Company policy allowed us to fly business class overseas, with 14 days travel notice, and it was nice to be able to stretch out. Flying coach for over 8 hours was hard enough, but cramped in the space the airlines called coach was tantamount to torture.
The drive to the airport had been a little awkward. Chris and I both knew what was ahead, but neither of us broached the subject. We talked about our project, reviewing all of our materials, and going over the training information for the forty minutes or so the drive took. Then it was back to the hassles of checking in, going through security, and making our way to the international section, where we could finally relax for a little while.
We were both dressed very casually, comfort being the watchword when you were traveling for a dozen or more hours. For me that meant sweatpants and t-shirt. For Chris it was similar, a nice coordinated sweat-suit, with a sleeveless tee underneath. She looked good in the outfit, and I wondered what kind of underthings she had on underneath.
The plane was huge, and in our section there were 7 seats across, divided 2, 3, and 2, by the aisles. We were directly behind First Class, in what was almost a mini-cabin, with the bulk of business class well behind us, past the galley. Chris was by the window, and I had the aisle. We were a little behind the middle seats next to us, with the first class closet ahead of us, and another closet behind. I’d never been seated in similar seats and really enjoyed the quiet, the extensive leg room, and the privacy.
“I think we’re going to knock their socks off,” she told me as we were settling into our soft, padded seats.
“I hope so, it’s been a big effort, completed in breakneck time,” I told her, getting comfortable, pulling out a notebook and paperback and placing it in the padded pocked in front of me, before storing my carry-on.
“You did a great job on this. It’s all the talk upstairs. I think you’re going to come out of this whole thing smelling like roses,” she told me.
“Hell. It’s just code. You’ve done a great job pulling it all together. Now we’ll just have to see if it flies with the client.”
We each took a drink from the stewardess, a cute brunette I couldn’t help but try flirting with. I knew that they were pretty immune to the efforts, getting hit on constantly, but I couldn’t help myself. I did get her smiling, and she returned before too long to refresh our drinks before takeoff. She seemed to have the whole front cabin to attend to, about 10 seats in all.
“Jesus, Jack,” Chris laughed. “I bet you got laid before you left your house, and already you’re picking out your next conquest.”
“I’ll have you know I’ve been celibate since just after lunch, and I’m not looking for a conquest, I’m just flirting.” I told my sexy little boss.
“Celibate since lunch? Poor thing. Try making that two weeks. You’d be ready to blow a gasket.”
“Two weeks? Before my current situation I was quite single, you know. I went months in between, sometimes. Not that I’d ever want to do that again.”
We had to quiet down during the spiel about safety, and seatbelts. At the end I waved the stewardess over.
“I don’t think I’ve got my seatbelt right. Could you check it?” I asked, wearing my most innocent of smiles.
She gave me a long, hard look, and I was ready for the big shoot down, when she smiled and leaned over. She was stacked on top, and her nametag was almost in my face when she ran her hands slowly along the seatbelt, giving it a gentle tug, and then patting the belt buckle in place. Her little act had my cock hardening. She had to have noticed, but she let it pass.
“It looks like everything is in order, Mr…”
“Jack. And thanks, Leanne.”
“Of course, Jack. We’re here to help.” Her hand lingered on my shoulder longer than necessary as she walked by, collecting any glasses from the other travelers.
“Christ.” Chris whispered, “Now I’ve seen it all.”
“Yes you have, and you’ll be seeing a lot more, soon enough,” I reminded her, still teasing, reaching over and giving her thigh a squeeze.
After takeoff, my attentive stew stopped by to check on our drinks.
I asked Chris if she needed a refill, and she passed. I asked for another Tanqueray and tonic, and when Leanne returned, she brought me two of the small Tanqueray bottles, and a bottle of tonic.
I was brazen, caressing her hand as she passed them to me. “Two? Are you trying to get me drunk, Leanne? I’ll have you know I have a high tolerance for alcohol.”
She smiled and leaned in close. “It is a very long flight.” She smiled and walked away tending to the other passengers. Her tight blue skirt looked very good on her. Very good. Business class wasn’t full, which surprised me. There were at least three empty seats in our section, including the two on the opposite side of the plane from ours. I guess somebody missed their flight.
“Oh my God, she’s as bad as you,” Chris said, exasperated.
“Oh, come on, Chris. Let loose. It’s a long flight. A little teasing and flirting just helps the time to fly. I imagine her job can get to be a little boring, catering to the whims of her pampered passengers. A little teasing and joking is good for the soul,” I reminded her.
She just rolled her eyes at me. I think she wanted to be mad about it, but she finally just chuckled. “Being around you is an education. I’ll say that much.”
“Being around you is painful,” I told her.
She looked hurt. “Painful?”
I took her hand and placed it on my hard cock. All the teasing was working wonders on me. She jerked her hand back, looking around to see if anybody had been watching. Of course, where we were seated somebody would have to be standing beside us to see anything.
“Painfully hard. And it’ll probably be tomorrow night before I can do anything about it.”
“You are such a reprobate,” she hissed, yet allowing me to place her hand on my thigh.
She was quiet while I prepared my drink, using one bottle, and half the tonic. I gave it a sip. Delicious.
“There’s already talk about repackaging what we’re doing, generalizing it, and offering it to the Swiss and the Malaysians. This could be big.”
I reached over and put my hand on hers, where it rested on my thigh. She seemed to hesitate, then turned her hand over, entwining her fingers with mine.
“Why generalize it? We could fully customize it for each customer, and probably get twice the money out of them without doing much more than swapping out the screens, and adding a few fields to the database,” I told her, my mind instantly reviewing the changes that would be needed.
“But the Swiss planes are outfitted completely differently, and we don’t have the issues with tying into the manufacturing database we had with the Spanish.”
I reached over, pulled out my pad, and started listing the parts of the system that would require refactoring, and the layout of the different display systems that would be required. We talked about a few options, and within 30 minutes, had the whole process mapped out.