Something in the Air

Something in the air I felt the darkness envelop me and sleep reaching out. Perhaps it was the warm body nestled next to mine overtaking all my senses and dragging me down? She cuddled closer to me, and I held her protectively to me. What if my life could be more than this floating life I was living? Emily "Is this seat taken?" A deep voice asked me. I peeked up quickly from my colorful graphs, scattered around in a mess on the table and asked promptly, "No, be my guest, but I may not be the best host." I motioned with my hand in a "Can’t you see that I’m working" gesture. I was sitting at a low glass coffee table in the hotel’s lobby. I’d taken up space a couple of hours ago to prepare tomorrow’s crucial meeting before I was due to return home to Denmark. I was in New York with the purpose of landing one, maybe two new clients for my Social Media agency, SoMe&U? For one reason or the other, American companies had noticed my small boutique Danish-based agency, which was why I was pitching the following day again. Earlier today I’d been in a meeting with a fashion brand wanting to enter the European market. The next day it was a lingerie company, already successful in Europe, but controlled all their activities from New York and they were looking for someone to drive their marketing from “overseas” so to speak. ”Perfectly fine with me. I also just need to sit and stress down,” my new companion answered. "Can I get you something from the bar?" He offered politely. Finally, I let me gaze glide up over him to answer. I probably shouldn’t have because, wow, he was arrestingly handsome and distractingly hot. Immediately my senses reacted, my n*****s hardened against the bra’s lace and the shirt’s silk with direct communication to my core. Where in the living hell had my brain gone? Okay, I could answer the question with ease, always focused on work and then a little more work. From my low angle, he could easily be 6 feet tall with dark hair, a little longer on the top than the sides. Beneath the light blue shirt, he had rolled up to his elbows, he looked ripped and fit. But his eyes were, however, the most attractive part of him. Sapphire blue and smiling at me, as he had caught me with the hand in the cookie jar, which was pretty close to the truth. I couldn’t help staring at him and let my naughty thoughts run wild. For the briefest moment he had – in my thoughts – rolled my skirt to my waist, pushed me over the table, shoved my panties to the side, while he on his knees on the soft carpet took me from behind. "What is your flavor?" He abruptly interrupted my train of thoughts. I shook my head to return to reality. "Well, it is after 5, how about a G&T?" I lifted my brow, and to my astonishment, I flirted with the stranger. "One G&T coming up." A smile lurked at the corner of his lips as he had read my dirty thoughts. My hand slid through my dark waves that fell to my shoulders. A motion with the purpose of taming the wild nest. But per usual completely impossible. While I touched up my lipgloss, I studied my new friend’s back and admittedly his ass. You could sense muscular thighs and tight muscles in his jeans. f**k, he was such a snack. I used the papers on the table as a fan and tried to get my beating heart in check. No matter how impossible the mission was going to be, I needed to have him tonight. It was far too long ago I’d had wild and uninhibited s*x or just s*x for that matter. Discreetly I opened the two first buttons in my silk shirt. It revealed the bra’s lace edge along with my considerable cleavage. Today’s outfit had been carefully picked. A tight black skirt paired with a figure tailored jacket and the red sleeveless silk shirt that a moment ago had been demurely buttoned all the way up to my neck. The small jacket was thrown over the back of the nearby chair. Just as my black Louboutin heels were thrown under the table. Despite the cold winter weather in New York’s streets it was surprisingly warm inside my Manhattan hotel, or was it just me? Vaughn I didn’t turn around until I’d reached the bar. Was it a coincidence or pure luck? All available seats had been taken in the lobby or were occupied by groups cozying up with hot cocoa or 5 o’clock drinks. It was the 20th of December, and it seemed to be a hotel where people were staying to celebrate Christmas. I was as usual just passing through and leaving tomorrow morning from Newark to a new destination, San Francisco this time. But it could be anywhere in the world. As captain in a private plane company, the world was my workplace. A little cliché, but nevertheless the reality. The fact that I’d settled down next to a beautiful woman in a hotel filled with families had to be the winning ticket in the lottery. I finally relaxed while I was waiting for the waiter who was mixing our drinks, a G&T for her and a whiskey straight for me. Yup, it had been one of those days. Our crew had been fantastic, and we had had the honor of flying a YouTuber and his entourage from London to New York. They had become famous overnight and earned a fortune on their videos, but the fame had gotten to their heads. Our cabin crew had been on pins and needles to satisfy their wishes on the long trip from Heathrow, and when we had finally landed one of the passengers had trouble with his ESTA visa or rather the lack of. We had been 5 hours delayed. And now I needed a drink. I looked at our table where she was bent over her papers. Her dark hair fell in front of her face and formed a curtain, I couldn’t see her beautiful green eyes. She was tapping the rhythm to the music with her stocking clad feet under the table: “All I want for Christmas” by Mariah Carey. Conservatively dressed but with a twist she turned me on wildly, and I’m not sure she had noticed. The red blouse was a magnet. For some reason, her round shoulder was extremely erotic. My tongue wet my lips, and at once my pants became tight around my c**k that had apparently woken up and was ready to come out an play. I turned around to hide my erection and control the situation in my pants. ”Here you go, a G&T for the lady.” I handed her the glass and our fingers touched when the glass changed hands. My thumb discreetly caressed hers to test if she too was feeling the same sparks as I. One drink led to the other, and soon we were at the hotel's bar eating a light dinner and sharing a bottle of red wine. The conversation fled effortlessly. I’d learned that she was from Denmark, had her own marketing company, and had always had close connections to the US having worked for various American owned companies before she had started her private company. She was 38 and single with a couple of longer relationships behind her, no children, just like me. In return, I’d told her about my wandering life as a commander for a private VIP plane company, which took me around the world, and probably the reason why I hadn’t settled down at my soon 42 years of age. As kind of a joke, I’d said the world was my home, but admitted that I had an apartment in London where the plane company was based. I hadn’t been this attracted to a woman in a very long time and then almost instantly had lightening struck tonight. I was almost sure that she wanted the same ending to the evening as I. I paid the bill and now was the hour of truth. I took her hand, ”I can’t promise you more than tonight…this night, but I’m crazily attracted to you, and I’m not 100% sure but I’m sensing the same vibes from you?” I questioned. A delightful rose color flushed her cheeks, while she stuttered, ”Ditto.” A few seconds passed before she continued, ”I’m not very good at one night stands, it gets so awkward.” She looked shyly and slightly insecurely at me. ”Then let’s help each other and make this the most fantastic experience.” With her hand in mine, I pulled her up from the bar stool.