better idea.

	As she put the hair dryer down I picked her up, one arm under her
legs and one under her arms.

	"What?" she started to ask.

	"Quiet. No tricks now." I told her.

	She gave me a wide eyed pout, but quieted down and put her arms
around me as I carried her back to the bed and deposited her on her back.
She covered her breasts with her hands in false modesty.

	I went to the foot of the bed and spread her legs. I lay down on
the bed and started kissing my way up her legs. As I got to her inner
thighs, I put her legs over my shoulders.

	She moaned in appreciation and crossed her ankles on my back; I
wasn't going to get away. She smelled and tasted like more. I was slow and
gentle in my adoration. I continued my adoration through muffled moans,
getting tossed back and forth by her thighs and gyrating hips. After a
while she gave a head to toe shiver and lay still, legs going limp.

	With her legs no longer holding me tight, I moved up and kissed her
mound. I got up and went to the bathroom. I took one of the terrycloth
bathrobes and covered her. She was breathing softly, slowly, with a relaxed
smile on her face, eyes closed. I washed my face again, then got dressed.

	I repacked my small bag for the business day ahead. I still had a
whole day ahead of me! I laughed at the thought; so much had happened
already.

	I was ready to go; it was around ten thirty. I went over to the bed
and got down on my knees beside it. I leaned over and kissed Chris on the
forehead. She took a deep breath and her eyes fluttered open.

	"Hello, beautiful. It's ten thirty, and I'm off to the salt mines
for the day. I should be back between five and five thirty. Okay?"

	She smiled up at me. "That sounds fine. Don't make plans for the
evening."

	"Just with you." I told her.

	"Good." she said. She closed her eyes and pursed her lips. I leaned
over and kissed her, holding her shoulders.

	Then those hands squeezed the back of my neck, sending me to that
peaceful floating world. I collapsed on top of her, unable to move.

	"Have a good day, Tom, you are incredible."

	She held me for a while; listening to her heart beat was so relaxing.

	Then she said "Wake up, darling, awake, refreshed, and alert again."

	My lights came back on; amazing. I kissed her on the forehead again
and stood up, slowly. She smiled at me, stretching now. I picked up my bag
and headed downstairs.

	I walked across the gravel strip between the hotel and the office,
listening to the crunch crunch crunch under my shoes. I stopped suddenly
and laughed, amazed at what had happened in the last ten hours. What would
have happened, how different my world would be if the geek sitting next to
me had been reading a cheesy novel instead of the Pulver report?

	I went into our building and up to the conference room. I grabbed a
seat close to power and network connections and set up my laptop. I sent
email to Terry, letting him know I wasn't pleased discovering I had a dead
battery. I left it at that, not telling him I might buy him a beer because
of it.

	I puttered through things until food and more people started
showing up at around eleven twenty.

	Donna, the head of the research team, and our host for the meeting
arrived shortly afterwards.

	"How was your flight?" she asked me.

	"The usual red eye." I lied with a smile.

	"It looks like you had time to freshen up a little at least."

	"Yes, that was nice." I told her. Nice, it was unbelievable,
literally - I wasn't sure if I believed what had happened. I should have
checked the hotel meeting board to see what Chris was attending - I had my
suspicions.

	"Well, we'll finish up a little after five, so you should be able
to get to bed early." Donna told me.

	"Thanks - I'm looking forward to bed." I didn't know how much sleep
I'd get, but I was looking forward to bed. I laughed and Donna laughed
along with me.

	"I'm glad you could make it." she told me. "I know how bad those
flights can be."

	I nodded my head. "I still can't believe last night."

	The presentations after lunch were mostly what I consider marketing
hype - and I'd seen it before. I was here for the hard core technical
material tomorrow and the next day.

	My mind kept wandering back to last night, trying to figure out
just what happened.

	It was about two in the afternoon, half an hour before a scheduled
break. I was getting stiff from sitting, kind of restless. As an
experiment, I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and imagined Chris saying
"Relax, darling." as I exhaled. It worked; I felt the tension and tightness
melt away. I did it again, feeling the relaxation spread through my legs.
Then I made my mistake. On my next deep breath my mind drifted back to that
incredible sensation of Chris gently squeezing the back of my head and
neck. Once again that tingle shot through me and I went dizzy and limp.

	That incredible floating sensation was interrupted by my head
hitting the table with a bang. I opened my eyes, seeing stars. Wow, that
works well, a little too well. What's the magic phrase? I remembered her
voice saying "Wake up darling, refreshed and alert again."

	As I was doing that and feeling my strength return I felt a hand on
my shoulder. The room was quiet and the focus was on me. I raised my head
to see Donna crouching beside me. "You okay? she asked, concern in her
voice."

	"Yes, sorry about that." I told her.

	Donna stood up and said "Why don't we take our break now." Murmurs
of agreement and some laughter came from the crowd.

	I stood up and shook myself a little, sheepish grin on my face. I
wasn't really embarrassed - wow, if I could do that whenever I wanted to,
it would be great.

	I walked over to our presenter. "Sorry about that, Larry - nothing
personal." I said as I shook his hand. "Side effects of the red eye."

