Racquetball (Closed)

[Angeleyz]

Natasha was reminding her husband about David's math test the next day and the need to find and return Bree's library book when she noticed her co-worker and soon-to-be travel companion John getting out of a nearby car. Grabbing her laptop bag, she started getting out, when she realized she hadn't kissed Mike goodbye. Leaning over, she gave him a perfunctory kiss on the cheek while murmuring, "Thanks for the ride, honey." Sliding out of the car, she grabbed her carry-on from the backseat and muttered something about calling before the kids' bedtime that evening. Shutting the door quickly, she stepped out of the kiss and ride lane.

Spotting John and his wife 'saying' farewell, Natasha tried not smirk at their extended good-bye. It was good to see that some things never changed. The entire team enjoyed kidding John repeatedly over the last few months at their newlywed-like behavior, even though they had been married for almost 10 years. Actually if she were honest with herself, she'd admit that she was pretty envious of their relationship. John always called and texted numerous times a day when the team had gone on our various trips, and they still acted like they couldn't get enough of each other.

Natasha felt a little guilty about how much she was looking forward to this trip. Sure they were going to have a lot of things to do, but she wouldn't have to worry about negotiating who was going to pick the kids up from day care, make dinner, review homework, shuttle the kids to their various afternoon and evening activities and then deal with laundry and other household chores once the kids went to bed. She loved her kids, but three three whole days of real evening free time... It would almost be like being on vacation.

Heels ringing out sharply against the pavement, Natasha walked towards John and barely had time to give a little wave to his wife before she too was able to pull away from the sidewalk. A sudden gust of wind lifted her knee length dress halfway up her thighs. Struggling to smooth the fabric back down and not drop her bags, she smiled as John greeted her, "Hey there, Natasha. Ready to go?"

"Yup, ready to go brave the security lines," Natasha said impishly, "Bet you a Diet Coke one of us gets tagged for the body scan." She was pretty confident she'd win that bet given the number of times someone from their group was singled out. It seemed that she or Kaitlin typically got that honor as the lone females on the team, so she was pretty confident she'd be getting that Diet Coke.

 

[a_libertine]

John's eyes were drawn immediately to the span of firm thigh that flashed before him before Natasha could smooth the fabric back down. They lingered a moment longer before making the slow meandering journey up her body.

The effects of running two or three times a week, taekwondo and some sexercise he didn't comprehend beyond the obvious prurient visual of fit hot sweaty women gyrating for no other clear purpose than his enjoyment . His wife Suzanna had joined the course a few months ago and the impact on her ass and legs was joyously delightful. It rekindled a sex life while never poor to a level of teen aged blissful fucking.

It also inspired him to begin working out again to return the favor for Suzanna and he was not quite as rock hard as he had been in college when he played football, but certainly better than he had been since.

He smiled warmly at her and replied, "Make it a rum and diet and you are on. Make the obvious interesting Natasha."

Reaching out he took her suitcase and said, "I got it."

They began walking toward the doors past the sky caps and asked, "Why are we flying out there? It isn't like we can fix this by Thursday. "

 

[Angeleyz]

The dimples on both sides of Natasha's full lips deepened at John's choice of drink, knowing that he likely picked that purely for her benefit as she had never been able to develop a fondness for his beverage of choice. He had tried on more than one occasion to "educate her palate" as he called it, but she still thought scotch smelled like turpentine.

His "I got this" caused her to relinquish her suitcase, although she wanted to tell him yet again that it wasn't necessary. She was more than capable of hauling her own luggage, but he insisted on doing it every time, saying his grandfather would roll over in his grave if he didn't do his gentlemanly duty.

Why are we flying out there? It isn't like we can fix this by Thursday.

Natasha shrugged before answering, "All I know is Schneider seems to think I can figure out what's causing the program to crash, while you get to schmooze the big boys."

It wasn't surprising that they had wanted John to be the one to soothe their largest client's feathers since he had been responsible for leading the conversion of their last system upgrade. 'And the man could probably sell ice to an Eskimo,' she thought, having seen him dole out the Southern charm on more than one occasion. What was surprising was that only two of them were headed there. She knew her programming skills were better than most, but given the time criticality she would have expected at least Nate and/or Amrit to come along as well.

Entering the terminal, they quickly made their way past the long lines of people waiting to get their boarding passes and entered the queue for security screening. Thankfully things seemed to be moving along nicely, and it wasn't long before she was slipping out of her heels while John placed their luggage on the conveyor belt for the metal detector.

