admin

A few years back, I traveled from Miami to a business conference in Los Angeles and changed planes in Dallas, where I met with a short delay to my connecting flight. When I arrived at my departure gate, I found a place to sit close to the boarding counter.I wore tall heels and a short dress that dipped deeply down my cleavage and rode high on my thighs. When I travel, I like to dress classy and look sexy. You never know who you might meet along the way.My strategy worked on this day. No sooner had I sat down and crossed my legs than an attractive man sitting in the row of seats across from me had his eyes focused on my lower limbs. His eyes slowly crawled up my shapely torso and met with my eyes. He looked undeniably handsome and business-like, dressed in a striking blue pinstripe suit. He gave me a friendly smile, and I smiled in return. Then our eyes focused on other things.The door to the gangway had opened, and they began calling business class passengers first. That was me. I grabbed my purse and briefcase and headed over with my boarding pass in hand. I noticed the attractive gentleman who sat across from me ease in behind me. He stood so close I could feel his breath on my neck as I handed the boarding agent my pass. He scanned it, handed it back to me, and I made my way down the gangway to the plane.The plane was smaller than I had expected, divided into two seats on each side. Luckily, the business class seats had more leg room. I had the window seat in the fourth row. I tucked my purse under the seat. Then I slipped off my tall heels and placed them next to my purse. I set my briefcase next to the wall on my left side and crossed my left leg over the right. My skirt once again rode up my thighs.The attractive man who sat across from me in the waiting area stopped in the aisle, checked his boarding pass, and smiled as he lowered his eyes at me. ?Well, isn?t this my lucky day,? he remarked.I just smiled, assuming his remark was a backhanded compliment. My eyes lowered, and I noticed the bulge in the Ankara bayan escort crotch of his dress pants as he leaned in to shove his briefcase into the overhead compartment. I could see the outline of his cock stretching his left pant leg, which caused my body temperature to rise a few degrees. I couldn?t help it! I have this fetish for checking out men?s crotches, similar to men checking out women?s breasts, wondering what they look like without clothes.The man sat down and buckled in. Not wanting to sit idly next to him, I took a magazine from the folder in front of me and started flipping through the pages as the plane began to back away from the gate. I felt his eyes pass over at me several times, and pretended not to notice, while in my head I was thinking, yeah, honey, check me out!We were in the air for about ten minutes when he finally broke the ice and spoke. ?Excuse me. I am about to order a drink. Would you care for one??Yes, he speaks! I smiled inwardly. ?What are you having?? I asked as I shifted more toward him.?Scotch on the rocks,? he said with that friendly smile again.?I?ll have what you?re having.?He snagged the flight attendant when she walked by and ordered our drinks. Then he turned to me. ?My name is Dillon,? he said as he extended his hand across the armrest.?Pleased to meet you, Dillon. I?m Reyanna,? I said as I shook his big, strong hand, ?and thanks for the drink. It?s very generous of you.?We drank and made small talk. I talked about my work-related trip to L.A. He told me he had been to L.A. several times on business and was considering buying a condo and moving there. While we discussed our business affairs, the flight attendant stopped at our row and asked if we wanted another drink. Dillon insisted on buying us another round.We continued to chat until the pilot announced we would be landing in fifteen minutes. It wasn?t until then that I realized I hadn?t taken out my laptop to add the final touches to my presentation. It was pretty Escort bayan Ankara much completed, and I could make changes later that night if I needed to.At this point, Dillon leaned toward me. ?Reyanna, I enjoyed talking with you. Would you care to join me for dinner tonight??I didn?t expect Dillon to ask me to dine with him. Delightfully surprised, I replied, ?Yes, I would like that.??How are you getting to your hotel?? he asked.?I was planning on taking a taxi.??I?ll give you a ride. I have a rental waiting. It won?t be a problem dropping you off.??I would appreciate that, and I am sure I can find some way to thank you,? I hinted in a seductive tone.Dillon glanced down at my tits and smiled. ?I am sure you can,? he said.A few minutes later, our plane touched down. After pulling up to the gate, we sat there getting chummy while we waited for most of the other passengers to deplane. I slipped on my heels, grabbed my briefcase, and followed Dillon off the plane after he pulled his carry-on from the luggage compartment.Following him up the gangway, I noticed his broad shoulders and the swagger in his step. He was a sexy man, and I wondered if he was just as sexy in bed. The thought caused my pussy to moisten.We walked side-by-side through the airport to the baggage claim and pulled our luggage from the conveyor as they came around to us. Pulling our wheeled suitcases along, I followed next to Dillon as we went to the car rental lot. He loaded our luggage into the trunk of a luxury car and took my briefcase from me and put it gently on the back seat before opening the passenger door for me.?Your ride, my lady,? he said and did a courtesy bow.?My, service with a smile from a handsome man,? I said as I stepped in and allowed my dress to rise to give him a great view of my legs and a peek at my lacy panties.The drive to my hotel took only five minutes. Dillon pulled up in front, got out, and unloaded my suitcase. He then came around and opened the door for me. I looked Bayan escort Ankara up and nibbled my lower lip as I stepped out of the car, giving him a bolder view of my panties as I let the hem of my dress rise even higher this time. I watched his eyes bulge as he indeed got a very good peek.We exchanged business cards. ?Shall I pick you up at seven?? Dillon asked.?Yes, seven is fine,? I replied and gave him a light kiss on the cheek before I grabbed my briefcase and suitcase. I smiled, tossed my hair back, and walked to the front entrance without looking back.As I walked through the door, I turned my head back to find Dillon still standing at the rental car staring at me. I gave him a little nod and a wink and went inside to the front desk.My room was on the third floor. It was a comfortable room with all the amenities. I set my suitcase on the bed and unpacked. I freshened up a bit and changed into a sexy red cocktail dress that buttoned down the front. I left the top three buttons undone and the four bottom buttons which daringly ended just a few inches from my damp panties.After slipping on my heels, I moved to the full-length mirror to admire myself. I looked hot, sure to grab the eyes of many men, but I was only concerned with one pair of eyes tonight: Dillon?s.Five minutes before seven, I grabbed my purse and headed out the door to the elevator. By the time I entered the lobby I found Dillon waiting for me. He looked very appetizing.We made small talk on the drive to the restaurant. Minutes later, we arrived at the restaurant that had a posh atmosphere. They seated us right away, and within a few minutes, we had a drink in our hands and entered into a comfortable chat. When the time came, we ordered our meals and an appetizer.The food was delicious. We had no room for dessert, so we followed the meal with a bottle of chardonnay. It was a little past nine when we finished the wine. Dillon paid the tab and left a generous tip.I felt the sexual tension and anticipation building on the drive back to my hotel. When we pulled up front, the valet opened the door for me. I stepped out, and Dillon came around the car to me.?Reyanna, I enjoyed your company tonight.?I looked him in the eyes. ?Would you care to walk me to my room?? I asked as I gently ran my finger down his sternum between the open buttons of his shirt.