	He laughed. "Yeah, marketing b.s. will do it to you every time."

	I walked around a bit; actually I felt quite good. Those few
moments - before my head hit the table - had been very refreshing.

	When we started up again Donna came over to me and said "Tom, you
don't have to stick around for this stuff. Take off early if you want."

	"Thanks, Donna." I told her. "I'll stick it out as long as I can."

	She put a hand on my shoulder. "You're a real trooper - but do me a
favor and get to bed early this evening."

	I laughed. "I really hope to."

	I actually made good use of the next couple hours. Not that I did
the work I'd planned to do on the plane; I did some fishing on the Web, and
confirmed my suspicions. I wished I'd caught Chris' last name - I might
have found something on her.

	Doing a search on some of the key words and phrases that stuck in
my mind led me to a pile of hits on one subject: hypnosis.

	In that first half hour I picked up the rudimentary framework of
hypnosis and NLP. The next while took me to more detailed references. I'd
reached some initial conclusions by the time I stepped out to visit the
little boy's room.

	First, Chris was a good hypnotist. Second, I was probably a very
good subject, even though I'd never been hypnotized before. I certainly had
a number of the characteristics that most references mentioned, such as a
good imagination, ability to visualize, concentration, and the ability to
suspend belief. You're not successful in the computer business unless you
can fantasize and suspend judgment.

	Third, most references said all hypnosis is self hypnosis. That
made sense to me. I was doing this to myself. It also impressed me; I'd
never really thought about the power of the mind in that way.

	Fourth, it was a skill that improved with use. That thing Chris did
to me when she grabbed my head and neck - I had to be careful how I thought
of it - got stronger every time. Just thinking of it I knew it was a
feeling I enjoyed enormously and wanted again. Every time Chris did this to
me, I'd go under easier, and go deeper.

	This was both scary and at the same time thrilling. While some part
of me was still in control, part of me was giving up control to her - and
loving it. I loved what she had done to me, controlling my body. Or was it
me controlling my body? It had been so intense. I'd lasted longer before
coming than I'd ever thought possible. And when I did come, it had been
incredible.

	Did I feel safe giving that kind of control to her? Should I trust
the kind of person that would meet someone on a plane and hijack them body
and soul, taking them for a joyride?

	Still, one of the things she'd asked me this morning was if I would
forgive her. Thinking about our conversation on the plane before we took
off, I could see she had been fishing for information - that question about
my family missing me for example.

	I couldn't remember a lot of what had happened, a lot of what she'd
said to me. Was that the result of a deliberate suggestion, possible from
what I'd read, or just a result of a deep trance, also possible?

	Remember - that gave me an idea. I closed my eyes and took a deep
breath. As I exhaled, I imagined her voice saying to me "Relax, relax and
remember. Relax and remember." Things started coming back to me as I sat
there breathing in and out. Each breath seemed to bring back chunks of
memory. I felt my arms starting to go limp. I imagined her voice saying now
"Wake up darling, wake up and remember, refreshed and alert."

	I opened my eyes again. I thought about what I'd remembered. After
she'd first hypnotized me on the plane, she helped me to relax and sleep on
planes. In fact, she'd given me suggestions to help me relax whenever I
wanted or needed to; suggestions I'd used already. She'd helped me deal
with stress and difficult situations. Only after doing that, and
reinforcing those suggestions, did things slowly turn.

	I could close my eyes and hear her voice. I laughed to myself; my
memory was so clear, her voice in my right ear, the noise of the plane in
my left. "Tom" she'd said, "do you find me attractive?" I remember telling
her I thought she was beautiful and I was glad I'd be able to drive her to
Nashua.

	She'd asked me a lot of questions. That had gotten into my ex-wife
and our nasty divorce. I remember her helping me identify and let go of the
anger and the pain; so deep I didn't know I still held on to it. It fit
what I'd read about reframing. No wonder I felt like a great weight had
been taken off me. Then she'd asked me a lot of medical questions -she was
being cautious herself.

	Then she'd had me go pee again. When I got back, she took me
deeper, and started giving me the suggestions she'd used in our lovemaking
this morning.

	As I was reliving these, I thought for a moment and stopped,
opening my eyes. I trusted her. I knew our first lovemaking was
choreographed and controlled by her. But our second wasn't, at least until
she took control of me and brought me to that incredible orgasm. And she
certainly hadn't suggested I grab her after the shower and go down on her.
That had been me, my initiative. Maybe I should have paid more attention to
the arguments around "free will" in my college philosophy class.

	I was looking forward to the next few days with her. I didn't know
what surprises were in store for me, and I didn't want to know. Maybe I was
being stupid - maybe I should cut and run. I didn't think so.

	I closed my eyes again and took that deep breath. I imagined her
voice again, it was funny how I imagined it in my right ear. I imagined her
saying "You don't have to remember now, you'll never forget what I've told
you. You can remember it whenever you want. You don't have to remember it
now."

	I opened my eyes again; the world was softer, gentler. I looked at
the clock; twenty to five. I shut down the computer and packed my things.
We started tomorrow at nine; I waved to Donna and cut out.

