I finally arrived at the airport, still relaxed from my trip to the spa. The pampering was a gift from my boss/older lover Mr. Brown before we headed off to Chicago together for a work-related event.
I could see Mr. Brown waiting for me at the door with a huge smile on his face. We were running a little behind schedule, so his chauffeur helped to load our luggage onto carts so that we could get through the airport faster. This was only the second time I had flown, so I was a little nervous. I guess Mr. Brown could sense my uneasiness because he reached over to stroke my hand. It was a sweet gesture, and it helped to ease my tension.
As we boarded the plane, I realized that Mr. Brown had upgraded my seat to first class. I was the one who had handled all the travel arrangements, so he must have called the airline afterward to make the changes. I was impressed: the one other time I had flown I was sitting in coach, and I was stuck next to a screaming child and an overbearing lady who wanted to talk about her cats.
We had a direct flight, so I made myself comfortable with a book and tried to stay calm. Mr. Brown was sitting across the aisle from me and he asked the stewardess to bring me a glass of champagne. I didn’t particularly want to drink, but I figured it would help me relax. Mr. Brown told me to drink up, and to rest easy on the flight; we had a long weekend ahead of us and he didn’t want me to be exhausted.
The first night of the trip was strictly business—we had some clients to meet with and some upcoming cases to discuss. We had dinner reservations at eight followed by drinks, and then an early bedtime. We pulled up to the hotel and checked in at the front desk to get our room keys. Before we went our separate ways, Mr. Brown told me to meet him in the lobby at half past seven, at which time the limo would be there to take us to dinner.
My room was amazing: gorgeous decor, a huge king-size bed, and a whirlpool bathtub. I had about two hours before I needed to meet Mr. Brown, so I unpacked and then got ready for dinner. I decided on a nice pair of black pants and a fitted button-down blouse—it was lacy on the back and sides, showing a little skin but still very professional. He had complimented me when I wore it before, so I knew it was a favorite. I took off the tags from the new bra and underwear I had bought and slipped them on—I didn’t know if things would go anywhere tonight, but I wanted to be prepared with something sexy just in case. I put on a little lipstick, pulled my hair into a low chignon style bun, and headed for the elevator.
I knew we were going to be spending the night working, but I was dying to see how the night would unfold…