The mentoring type (open)

"I see, I'm just surprised that a woman like you doesn't have guys crawling all over you"

Chris said with a smile. To himself he knew that he would love to have Bernie in a second, but wasn't sure if she would be interested in a younger guy like him.

"I know what you mean, too many people out there with no ambition in life"

Trying to think of some "diplomatic" way to find out her inclinations, Chris hit upon an idea.

"Since you've been on the go for a while, would you like a back massage? I've been told that I'm pretty good at them."
 
"I see, I'm just surprised that a woman like you doesn't have guys crawling all over you"

Bernie grimaced at the thought! She didn't welcome "advances", the lines, the guys who made passes. It was all so cliched, so ... worthless ...

"I know what you mean, too many people out there with no ambition in life"

She nodded, knowing that was part of it ...

"Since you've been on the go for a while, would you like a back massage? I've been told that I'm pretty good at them."

She looked over at him. It was a line ... a blatant excuse for him to touch her.
Bernie should have been annoyed. She should tell him that she didn't "fall" for offers like that ...
But there was something ... something nice about him ... almost innocent ...
She smiled at him as he waited her answer, nervous and over-eager.
She glanced around ... most people were asleep or reading ... and they were closetted closely in their seats.

"That sounds very tempting Chris ... I think I'd like that ... "

She eased slightly sideways in her seat and smiled at him finding that she was looking forward to the sensation of his hands on her body ...
 
Surprisingly, Bernie agreed.

Chris put his hands on her back and started to rub, starting first at her neck. Using both hands he massaged around her spine and down her back to her shoulderblades, making sure to gently work out the small knots that had formed in between. Moving down past her shoulderblades, he tried to work the tightness out of her back, sometimes moving out to her sides to get the full effect, but not too far so as to blatantly gope her.

"You're awfully tight back here, you shouldn't work so hard"

Chris said with a knowing smile.

Arriving at her waistband, he lingered for just a moment, and then moved back upwards. Massaging a woman was something that he knew how to do, something that he could really put his heart into. Still rubbing around the middle of her back, he moved his hands out toward her sides, venturing just a little bit farther his fingertip accidently brushed the side of her breast, making her jump a little. Even with that slightest touch, she wasn't the only one to make a little jump.

"Oops, I'm sorry"
 
Bernie wasn't sure what she expected. Perhaps some schoolboy-type fumbling she realised as he began to move his hands systematically about her neck then down her spine. She bit her lip to hold back a soft moan of pleasure at the sensuous touch.

"You're awfully tight back here, you shouldn't work so hard"

She chuckled at the teasing scold.

"I know ... but ... someone has to and if I don't ... "

She left the statement incomplete allowing her head to fall back slightly and a soft murmur to escape her lips as his hands continued to massage.

"Mmm... that really feels good Chris ... "

She murmured, then inhaled sharply as his touch brushed the side of her breast as he worked his way outwards.

"Oops, I'm sorry"

She exhaled and giggled softly.

"Hey ... that's ... ok ... "

She eased round in her seat and smiled at him.

"I know the difference between a touch and a grope believe me ... you can't imagine how some guys ... "

She halted blushing sure already that he wasn't "like that".

"That felt wonderful Chris ... you have very talented hands ... "

She gave him a sultry look and smiled at his reaction.

"But then I'm sure your lady friends will have told you that before...?"

She enquired knowing she was probing for information as she speculated about his previous girlfriends ...
 
As she turned around, Chris couldn't help but notice the slightly seductive smile on her face. Feeling slightly self-concious, he heard her complimenting his massage.

"But then I'm sure your lady friends will have told you that before...?"

"Actually I..."

Stopping short, almost hypnotically, Chris leaned toward her and gently kissed her. Her lips were soft and supple, and when he broke away he looked apologetic.

"Oh dear, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that"
 
"Actually I..."

Bernie's eyes met his. She did not move away as his mouth closed on hers and accepted the tender kiss he pressed on her lips.

"Oh dear, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that"

Her eyes met his steadily. He was painfully shy ... constantly apologetic ...

"You're sorry?"

She questionned.

"What a shame ... because I'm not ... "

She smiled and put a hand lightly on his chest stroking lightly.