	I went to the car and got back on the expressway. I knew there was
a florist at the shopping center one exit south. I got a dozen roses and
headed back to the hotel.

	When I went in, I remembered to check the meeting schedule. There
it was - I learned her last name, but little else. She was meeting with the
"FY Group.

	I went up to "our" room. I put the roses on the table and had just
plugged in the computer to recharge the other battery when I heard the door
open.

	"Good evening, Doctor Christine." I said to her.

	She looked a little surprised. She let the door close and stepped
into the room. She saw the roses, and turned back to me.

	"They're for you. Thank you so much." I told her.

	She still looked shocked. "After what I did?"

	I laughed and went over to her. I took her by the hand and led her
to the couch where we both sat down.

	"What you did," I told her, "was to help me very much. You worked
very hard last night. Not only did you help me to relax and sleep, you've
given me some very useful tools, and helped me get over some very painful
memories that I'd buried very deep. I can't thank you enough."

	"And the rest?" she asked, looking at me intently.

	I chuckled and closed my eyes. I pulled her right hand up, putting
it on the back of my neck as I bent my head forward, signaling my surrender
to her. All she had to do was squeeze and I'd collapse into a deep trance.
I was almost there already.

	I felt her hand pull away, then slowly lift my chin. I opened my
eyes to see her, eyes closed, approaching me with pursed lips. I closed my
eyes and we kissed.

	When we stopped, she sat there shaking her head slowly from side to
side. "You are incredible. How much do you remember? What did you figure
out? How? You came back anyway."

	It was my turn; I shook my head. I slipped off the couch and down
on to my knees. I moved between her legs and kissed her mound through her
skirt. She squeezed me gently with her legs.

	"Yes, I came back, on my own." I told her most of what I'd thought
through and learned in the last few hours, my head resting on her thighs.

	When I finished and looked up at her, she looked at me and said
"Very impressive. You've gotten it pretty much spot on. And where your
interpretations differ from mine, I like some of yours better. I thought I
was picking a winner last night."

	"Fate," I said, "there is no free will."

	She tossed her head back and laughed. "Don't get me started on
that, Doctor Tom. You certainly showed plenty of free will this morning. I
got more than I bargained for."

	"And I hope you enjoyed it." I said, kissing her again and
squeezing her legs around me.

	She let out a long sigh. "My God, Tom, it was incredible. I thought
I'd dreamed up a good fantasy, but it was only the start."

	I smiled up at her and squeezed her waist with my hands. "I hope it
was only the start."

	She tousled my hair. "It was, darling, oh it was."

	She started to get up; I held on to her, holding her down.

	"But first, I've simply got to go to the bathroom. And, I'm
expecting guests in a few minutes."

	We stood up and she headed to the bathroom after a quick hug.

	As I was checking out our well stocked bar, there was a knock at
the door.

	I opened the door to find two women standing there. One was tall
and slender, mid to late forties, with short hair and stern demeanor. The
other, early thirties, was half a head shorter, plump and bubbly looking
with red hair.

	"Welcome, ladies," I said, "Please come in. Christine will be with
us in a few minutes."

	They came in and I closed the door.

	"You must be Tom. I'm Vivian." said the redhead as she extended a
hand. I shook her hand, she was bubbly, energetic, and her voice fit her
well.

	The other woman was Doctor Angela Richards. I could hear the
capitalization in her voice. Was she overly reserved, or just being highly
analytical? Too early to tell.

	As we were standing there chatting, Vivian pulled out a little
silver sprayer and put something on her wrist. "Tell me, Tom, what do you
think of this?" she asked, holding her wrist in front of me to sample. I
took a sniff; I recognized the fragrance as the one Chris wore this morning.

	"I recognize it. It brings back pleasant memories." I told her with
a smile.

	Chris walked up and slapped Vivian's hand away. "He hasn't been
introduced to the product yet, and shame on you."

	Vivian chuckled. The product? I was confused; more loose ends. I
gave Chris a questioning look.

	"I'll explain later; I promise. Would you mind driving?"

	I put an arm around her waist. "Where are we going?"

	"To dinner." She handed me directions to a place about half an hour
away, depending on traffic.

	The four of us went down to the car, Chris and I in front, Vivian
and Angela in the back. As we started out, Angela asked "How was the
wedding, dear?"

	My ears perked up. Wedding?

	Chris laughed. "It was priceless. I should have brought the video;
you'd love it. She did so well. The look on the groom's face was priceless,
the poor boy. And what's even better, I've gotten some follow on business
as a result, and the use of a cabin in the California Gold Country whenever
I want."

	She put a hand on my arm. "In fact, I've got someone I'd very much
like to take there for a long weekend."

	I sighed, keeping my eyes on the road and traffic. "That would be
great. How about this weekend? Monday is a holiday." I said, pushing the
issue.

	She squeezed my arm. "MmmmŠ That just might work."

	"Where is it?" I asked. "I don't know much about that region."

	She said "It's about an hour outside Angels Camp, about three hours
from the bay area."

	I could easily blow off Friday, and even Tuesday morning; I had
some brownie points I could use.