 

[a_libertine]

John grinned at a couple of the TSA agents checking people through the security precautions. He pulled his cowboy boots off and dropped each one into a lifeless gray bin. On top of those he dropped a cell phone on the left boot, wallet and miscellaneous pocket crap on the right boot.

The gray bins trundled down the tired looking conveyor belt through the x-ray machine. Not unsurprisingly the bins that the 2 of them were using went through with no issues. Their luggage and laptop bags, laptops on the bags, flew through as well.

First Natasha, then John, went through the sniffer device and the agent just nodded them through. John, tapped her on the hip, and stage whispered, "Make it a double honey, we got through without a cavity check!"

He wasn't sure whose reaction was better, Natasha's or the TSA agents, but both were hilarious. He pulled his boots on, stuffed his pockets with his stuff and looked at the flight board. He saw that their flight was still on time, "Hrmm, not enough time to get that drink, a little too much time to head to the gate."

He gave Natasha a half cocked grin, his best come hither let's play grin, "So, work or flirt?"

 

[Angeleyz]

Natasha was surprised when neither she nor John got tapped for the body scan and instead were waved towards the standard scanner. However, a bet was a bet so it looked like she was buying him a rum and Diet Coke. She passed through the device without issue and stepped towards the conveyor belt to retrieve her heels, and a minute later she felt a tap on her hip.

Make it a double honey, we got through without a cavity check!

Aghast that he would make such a comment in front of TSA agents who were likely hired solely based on their lack of sense of humor, she turned her head so fast it felt like her eyeballs were rattling around in the back of her head trying to catch up. Giving him a stern look that promised a lecture was in his future, she flashed a 'What can I say he's worse than a kid' kinda smile to the closest agent while gathering her belongings.

Whether the agents had been dumbstruck by his audacious comment, or by some miracle knew he was only kidding, Natasha still felt like they had gotten away with something when they had left the area without being stopped, although she half expected them to get detained any minute. John, of course, didn't seem to have the same worries as he commented on them not having enough time for her to make good on the bet.

So, work or flirt?

Even though she and Mike had been married for over 10 years, it was still hard to ignore the fluttering sensation within her core whenever John employed that grin of his, that patented smirk that seemed to absolutely drip of pure and utter sinfulness. Having seen firsthand the effects of that grin on more than one trip, she shook her head and announced, "Neither... I need to pick up a book to read on the flight. It shouldn't take too long. You can either come along or stake out an area for us at the gate'"

 

[a_libertine]

For a moment John stood and looked at her, almost flabbergasted. He looked at his ticket then at her. "We have side by side seats right?"

When she nodded, he looked even more perplexed.

Standing before him was one of the greatest beauties in the world. She stood a couple inches, well 4 or 5, shorter than him. She worked out constantly, ate like a bird, constantly taking care of her in a manner that could be attributed as maniacal.

All of that led to a tight body, no, not a hard body, but tight. Her limbs were slender and toned. She looked amazing in any dress that she wore, and with the north Mediterranean skin tone, she looked particularly amazing in blue tones, the lighter blue the better.

And that didn't cover her best asset. Maybe second best. Her tits. She had some of the biggest, nicest tits John had seen. DDD? Certainly larger than Suzanna's D cups. The fantasy of taking a clothe tape measure to Natasha was a nightly scene for him.

"You realize, that unless the person on the other side of..." John checked the seat numbers quickly, "Fuck, me, is anorexic, there won't be any room for you to read a book unless one of two things happen."

He started easing back a little, a small shuffle to avoid the swat that would be coming any second, "You would have to either set the book on the seat in front of you, or rest it on your chest."

 

[Angeleyz]

Head cocked to the side, Natasha knew she probably looked as flummoxed as John was acting but she simply couldn't figure out what had her brilliant co-worker so confused. What the heck did her wanting a book have to do with their seat assignments? Forehead crinkling as he continued on about not having room to read, she had just caught the slightest hint of a twinkle in his eyes when he stepped back.

You would have to either set the book on the seat in front of you, or rest it on your chest.

Startled laughter spilled out, and the barest hint of pink rose in her cheeks although why she should be embarrassed was beyond her. Guys had been commenting about her 'endowment' as her mother had called it when the boob fairy had made an appearance when she was 10. John, however, had never made a comment before and for him to do it left her feeling like a giddy underclassman being recognized for the first time by her upperclassman crush.

Rolling her eyes, she retorted, "I've been reading on planes for years, smart ass... It's not difficult." She turned in the direction of the newsstand before calling over her shoulder, "if you're lucky, I'll even let you watch".