"I rather enjoyed you touching me ... kissing me ... "

She searched his eyes wondering if she'd scare him completely.

"Just do something for me Chris ... stop apologising ... I'm a big girl ... I can take of myself ... if you do something you really shouldn't ... I'll let you know ..."

She pressed her lips to his in a soft kiss, her tongue darting to flick the tip of his before she drew back in her seat with a contented sigh.

"Glad we got that sorted ... I could use a drink ... how about you ...?"
 
As Bernie drew away from him, Chris struggled to control the predicament that was raging in his crotch.


"Glad we got that sorted ... I could use a drink ... how about you ...?"

He looked back toward her...

"Yeah, I think I could go for one too..."

After they had gotten their drinks from the stewardess, Chris said

"I'm glad you're sorry, I'm not either. You're the first person in a long time that I've been this attracted to."

Having said this, he gently layed his hand on her leg, slightly massaging it.
 
Bernie sipped at her drink and smiled at the young man beside her.

"You're the first person in a long time that I've been this attracted to."

She murmured softly as his hand moved to her thigh and began to caress the sensitive skin. She blushed knowing that he could feel the stocking tops beneath her skirt.

"Umm.. well ... I'm flattered ... is it the accent ... or ... something entirely different ... ?"

She grinned at him teasingly her eyes dropping deliberately to his crotch this time.

"Nice to meet a guy who doesn't play games and is willing to say "I'm attracted to you" ... and for the record ... the feeling's mutual ... "

She told him softly, clinking glasses once more.
 
"Umm.. well ... I'm flattered ... is it the accent ... or ... something entirely different ... ?"

Chris laughed slightly at her question

"Well, the accent is sexy as hell, I've always thought that, but it's more than that. I mean, you're physically stunning, no doubt about it, but I love the fact that you seem to have quite a bit of intelligence to back up all those good looks"

He smiled then noticed her eyes drop to his crotch and come back up to his eyes.

"Hey now, are you trying to give me a heart attack or something? You know this thing hurts when it gets this bad"
 
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Bernie sipped her drink and smiled at the compliment.

"Hey now, are you trying to give me a heart attack or something?
You know this thing hurts when it gets this bad"


Bernie chuckled.

"Yes ... I'm well aware of how the male anatomy ... works ...
Though yours seems to have a mind of its own!"


She gave him a mock-stern look then grinned.

"Well ... Chris ... do what you ... err ... have to do ...
I'm sure you have a plan of action for when you usually get in this ... situation ... "


She eyed him demurely.

"Should I move so you can get past me ... ?"

She indicated with a mischievious glint.

"Don't want you to be in pain afterall ... "
 
"Don't want you to be in pain afterall ... "

"Should I move so you can get past me ... ?"

Chris looked at her in mock horror.

"Ha! You know the size of these darn airline facilities, there's no way that your going to get me to "take care of business" in one of those.... Nope I'm just going to have to sit here and wait it out...

Putting on a slight mischivous smile he eyed her and said

"And I imagine that if you were wearing pants instead of a skirt, you might be trying to hide "something" too"

He grinned like a boy who had made up his own joke
 
.... Nope I'm just going to have to sit here and wait it out...

Bernie smiled.

"If you insist ... though how much space do you think you need Chris?"

She teased and looked down at his noticeable hardon speculating for the first time as to just HOW big he was.
She looked up at him and blushed as she caught his smile.

"And I imagine that if you were wearing pants instead of a skirt, you might be trying to hide "something" too"

Bernie's eyes opened in mock shock.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean Chris!
Surely you're not suggesting that I'm feeling as ... horny ... as you ...?"


She purred a hand slipping up her skirt to smooth her own thigh, lifting the fabric teasingly to allow him sight of her stocking tops.

"You are right though ... skirts can ... have their advantages ... "



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"Now that's just plain mean to tease a poor guy like that"

Chris said as Bernie lifted up her skirt slightly.

"There should be a law against teasing like that without any 'reward' at the end"

Before she could put her skirt back, Chris caught her leg underneath of it and massaged the inside gently.

"Yeah, I definitally think that if I'm in a position to have to use the flight's facilities, then you are too"


Smiling like a kid with a new toy, he didn't even try to cover his raging erection anymore.
 