	"We could leave Friday, how's that?"

	I looked over to see her concentrating. "That would work. I could
pick you up, return the favor of you driving us here."

	"I don't mind driving. It's no problem, especially with you."

	That got a chuckle from Vivian in the back seat.

	We arrived at the restaurant right on schedule. We were shown to a
private dining room. As I was seating the ladies, a woman came in and went
up to Chris.

	"Christine, how delightful to see you again. I'm so glad you could
come this evening." They hugged.

	"Elizabeth, you look great. How are you doing?" Chris asked.

	Elizabeth sighed. "It's made all the difference in the world. We're
so happy; he's so happy and content. It's like we're both twenty again. You
knowŠ"

	Chris interrupted. "Let me introduce you. This is Doctor Angela
Richards, and Doctor Vivian Miller. They will be taking over the program in
this area. And this is my dear friend, Doctor Tom Cheng."

	Elizabeth shook our hands. I didn't remember telling Chris I had a
Ph.D. Oh well.

	When Elizabeth shook my hand she said to Chris "I was wondering
when you'd change your ideas and bring some men into the organization. It
could work both ways, you know."

	The three ladies laughed. More loose ends for my mind to play with.

	Then Elizabeth folded her hands and said "I have a very special
meal planned for you, but I'd better go see to it. Angela, Vivian, I look
forward to talking to you." She turned to me. "Tom, you are a very lucky
man." She waved and walked out.

	We had a tremendous meal and a somewhat strange conversation. The
three ladies were obviously talking over my head, trying not to let on too
much. I was catching and recognizing phrases though. I was also forming a
hypothesis about what the "business" might be.

	Finally Angela ended one sentence with the phrase "compared to
Eriksonian techniques." I dived in, asking questions about the
underpinnings of Milton Erikson's work as compared to others in the field.
It was very interesting. Vivian was animated and expressive where Angela
was insightful, often restating and answering my unasked underlying
question, and leading me with questions of her own.

	My memory has always been good, but tonight it was in high form; I
could practically read the words on the screen from when I'd seen them
earlier in the day, looking for information.

	After a while, I noticed Chris had been silent. "Chris." I asked,
"Why so quiet?"

	She gave me a puzzled look and shook her head. "Just surprised by
the conversationŠ"

	Vivian interrupted with "I thought you said he was 'blissfully
ignorant' of the field."

	"But I am." I told her. "I don't understand how these different
schemes could possibly fit together, describe the same thing; there's too
much inconsistency; hardly sound enough to call theories."

	Vivian chuckled. Angela smiled at me; one of the few times I'd seen
her smile that evening. Angela said "Tom, you have not only an
understanding, but also a feel for the area, something that some of my own
students lack."

	"Thank you, Doctor Richards," I told her, "but it's entirely the
view of a nonspecialist and on very limited research."

	Angela tilted her head to one side "And just what is you
educational background, Doctor Cheng?"

	OohŠ "Doctor Cheng." I chuckled a bit. "My undergrad degrees are in
electrical engineering and physics from Cornell. My graduate degrees are in
double E and music from Stanford; masters in music, Ph.D. in engineering."

	Vivian shook her head. "We need to bring more people in from
outside the field. Some of your questions are very insightful."

	I squeezed Chris' hand. "I've had an incredible introduction. It
seems to be a fascinating field."

Chris smiled and shook her head, not saying anything. We headed back to the
hotel shortly after that. We had a brief argument with Elizabeth about the
lack of a bill for our meal. She kept saying she owed Chris so much. I
insisted that may be true, but it was a rotten way to run a business. I
left a generous tip in cash.

	Back at our room in the hotel, I prepared after dinner drinks for
the ladies. As I sat down next to Chris I turned to Angela. "Doctor
Richards, you seem most pensive again."

	She looked at Chris and me, head tilting a little, face somewhere
between a wry smile and a frown. "Yes. Christine dear, after the
conversation we had at dinner this evening, I'm wondering if this isn't all
a bit of a charade put on for our benefit."

	Chris looked shocked. I looked at Angela, then at my watch, and
then spoke to Angela.

	"Doctor Richards, twenty hours ago I had never met Chris. I knew
nothing of Milton Erikson, or of the ideas we discussed. I would have
dismissed the whole area as a wishful farce. Now I owe Chris so much for
what she has shown me, and what she has done for me, in this very short
time."

	I looked from Chris to Angela to Vivian. Even Vivian had a doubtful
look on her face.

	I put my glass down on the table and turned again to face Chris.
"Perhaps a demonstration is in order." I put my hands in my lap and closed
my eyes. I started breathing slowly, deeply, waiting, tilting my head
forward a bit.

	I felt her fingers slide along the sides of my head. I moaned; it
was so delicious. The world was spinning even before I felt her squeeze me
gently, sending me into that wondrous floating void.

	I opened my eyes to her saying "Awake now." I was on my back on the
bed, naked. She was sitting naked next to me.

	"Did we make believers out of them?" I asked.

	"You did, darling, you did." Chris said, putting a hand on my shoulder.

	I sighed. "I don't remember it at all."

