Burner Phones

"Have a good trip," said Lauren, as she dropped me off at Raleigh-Durham International, "Love you."

"Love you too, Honey," I replied, as we kissed goodbye.

I checked my bags, passed through security, and made it to the gate with plenty of time to spare. Jack and Emma were already there with Kelly and Albert. A short time later, Priya, Grace, and Matt joined us. The mood wasn't tense or awkward. Instead, it was more like nervous excitement, like college friends about to go an adventure together, which is what was basically happening.

We eventually boarded, with Emma, Jack, and Matt in one row, Priya, Grace, and Kelly in the row behind, and then Albert and I across the aisle from the ladies.

Albert and I snuck glances at the flight attendants, as guys are wont to do. Flight attendants never seem to look like they do in movies, do they? The ones on our flight sure didn't, but that won't prevent me from fantasizing about them later. I enjoy it when I'm in an aisle seat, and she brushes her body against my arm, even if she's not hot.

Anyhow, the slightly more than 4.5 hour flight to Las Vegas was pretty smooth. Most of us watched movies on our "small, portable, electronic devices" or took light naps. Emma studied the conference materials.

At some point, Emma got up to use the restroom. Matt couldn't resist, saying to her, "Leave the door unlocked. I'll join you in a minute," causing Emma to sneer and Jack to crack up. Like most people, I've fantasized about joining the Mile High Club. However, as Lauren and I are fairly conservative sexually, the two of us have never talked about it.

I glanced over at Priya, who was reading a book. She was wearing jeans and an N.C. State sweatshirt, but I imagined how incredible she would look done up in a flight attendant uniform.

I pressed the flight attendant call button and waited. Priya made her way towards my seat, her heels tapping on the cabin floor and her dark pantyhose deliciously sliding against the inside of her uniform skirt as she walked.

"May I help you, Sir?" Priya asked.

"I'm having a bit of trouble stowing my carry-on baggage," I replied with a suggestive smile, pointing to the huge bulge in my pants.

"Oh my!" she responded. "Let's see if we have some space in the rear of my aircraft... I mean the aircraft. Please follow me."

Priya led me to the back of the plane, opened the door to the lavatory, and quickly pulled me inside. She slid the latch closed and then turned around to face me.

Our hands were immediately all over each other's bodies, as our faces locked into a filthy kiss. Priya fumbled around for my belt buckle and zipper, then yanked down my pants and underwear as my huge hard-on sprang out. She then pulled her panties and hose down to her knees.

Priya then pushed my butt down onto the toilet seat, turned her back to me, and hiked up her flight attendant's skirt to offer me her married pussy. I took control from there, grabbing her hips and guiding my jumbo jet towards a smooth landing into her forbidden zone. Priya shuddered as my head of my cock entered her slippery folds, but I was able to overcome the turbulence, sliding slowly but firmly down her slick, steamy runway.

Priya began to piston up and down my pole, making a luscious slopping sound, my shaft glistening with her wetness on each upstroke. My right hand covered her mouth, and my left hand covered my own, stifling our screams. It didn't take us long to cum simultaneously, our juices mixing and then dripping out of Priya's pussy and down my shrinking cock.

"Something to drink, Sir?" our flight attendant asked.

"Oh, ginger ale, please," I replied, snapping out of it.

The remainder of the flight was uneventful, landing safely at Harry Reid International. I absentmindedly (or perhaps instinctively) grabbed my burner phone and started to text Lauren to let her know that I had arrived.

"Dude!" said an alarmed Albert. "WTF?"

"Oh shit!" I responded, as I put the burner away and reached for my iPhone. "I guess you know where my mind is at."

* * * * *

After deplaning, collecting our bags, and picking up our two rental SUVs, we drove over to the hotel. Jack, who was driving the four guys, pulled up alongside Emma's SUV in the hotel entrance driveway and motioned for her to roll down her window.

He said, "Why don't you ladies check yourselves in, and we'll go scout places to eat, so that we don't overhear your room numbers or something."

"Good thinking," replied Emma, who proceeded to park.

A short while after the girls checked in and got situated, the boys drove back to the hotel and did the same. All of us cleaned up a bit and then went out for an amazing dinner at Sparrow+Wolf near Chinatown.

Due to the time zone change, we all crashed shortly thereafter and got up super early the next morning. Thankfully, the hotel restaurant opened super early as well. Over breakfast, we went over the plan for the day and then prepared to go back to our rooms to change into our business clothes. On the way to the elevator, Emma said, "Let's meet in the lobby at 8:30."

Slightly before 8:30 a.m., I ran into Matt and Albert at the elevator area, and we rode down together. Jack and the ladies were already there waiting.

When the three of us joined the group, there was an awkward moment as everybody was checking each other out. We had gone to casual dress at work nearly two decades ago, so we only got to see each other in business attire maybe once a year.

Emma looked pretty in her gray wool dress with dark nylons and heels. Meanwhile, lovely Priya chose a smart black business suit with a medium length skirt. Kelly went with a form-fitting maroon pants suit with a camisole underneath, looking sexy with her hair tied up. But Grace took the cake. She went all secretary mode with a fitted long-sleeved white blouse and a tweed skirt with a slit that afforded titillating glimpses her stocking clad legs and knee-high boots. Her big framed glasses put it over the top. Even the other ladies stared at her and probably got a little wet. With the four of us gents all groomed up, our group looked like a middle-aged version of Suits.

"Remember people. Game faces. No shenanigans during the conference," commanded Emma.

For the most part, we were able to keep our hormones in check and concentrate on business for the next two and a half days. The conference wasn't too dull, and we indulged in Las Vegas' world class cuisine during lunches and dinners. But before going to bed each evening, you'd better believe each of us was on their burner phone.

[red]: u look so handsome in a suit

[blue]: u looked hot in whatever u were wearing

[red]: lol. i can put it on 4 u again friday night

[blue]: can i watch u put it on?

[red]: ;)

My guess is that each of the guys fantasized about fucking Grace in her secretary outfit that first night. I know I did. Hell, maybe even some of the women did too. But truthfully all of the ladies looked sexy that day and the next two days.

By Friday, we were all so lathered up that none of us could hold out much longer. Thankfully, the last day of conference was a half-day, with only some wrap-up activities and speeches and such. Everyone had several hours until the cocktail dinner, so the ladies went to their salon appointments while we guys hit the casino. We kept our wagers small, but none of us cared too much whether we won or lost. We were about to get lucky either way.