I explained it to Chris, answering all of her question, and pointed out the differences between a solution for the Swiss and Malaysians.
“That’s good. Really good. I better call Dale when we get in tomorrow morning, and put the brakes on any discussions they have about repackaging. This would be a lot better.”
I was beaming, stupidly happy with myself. I thought back to something Ron had said, about being as happy with my work as he was with his. At times like this, I was.
I put up the pad. “I’ll email Wenli and have him put together some estimates, time wise, so we can price it.”
She was looking at me with something akin to awe. “I can’t believe you worked all that out, and so quickly. You’re pretty amazing.”
“I could easily say the same for you,” I told her, running my hand down her thigh.
“No. Really. I mean it. That was amazing.” She looked to be thinking. “This could be dangerous for you. You keep hitting these home-runs, their going to want to move you to LA, where the action is.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I reminded her. “I’m more than happy just where I am. I expect you to take care of me, and we’ll do this together.”
“Oh, don’t worry about me. I know a good thing when I see it. I’m going to ride you as long as I can. You’re on the fast track.”
“Mmm. I’ll let you ride me as long as you want. I promise,” I teased.
She blushed, “I didn’t mean…”
I hushed her, smiling. “I know exactly what you meant. And I meant exactly what I said, double-entendre fully intended.”
We’d been at it for a while, and the cabin lights had dimmed. It was quiet up front. I leaned toward her, reached over and pulled her closer. The wide armrest between us made it difficult, but I managed to pull her close enough for our lips to meet, kissing her tenderly, feeling her relax, and go with it.
When I pulled away, Leanne was standing beside me. “I hope this man isn’t bothering you, miss,” she said with a teasing smile.
Chris looked embarrassed and pulled away. “Oh, no. Not at all. We were just discussing work.”
Leanne squatted down, so our eyes were level. “Nice work. I can see I’m in the wrong field.” She had one hand on my shoulder, and the other on my leg, and I was feeling warm all over from the attention. “I just came by to see if I could bring you anything. Nearly everyone else up here is asleep. So I guess you guys get all my attention.”
My glass was empty, but I did have another bottle unopened. “I could use a fresh glass of ice, but there’s no hurry,” I told her. “How about you?” I asked my boss.
She seemed a little nervous still, and asked for a glass of wine.
“Red or White?” Leanne asked. Her hand was still on my leg, and moving slightly, reminding me of its presence.
“White, please,” Chris answered.
Our lovely helper departed, returning moments later. The galley WAS only about 5 feet away. She gave us our drinks, still very touchy-feely. “I’ll be seated over there,” she said with a nod toward the empty seats on the opposite side of the plane. “So if you need me for anything, anything at all, just stop by. I won’t be up and around much, trying to let everybody rest.” The way she squeezed my thigh when she said ‘anything at all’ had my imagination working overtime.
We reclined our seats, almost fully, and I leaned across the divider, getting closer to my traveling companion. Before I could try anything, Leanne was back.
“I brought you a couple of blankets, in case you’re going to relax,” she said. “It can get cold in here.”
She passed one over to Chris, then opened mine, placing it across my lap, and patting it in place, saucily rubbing between my legs for just a moment. God this woman was a tease!
“Remember, if you need me for anything, I’ll be right over there.”
“Jeez, I thought she was going to climb under your blanket and give you a blow-job right here,” Chris said. “She’s as bad as you!”
“She’s just doing her job, being helpful,” I told her.
“Right.” She pulled her blanket around her, settling in. I leaned across the divider again, sliding my arm under her blanket, and caressed her breast.
“Jack, don’t be bad,” she whispered.
“I won’t be, I promise,” I told her, while my wandering hand unzipped her top, and reached in to feel her through her shirt.
“What am I going to do with you?” she whispered.
“Don’t worry, I have lots of ideas,” I told her, reaching down and pulling her shirt up over her breasts, under the cover of the blankets.
“God, you’re like a kid,” she hissed, but I felt her hand over mine, and suddenly her bra was open, her breasts completely unfettered.
“Thank you,” I whispered, turning in my seat, and bringing my other hand into play.
“Don’t be too obvious,” she warned.
Of course nobody could see us, so I wasn’t too worried about it. I pulled her closer to kiss her, then massaged her tits, feeling her nipples harden. She leaned back from me, sighing.
It seemed like an invitation. I slid my hand down her stomach and into her sweat pants. Her panties were low on her hips, and when I reached into them, she stretched out, opening her legs to me. My hand slid between her legs, a little awkwardly inside her pants and undies, and I slid a finger into her. She was wet.
“God, I want you so bad.” I told her softly.
She smiled, “That’s good. Because you’re going to get me. All week long.” I felt the pressure on the back of my hand disappear, and found she’d pushed her pants and underwear down over her hips, and they slid down to her ankles. She spread her legs wide, allowing me full access.
I stroked her and played with her, taking my time, enjoying myself. It took a while, but eventually I was pumping her with two fingers, and had her breathing heavily. I watched her pretty face as she got closer and closer to her release, then reached down with my free hand, almost brushing her blanket aside, and massaged her clit, making her come for me. It was beautiful to watch.
“Shit, I needed that,” she moaned, then reached down and pulled her panties up, followed by her sweat pants. “I can’t believe I let you do that to me, here, around all these people.”
“I’m glad you did,” I told her, pulling her to me for another kiss. She settled back into the seat, her blanket falling around her waist, exposing her tits to me. I pull her shirt back down, and closed her top a little, before pulling the blanket up.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I told her.
She smiled, leaning back and resting.
I got up to hit the head, and looking across the plane I saw Leanne looking at us, witness to what we had done. I shrugged my shoulders, a little embarrassed, but she just smiled.
When I got out of the bathroom, she was waiting in the galley. Busted.
She was standing in the entrance, and I’d have to squeeze by to get past her. As I got close she reached her hand out and put it on my chest. “Alex, can I ask you a personal question?”
I nodded mutely.
“Are you planning on joining the mile-high club this trip?”
I felt my face turning red. Still, I was willing to play along. I leaned closer to her. “Is that an invitation?”
I saw her blush. “I wish. I’d get fired. But if you two are, I think I could win a bet with Jeanne.”
“I imagine that would be frowned upon, and a little obvious if we did.” I told her, still enchanted by the idea.
“Officially, of course, we’re supposed to stop people from going into the lavatories in pairs. Unofficially, our preferred passengers are given a little more leeway.” She said softly.
We were standing in the aisle, and still could be seen by most of business class. If anyone was awake and watching. I moved away from her, into the main area of the galley, away from prying eyes. She followed me, standing opposite, leaning back against the table behind her.
I moved close to her, our bodies almost touching. “Am I a preferred passenger?”
She smiled, turning her chin up, her pretty red lips beckoning. “What do you think?”