	"Would you like to?"

	"Not now, unless you think it's important."

	"No, as you said, you can always remember it later."

	I chuckled; I didn't remember telling her about that. "I'm sorry if
I caused you difficulty. I was curious, I still am. It's a professional
trait."

	She smiled down at me. "I can't believe how lucky I am to have
caught you."

	I just pulled her down to me. I took her breast and inhaled deeply,
enjoying her perfume once again.

	And I snorted, jerking back, suddenly surprised. I knew what I
would do if I smelled that perfume on anyone but Chris.

	Chris pulled back a little as well. "What's the matter, darling?"

	I looked at her, puzzled. "Why am I supposed to slap anyone but you
that offers me that perfume? Why did you get upset with Vivian earlier?
What's the FY Group?"

	She propped herself up on her arms and sighed. "The slapping is for
you own protection. I can explain everything to you now, but I'd much
rather wait until Sunday afternoon, when you'll be able to understand it
much better. Which do you want?"

	I was curious, extremely curious. I smiled at her. "I trust you,
soft, warm, delicious Christine. I will wait as long as you want."

	She gave me a soft smile. "And what do you want now?" she asked in
a sultry voice.

	I held her gently. "I want to please you. I want to give myself to
you, have the rest of the world to go away and be lost in a cloud making
passionate love with you."

	"Good." she said, lowering herself on to me once more, sliding her
hands in back of my head and neck as I eagerly accepted her nipple. I lost
myself in her, that delicious warmth and softness. Then that tingle filled
me again as she squeezed me, and her voice spoke from a distance to my body
and my soul.

	I was lost in her, so passionate and hungry. Every touch, every
taste, every smell, every sensation was so vivid, yet lost in a fog that
was only her. We made love, touching, squeezing, caressing, moaning to each
other. We took each other to the heights, again and again. And then we
slept.

	I awoke to a warm breast in my mouth and Chris saying "Time to wake
up."

	I kept my eyes closed and squeezed her to me, my arms around her
waist, then my hands by her shoulders, feeling her. She moved a hand
between my legs, and I rolled her to her back and moved on top and into
her. We slid together so easily, we fit together so well. I pushed myself
up on my arms as she wrapped her legs around me. I pressed into her deeply,
and watched as she arched her head back, closed her eyes, and took a deep
breath.

	I smiled; I guessed; I spoke. "Feel me, Christine, feel me and let
me take you deeper" I said as I moved in and out of her. She moaned as I
spoke; goose bumps raced across her arms. "Yes, let go, feel me take you
deeper and deeper, so good." Her head was back, and she moaned as she held
my waist. "Deeper and deeper now, let go and feel it build, deeper and
deeper. Your body is on fire; feel how much I want you, feel it build, let
go and let the feeling take you deeper and deeper."

	I remembered her moaning from last night and the morning before;
this was stronger, more animal, from a very deep place inside her.

	"Oh, I want you." I whispered to her. "Feel me taking you deeper
and deeper, your whole body is on fire now, so close now, so very close."

	Her head was thrashing back and forth, her breathing rapid. As I
spoke, it was almost as if I was hearing her voice as well. Was this what
she had said to me? I was very close as well. I lowered myself down; when
my chest touched hers, a shock went through both of us.

	"Open your eyes, darling, look at me." I panted. Her eyes sprung
open. "Hold me darling, please." I pleaded. Her hands sprung to my head and
squeezed me. "Come for me, darling, now please, now please." Our eyes
locked together and she squeezed me as I spoke. We both moaned. I felt her
spasm around me as I came deep inside her. The only thing in the world was
her. My arms gave way and I slipped down to her lips, kissing, our union
complete.

	We lay together until the alarm clock went off again. I pushed
myself up and whacked it, almost falling over in the process. As I slid out
of her I looked over the bed for a towel. The bed was a mess; we'd had a
very good time it seemed. I found the towel, and placed it between her
legs, kissing her navel. I sat up beside her,

	"Good morning, darling." I said to her, brushing the hair out of
her eyes. She looked as if she as on the verge of crying.

	"How did you know?" she asked, tears on her cheeks.

	I brushed one tear away and kissed away the other. "I didn't. I
guessed. Did I do well?"

	She smiled as she sat up; she hugged me. After we kissed again she
said "Angela was right; you have an instinctive grasp."

	I squeezed her to me. "Like this?" I asked, enjoying squeezing the
breath out of her.

	She moaned and held me close. "Oh yes, like that." she said, and
laughed softly.

	We stood up by the bed. "Looks like we had quite a good time." I
told her, arm around her waist.

	"Oh, we did, but this morning was better." We kissed again.

	She reached over and whacked the clock as it went off again, then
turned it off. "We have time for a quick shower with no funny business
before breakfast gets here." She poked me for emphasis while saying "no
funny business."

	I pouted, sticking out my bottom lip. "That's no fun. You shower
first, then I'll go."

	"Not on your life." she said, pulling me into the bathroom with her.

	We showered together with only a bit of fooling around. I was just
starting to shave and she was still drying her hair when there was a knock
on the door. I grabbed a robe and said "I'll get it." I kissed her on the
shoulder and felt a delicious breast. "Good." she said, patting my bottom
as I left.

