Mile High Club?

With that, we made our way onto the aircraft and settled into our seats. As soon as we were airborne, the captain announced that it was safe to move around the cabin.

"So, what would you like to drink?" Steve asked, smiling.

"Surprise me."

"Ok."

He got up and went over to the bar where the bartender poured us both a cocktail.

"Here you go. This is my favourite drink."

"Thank you"

I took a sip and instantly felt myself relax. The **** was starting to take effect.

"Mmmm. That's nice."

"Yeah, I love Sex on the Beach."

I nearly spat my drink everywhere at the remark.

"Sorry, sorry." he said quickly "The cocktail of course"

"Oh yes. Of course." I replied, trying to compose myself.

We both laughed and sipped our drinks slowly.

The flight was smooth and comfortable. It didn't feel like any time had passed before the pilot announced that we were making our descent into the city.

Once we had landed, we took a cab straight to the hotel.

When we arrived at the hotel, the concierge greeted us warmly.

"Good morning. Welcome to the Marriott."

"Thank you."

We checked in and went up to the penthouse suite.

"Wow, this is amazing" I exclaimed, as I took in the incredible view.

"Yes, it's beautiful. But I think my bedroom is even better."

With that, he led me through to the adjoining room where a huge king sized bed dominated the centre of the room.

"Holy shit. That's one hell of a bed."

"Indeed."

"Do you bring all your employees here?"

"Just the pretty ones" he replied cheekily.

I couldn't help but blush slightly at the compliment.

"So, I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to take a shower and get ready for tonight."

"Ok, no worries."

With that, he disappeared into the bathroom, leaving me alone to explore the rest of the suite and find my bedroom for the weekend.

I quickly found the other bedroom, which was smaller but equally luxurious. I sat down on the bed and sighed contentedly.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

"Hello? Miss Jennifer?"

"Yes, come in."

A bellhop entered the room and placed a box on the table.

"Compliments of Mr Smith. He asked me to give this to you."

"Thank you."

The man left, closing the door behind him.

I opened the package and gasped when I saw its contents.

Inside was a stunning red dress, along with matching heels and jewellery.

"Oh my god."

I took the items out and laid them carefully on the bed. Then I removed the note and read it:

Dear Jennifer,

Here is something for you to wear tonight. I can't wait to see you in it.

Love,

Steve.

My heart skipped a beat at the words Love and See you in it.

"What is he doing?" I thought to myself.

"He can't possibly be interested in me. No way. He's just being nice. Yeah, that's all."

I shook my head, trying to clear the thoughts and doubts from my mind.

Then I grabbed my toiletries bag and headed into the bathroom to get ready.

As I showered, I couldn't stop thinking about what Steve had said earlier about me being a 'pretty' girl. Was that a real compliment or was he just joking around?

Either way, I couldn't deny the fact that I felt special and excited.

"But it's not right." I chided myself mentally. "He's my boss. And my husband's boss. You're married! Stop it! Stop it!"

But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get the images of him and me together out of my head. Ladies I'm sure you'll agree that when these thoughts are running through your head, whilst the shower rains hot water all over your body, washing yourself without going any further is sometimes not achieveable. I couldn't stop myself. My hand slipped between my legs, and I rubbed my clit gently. It felt amazing. Within seconds, I was close to orgasm. I bit my lip and let out a low moan as waves of pleasure washed over me.

When the feeling subsided, I finished cleaning myself, turned off the water, and stepped out of the shower.

As I dried myself off, I looked at my reflection in the mirror.

"What are you doing, Jennifer?" I whispered to myself.

I sighed heavily, and shook my head, trying to clear the thoughts and emotions from my mind.

"Get a grip."

With that, I wrapped the towel around me and went back to the bedroom to finish getting ready.

Note from Emma: Off to sleep now, kinda ;) Smash that thumb up for me, I wanna wake up with my juices ready to flow...for another day of writing, obvs ;)