"Now that's just plain mean to tease a poor guy like that"

Bernie's chuckle turned to a gasp as he lifted her skirt.

"There should be a law against teasing like that without any 'reward' at the end"

Bernie opened her mouth to speak, but he continued.

"Yeah, I definitally think that if I'm in a position to have to use the flight's facilities, then you are too"


She laughed then.

"But you just said the ... facilities ... weren't adequate for your own relief ... "

She eased his hand away and crossed her legs demurely, an act contradicted by the way she openly eyed his crotch and then licked her lips before sipping at her drink.

"Besides ... who said you wouldn't get a "reward" at the end of all this teasing ... or are you the impatient sort ... ?"

She questionnned him considering seriously for the first time that she might actually use her "rest time" in L.A. to greater effect that mere sleep ...
 
"Besides ... who said you wouldn't get a "reward" at the end of all this teasing ... or are you the impatient sort ... ?"

Chris laughed slightly at her question.

"I don't think that impatience is something that you're going to have to be worried about, I've had... well, let's just say more than a few years of practice..."

Just then the flight attendant walked by them, and seeing how both his and Bernie's glasses were almost empty, asked if they would like a refill. They both agreed, and as the attendant walked away to refill their drinks Chris spoke up again.

"So did you have to take care of business all weekend, or did you have any, umm... recreational activities planned?"

As he said this, he started to massage her back again, and again "accidentally" brushed the side of her breast... although this time it wasn't quite as lightly as before.
 
"I don't think that impatience is something that you're going to have to be worried about, I've had... well, let's just say more than a few years of practice..."

Bernie looked across at Chris. He was patient? He had confessed to having very few girlfriends ... surely he wasn't telling her that he was a ... !?

Pulled from her musings by the flight attendant, she allowed her glass to be refilled and settled down once more wondering how she might find out for sure ...

"So did you have to take care of business all weekend, or did you have any, umm... recreational activities planned?"

His hands moved to her back, moving with sensuous expertise and Bernie dismissed her suspicions.

"Well ... tomorrow is a free day ... "

She halted and murmured slightly as his hand brushed her breast, the touch clearly deliberate. Her eyes widened as he cheeks flushed finding the touch arousing.

" ... I ... my schedule's been pretty non-stop so far ... I figured I deserved some down time ... how about you ... ?"

She tried to keep her voice casual, but could feel her body responding to his touch.
It had been wayyy too long, she decided resisting the urge to look round.
Somehow the fact they were trapped with nowhere to go but tease each other like crazy made the heat in her body even more intense.
 
Chris could tell that he had had some effect on her when she didn't hinder is probing fingertips.

" ... I ... my schedule's been pretty non-stop so far ... I figured I deserved some down time ... how about you ... ?"

He smiled at her somewhat halting reply.

"Well I have to get down and get an idea of what I'm up against during the day, but I thing that tomorrow evening is going to be pretty free for me..."

Just then the pilot came on the intercom and anounced their approach into L.A. and giving the usual sit down, seat belt routine.

"Would you be opposed to a "night on the town" with a fellow traveling businessperson?"


As he asked he gently squeezed her thigh, just a hair higher than what would be "decent"...
 
Bernie smiled trying to focus on his reply.
She glanced up as the announcement rung out infomring them that they were approaching L.A.

"Would you be opposed to a "night on the town" with a fellow traveling businessperson?"

Her head turned to assess him, his light offer accompanied by a rather bold squeeze of her thigh leaving her in no doubt that as to his intentions or wishes. She eyed him consideringly.

"I ... think that might be fun ... "

She told him smoothly.

"I guess it depends how my day develops ... "

She moved free of his hand securing her seatbelt and retrieving her hand luggage from her original seat opposite, her movements brusque and business-like once more as their destination rapidly approached.

She eyed him as they touched down uncertain what to make of him.
He had been so shy initially and then ... the chemistry between them was undeniable ... and he had certainly come out of his shell ... but it was most likely to just be a flight thing ... it was his hormones talking ... she suspected he wouldn't really get in touch with her after a day of meetings ... still ... if he did ...

Bernie reached into her bag and withdrew a card with the details of her L.A. Hotel printed across it.

"Call me ... unless you change your mind ... "

She told him softly ...
 
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