	I let the room service gal in with the breakfast. She set the
covered trays on the table. I was glad we had a separate bedroom; this room
was presentable. The bedroom looked like the remnants of one hell of a good
time. I gave her a good tip and a smile as she left. She looked a little
plump, but still might be fun.

	I was shaking my head at that thought when Chris walked up behind
me wearing the other robe.

	"What's the matter?" she asked, putting an arm around me.

	"You've turned me into a sex maniac. I was thinking how nice it
would be to jump the room service gal."

	She chuckled and kissed me on the nose. "You're mine and I'll fight
to keep you."

	I kissed her nose. "Good." I told her. I helped with her chair and
then sat down. We took the covers off our plates. I sighed as I switched
them.

	"Something wrong with breakfast?" Chris asked.

	"No, it's my favorite. I guess I should get just get used to not
remembering some things."

	She looked hurt.

	I held her hand. "It's wonderful. Thank you. I love it; it's
fascinating and thrilling. Don't stop."

	She smiled again. I poured her coffee and we ate our breakfast.

	In the bathroom a while later I finished shaving. I called out to
her. "Christine, darling, please come here; I have a question for you."

	She came into the bathroom, a cup of coffee in her hand. "What is it?"

	I held out the container of skin conditioner. "Why am I now using a
skin conditioner after I shave, which I have never done before, and why oh
why am I putting it on my stomach as well? Or do I really want to know?"

	She laughed. "Do you like it?'

	I'd smelled it as I put it on. It did feel nice, and it felt good,
giving me a sort of glow after the initial stinging. "Yes, I think I do. It
does feel good, and smell good, but why the stomach?"

	She came over to me and gave me a brief kiss. "I think it smells
sexy on you. The rest you'll find out later. Will you trust me?"

	I shook my head from side to side. "Yes, I trust you, But do you
want me to puzzle this out, because that's what will happen." It was the
truth; my mind was already trying to figure it out.

	She smiled and put down her coffee cup. She took me by the hand and
led me back to our torn up bed. I sat down and she pushed me over. She
leaned over me, slipping her hands around my head and neck again as I took
a nipple in my mouth, As I took that deep breath, she squeezed me gently
and I felt that incredible tingle as the world whirled away. She told me
"Relax, darling. Don't worry about the skin lotion. There is nothing you
have to figure out about it. You're doing it because you know I like it,
and I want you to. You don't have to think about it or worry about it at
all. Just relax and enjoy. You need to focus on your work today."

	What a wonderful place, lost in her arms. After speaking to me for
a while longer she said "Wake up darling, refreshed and alert again." I
opened my eyes; she looked at me as she sat up.

	"That is so incredible." I told her with a sigh.

	"I know." she smiled. "But we both have work to do.

	"Dinner tonight?" I asked.

	"She shook her head sadly. "No, I won't be back until after ten."

	"Wake me when you get in, please." I asked her.

	"Of course." she said, and we kissed.

	A few minutes later I was crunching across the gravel again. I
stopped and laughed at about the same spot as yesterday. What in the world
had I gotten myself into? Not important, I told myself; today was going to
be fun.

	And I did have fun in the meeting. It seemed so easy to follow
things. The presentation just before lunch was a mess and was given by a
senior guy who should know better. I verbally splattered him all over the
room and enjoyed it, maybe too much. I was in rare form.

	After lunch, the rest of the afternoon went well; I tried to be
helpful. After the meeting I had a while to clean out email before I went
out for pizza with the group. I rode over with Donna; most of the gang was
already there when we arrived. We had a good dinner; I cornered a couple of
the engineers I'd been looking for. I got back to the hotel a little after
nine.

	It seemed vast and empty. I filled out the breakfast order card and
hung it on the door. I got my clothes out for the next day and got ready
for bed. For some reason I put on more skin lotion.

	I went to bed and flopped around for a while. Then I lay on my
back, took a deep breath, and relaxed. After a few deep breaths I imagined
her hands on my head, squeezing me, and felt that marvelous tingle again as
I drifted off to sleep.

	I awoke to her kiss in the dark. She kissed and felt me hungrily.
We rolled on the bed back and forth. I rolled her on to her back and pushed
into her. I sat up and put her legs on my shoulders and a pillow under her
bottom. I held on to her legs and pounded into her.

	She moaned and extended her arms. I let go of her legs and kissed
her. We kissed and she dug her nails into my back as I held her shoulders.
She moaned through our kisses, coming just before I did; we lay together
panting. I kissed the side of her head. "Thank you for waking me." I told
her. She held me close. "Thank you for being here; I need you tonight." We
fell asleep without another word.

	I awoke the next morning to the sound of someone knocking on the
door saying "Room Service."

	"Be right there." I hollered out. Shit - I hadn't set the damn
alarm. Chris mumbled and started sitting up. I hopped over her, kissing her
on the forehead. "I'll get it." I told her.

	I grabbed a robe from the bathroom and whacked my hair a couple
times with the brush to look somewhat presentable, then went to get the
door.

