#605: Business BlowJob
On today’s episode of erotic audio, our main character gets to explore someone he’s lusted after at work for a while. The sexual tension has been growing over the past few months and all comes to a head when our lucky lad receives an incredibly hot blowjob at altitude.
All of this season’s episodes are based on stories from the official Mile High Club. This week’s story can be found here: Okay I’m Selfish
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Based on the Mile High Club story: “Okay, I’m Selfish”
Phoenix, Arizona >>> San Jose, California
I guess there are a few perks surrounding my job. Being the financial head of a meal delivery company meant I got free healthy food, a cool office, lots of travel, and got to work with super hip people. I mean, we even had a state of the art espresso machine with fair trade coffee specially roasted for our company headquarters and a selection of vegan milks in the fridge. I mean, you don’t get much more millennial than that.
I did look forward to coming into the office every day, not just for the coffee but genuinely for the people. Everyone was young and eager. I myself was slightly older than the 29 year old average age. At 35 I had worked in numerous, large corporate companies for over a decade and I’d wanted a change in scenery coming to this start up.
Something I haven’t yet mentioned is that I also loved the cheeky banter between myself and my co-worker, Anne. Although her name made her sound a bit plain, she was nothing of the sort. She was a confidant PR manager whom everyone loved, and flirted with. I always tried to impress her with my clever jokes and I felt the sexual tension between us was growing every day.
She had gorgeous flowing red locks and a nice curvy figure which I may or may not have fantasized about while getting myself off in the past. I mean, I have definitely thought about bringing her into the washroom in the office after hours or her coming over to my desk, dropping to her knees and sucking my cock. Fucking Anne, she drove me crazy.
Which is why, through a little fortuitous planning, I arranged to be on the same flight out of town as her for a business conference in San Jose. No one else from the company was on our flight as there were a few different flights departing depending on when each employee needed to be at the conference.
The day before Anne walked up to me and asked me whether it was a coincidence that we were on the same flight. I told her it must be fate and gave her a wink. She raised her eyebrows at me, told me it was probably for the best, at least she would have someone decent to share a glass of Champagne with. I’d like to share a lot more than a glass of Champagne with that vixen.
Our flight was in the middle of the day on a packed 737. After her champagne comment I had joked around with her about whether she had a Mile High Club Membership. She said it was something she had always wanted to do and had almost done with an ex. It was from this comment that I had a feeling she might actually be down for some naughtiness. Our flirting had gotten a bit out of control and I could constantly feel us both undressing one another with our eyes.
At the airport our flight was delayed and we sat at a bar and ordered a glass of bubbly each. It was finally nice to have some alone time out of the office with Anne. She was as clever as ever and we traded old backpacking travel stories which lead into old backpacking sex stories. I’d always known she was an adventurous one but a few of her tales even surprised me.
Her hair was parted to the side and hung over her slightly sheer blouse where her breasts were cupped by a white lacy bra. I had to fight to keep my eyes on her beautiful face and to keep my erection tucked away in my pants.
We flirted incessantly and ended up having another glass of Champagne. We hadn’t eaten lunch yet and both commented on how it was going to our head. I could also feel the blood rushing to my lower head. We had started to joke about how naughty it would be to finally make our Mile High Fantasies come true.
In my mind I had already started hatching a plan and Anne’s hand which now rested on my thigh was all the inspiration I needed to make this happen. Finally, they called us to board.
As we walked down the aisle to our seats I noticed that the emergency exit row nearest to us only had two seats. What a stroke of luck. I thought about trying to convince its occupants to switch with us. We’d at least have a shot at disguising our activities if there was no one else in our row.
Unfortunately, that hope was quickly dashed when an older couple boarded the plane and plunked themselves down in that row. The plane was packed and the flight attendants were looking a little stressed.
So with a packed flight, stressed out flight attendants, and a man sitting next to us the prospect of getting something going in the comfort of our own seats was starting to dim. Sitting beside Anne I could feel our bodies pulsating with sexual energy. I slowly moved my hand so that it was now touching her thigh and she gave me a cheeky smile.
I couldn’t pass up this opportunity and realised that if we decided to go ahead with our membership, it was going to have to be a lavatory encounter. Once the seat belt sign was turned off and the que for the bathroom had lessened I suggested to her that we walk to the back of the plane to scope things out.
There were three flight attendants sitting in the back area and two of their seats were up against the only lavatories wall. Fortunately they were engrossed in their own conversation and didn’t even look up when we walked by. Anne and I smiled mischievously at one another. Goddamn it was going to happen.
I let Anne go in first and told her to listen for a double knock and then open the door for me. She went in and a few seconds later, after making sure the attendants were oblivious, I knocked twice. She let me in.
Finally, we were alone, in mid- flight, away from the office, our co-workers and anything else that might have inhibited us. This was the only lavatory in the back and I knew we had limited time. She was looking up at me for direction so I positioned myself on the lavatory while sitting facing her. She was standing just inside the door with her back to the mirror.
We kissed briefly and she started rubbing me through the pants. I was extremely hard and she could feel it. She let out a soft moan and pushed her hair to the side. I took her face in my hands and kissed her gorgeous plump lips. She gave my lower lip a teasing bite and then looked up at me still stroking my cock. I went to reach for her underneath her skirt and could feel the wetness running out of her.
But she pushed me away and then slowly lowered herself onto her knees and unzipped my pants. My throbbing cock was exposed and Anne slowly lowered her lips around my head and sucked on it, looking up at me. I leant over and unbuttoned the top of her blouse so I could see her perky breasts.
Anne knew exactly how to pleasure me. She salivated all over my cock and then thrust her head up and down my shaft taking in fully in her mouth, to my pleasure, and cupped my balls with her hand. She moved between licking the sensitive underside of it and then shoving my whole penis down her throat.
All my senses were heightened by the fact that we were on a commercial airliner and also by the visual stimulus I was getting from watching the rhythmic bobbing of her head in the mirror as well as feeling her sloppy blowjob.
I knew I was going to cum and she worked a little more frantically when she felt me getting ready and then I exploded into her mouth. She swallowed every last drop and kept sucking for more until I felt I wasn’t going to be able to keep quiet for any longer.
As much as I wanted to go down on her I knew our time had run out. I helped her to her feet and we both rearranged ourselves before leaving.
As we headed back to our seatsI noticed one of the attendants watching the two of us leaving the lavatory together with a brief look of confusion. But I could care less, I was on cloud 9. Once we got back to our seats I quietly whispered in Anna’s ear that I couldn’t wait to reciprocate the amazing head I had received once we were at the hotel...