	It was a different gal than yesterday morning; she came in ,set up,
and left quickly. As I thanked her and closed the door behind her, I heard
the toilet flush. When I reached the bathroom door I was greeted by a
yawning Chris. She smiled and I put my arms around her, holding her warm
naked body close to me.

	"Good morning. Sorry about the alarm." I told her.

	"That's okay." she whispered in my ear, between kisses on my neck
and shoulder.

	She left the bathroom and I took my turn; I was upset. Not setting
the alarm put us behind schedule, at least if the schedule included
passionate lovemaking. I rejoined her in the other room; she had already
started in on breakfast.

	I sat down and started in as well. "Will you be ready to go at four
o'clock?" I asked. We were on a nonstop to San Francisco leaving around six
thirty.

	She nodded. "I'll check us out and be ready to go by a quarter
till. That should give us enough time to get to the airport. Give me your
plane ticket and I'll get us seats together."

	I smiled at her. "That would be great. I'm sorry about the alarm."

	She smiled and squeezed one of my hands. "It's okay, really. I
should have checked it. We've got plenty of time this morning."

	"Not for what I wanted." I grumbled.

	She laughed. "Don't worry. We have a very extended weekend to look
forward to. What time should I pick you up tomorrow?"

	"What time is good for you?" I asked. I was planning on blowing off
all of Friday, and Monday was a holiday.

	She looked up in thought for a moment. "I could be by at around
eleven, if you wanted to help me do grocery shopping for the weekend on the
way out."

	I know I smiled. "That sounds great. I don't have to be in early on
Tuesday, so we could drive back Tuesday morning if your schedule works out."

	She nodded. "I'd thought that's what we'd do. I don't have anything
until Wednesday, and we can avoid the traffic Monday night."

	I squeezed her hand. "Yes, by all means avoid the traffic."

	We both laughed. We finished breakfast and headed for the bathroom;
I was running tight on time. We showered together with barely the minimum
required fooling around. I brushed my teeth, then shaved while Chris dried
her hair. After shaving, I put some of the skin conditioner on my face, and
then took another dab and put it on my stomach.

	Chris picked up the bottle, put a big glob in her hand, and started
rubbing it into my stomach. "No, like this." she said, spreading a much
larger amount than I'd used over my skin. As she worked it in from just
above my short curlies to my ribs, my attention naturally perked up.

	"Ooh, do you like that?" she said, looking me in the eye. I started
to reply when she put her other hand on my hardened cock and started
sliding it up and down gently. She tickled my balls a little and I almost
lost it, my knees getting weak.

	"Well, I can't leave you like this all day." she said as she pulled
me back to bed by my convenient handle. She pushed me on my back on the
bed, and then straddled me, laying on top of me as we kissed. I put my arms
around her waist and she ran her hands up my arms, over my shoulders, to
the back of my head, and gave me that incredible squeeze as we kissed. I
moaned and felt my hands fall away from her as my arms went limp.

	Not all of me went limp. I was still very hard as she quickly took
me inside her. Then she started rocking back and forth on top of me as she
spoke to me softly, my eyes locked in hers. As she spoke I started
breathing deeply, dizzy and delirious. My mind couldn't follow what she was
saying, but my body did. She held my head still and slowly lowered her lips
to mine. She moved down so slowly I thought the world would end before our
lips touched; I didn't know how I could take it.

	When our lips touched my eyes closed and I had the most intense
orgasm I've had in my life. She held me and rocked me, whispering in my ear
as I lay there semiconscious.

	Then she sat up on me and said "Wide awake, darling. Refreshed and
alert again."

	I opened my eyes, but the world was still spinning. I put my hands
on her thighs and slid them up to her waist. She looked at me and smiled.
"Pretty good for a quickie, huh?"

	I gave her a giddy laugh. "My GodŠ" was the only thing I could say.

	She laughed, got up, and helped me up slowly. When I stood up I
hugged her, the world was still settling down. We went back into the
bathroom, and she leaned me up against a wall and cleaned me off with a
warm damp washcloth. By the time she'd dried me off, I was almost coherent
again. When she stood up, I held her head, kissed her, and then said "Thank
you."

	She smiled and said "You are very welcome. I enjoyed that too." She
kissed me on the top of the nose. "Now go get dressed and pack; I don't
want you late for your meeting"

	I got dressed and packed up my bags, leaving the small briefcase
one with my laptop out for the day. I sat down on the bed, still a bit
dazed. She came out of the bathroom a couple minutes later.

	She looked at me and shook her head. "Poor baby, was that too good
for you?"

	"NoŠ" I told her.

	She walked over to me and held me to her, my head beneath her
breasts. "Close your eyes, darling." she said to me as she rocked me back
and forth slowly. "Just close your eyes and relax."

	I let my eyes close and held her with my arms around her waist.
Without her saying a word, I felt myself returning to that calm floating
place.

	"Have a good day, darling." she told me. "There is no reason for
you to feel rushed or hurried. You are very special to me."

	She held me and rocked me for a while, then woke me up again. This
time I felt alert and my head was fairly clear. I turned my head and looked
up at her, smiling.

	She looked at me and said "That's better." She slipped out of my
grasp, stepping back. How I wanted to kiss those delicious nipples again,
just for a moment.

	She laughed softly. "You need to leave, right now. I'll see you
this afternoon, any time after three thirty. Have a good day, darling."

	And with that, she went back into the bathroom and closed the door.

	I got up, picked up my bag, dropped my plane ticket next to hers on
the table, and headed downstairs.

	Crunching through the gravel between the buildings again, I stopped
at my usual spot. No laughter this morning, only a sigh and a smile, and I
crunched on.

	Most of the gang were already in the conference room when I got
there. I sat in my usual spot.

	Donna came up to me and patted me on the back. "You look wiped out
this morning."

	I looked up at her and sighed; it was the only thing I could do.

	Donna laughed. "Don't worry, we'll have you out of here by three
thirty."

	The day went well. First I sent an email to my boss telling her I
wasn't going to be in until sometime on Tuesday, and that things here had
gone very well. The morning's presentations went well, and lunch was good.
After lunch I did my trip report while not listening too closely to more
marketing stuff. I got an email reply from my boss telling me that she
wasn't going to be in until Wednesday, and I was welcome to do the same.

	I got to the hotel lobby at around three thirty five. I saw Chris,
walked up to her, put my arms around her, and gave her a long, passionate
kiss. It wasn't until I heard some applause and cheering that I looked up
and noticed the eight or ten ladies standing around us. I smiled and gave
her another hug.

	Rather than introduce me, Chris said to the others. "We have to
go." She pointed me at the bags; I picked them up and she whisked me out
the door and to the car.

	When we got in the car, as I was about to start the engine she said
softly "Tom." I turned to her, and we kissed again. When we sat back in our
seats she said to me "You are very special to me."

	That sent shivers down my spine. "That is the best thing I've heard
in a long time." I told her.

	We sat there, just looking at each other for a while. Finally she
said "Is your head clear enough to drive?"

	I chuckled and started the car. "Yes, I feel great, thanks to you."

	We made pretty good time back to the airport and dropping off the
car. We made such good time that when we got to the terminal, I suggested
trying for a different flight leaving a bit earlier. Chris said "No, I'd
like to stay on the one we're on." I gave her a questioning look and she
said "Trust me." I laughed a bit, and kissed one of her hands.

	We took a leisurely walk to the gate. There was already a queue for
check in. As we stood in line, Chris reached into her bag and pulled out
the skin conditioner. She told me "Why don't you go to the bathroom and put
on some more of this, the same amount we did this morning."

	I took the bottle from her. "But I liked your help."

	She chuckled and said "Go!"

	I went to the nearest men's loo and found an unoccupied stall. One
of the rules of successful business travel is always go to the bathroom
when you have the chance. I glopped the stuff on my belly and then sat down
to do my business, giving it a chance to sink into the skin. After
finishing and zipping up my pants I went out and washed my hands, and put
some lotion on my face.

	When I walked back to the gate, Chris was sitting down smiling. I
sat next to her and put my head on her shoulder. "How are you feeling?" she
asked.

	"A little spaced out, but good." I told her. She put a hand on my
head, and I let my eyes close, just resting there on her shoulder.

	A few minutes later the cattle call for our flight started. Chris
said "Stand up, let's go."

	I started to protest as I stood up; it would probably be a while
before we got on. They said "First class passengers may board now." and
Chris tugged at my arm, saying "That's us."

	Nothing should surprise me any more, not after the last few days, I
thought as I followed her to the gate. We got on and sat down in the two
seats in row 3. I put our bags overhead and offered Chris the window seat.
She told me "No, you take it."

	I laughed and said "That's where we started, wasn't it?"

	She looked a little surprised and I gave her a quick hug and sat
down. She sat down next to me.

	"What's the occasion?" I asked.

	She held my hands and said "You are special. This trip has been
very special. We're celebrating."

	At that moment a stewardess walked up and asked "So would you like
some champagne to celebrate?"

	I said "Yes" and Chris said "No alcohol." The stew looked at us. I
looked at Chris and said "Yes, dear." I looked up at the stew and said
"I'll have 7-Up, please." Chris said "That will be fine for me as well."
The stew smiled and turned to the passengers on the other side of the aisle.

	I looked at Chris again. She said "No alcohol for you for another
day or so."

	I picked up her hand and kissed it. "Yes dear."

	It was very nice being able to sit and watch the rest of the cattle
board. I didn't want to think about what it had cost to get us these seats.

	Chris must have been reading my mind. "Tom" she said, "I called my
travel agent and had her work miracles. She got us upgraded."

	I relaxed a bit a smiled. "Thanks. I was concerned."

	She smiled at me. "But if she hadn't been able to clear it, I was
going to buy the tickets anyway. You are worth it."

	Our 7-Up arrived. "Here's to you, Doctor, and an incredible new
world." I offered as a toast.

	"Here's to our weekend" she said, and nudged my glass with hers.

FINI

"Night Flight" (One of the Forever Yours series of stories)
by artie@netgate.net




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