The mentoring type (open)

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The mentoring type (Closed for Biglboy & DeliciousMaiden)

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The scenario is as such: I'm travelling for business take a late flight from Chicago to LA. I meet player 2 in the terminal before boarding the plane, and learn that she is also headed for LA. I am quite inexperienced sexually and so player 2 takes it upon herself (not a chore, but more of an adventure) to enlighten him.

We'll just take it from there and see how it goes.

Let me know if you have any questions.

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Bernadette Middleton

Bernie stretched restlessly and glanced up at one of the screens checking the details of her flight for the umpteenth time. Travelling at this time of night had seemed like a really good idea at the time … but now she was more than regretting it. The meeting had been longer than she’d expected. Time had been too pressing to change into something casual to make the night trip from Chicago to L.A. Impatiently she smoothed her hand down the navy knee length skirt her fingers toying with the silver/grey raised pinstripes and surreptitiously smoothed the lace of the hold up stockings that hugged her leg beneath the smooth fabric. At least she would be able to rest for the whole of the next day, she consoled herself a faint smile playing on her lips as she imagined the hot kiss of the shower or a luxurious soak …

The metallic chime preceding the next flight announcement disturbed her imaginings.
She strained to listen for the flight number, her concentration relaxing when she realised that the details had nothing to do with her own imminent journey. She let out a heavy sigh noticing that the sound had attracted the gaze of a tall young man who loitered not far from her. With an apologetic smile she settled back feeling somewhat out of place in the coordinating jacket that hid the silver-grey blouse beneath.

Eager to shed the tension of “work mode” that seemed to be making her whole body ache with fatigue, Bernie raised a hand and pulled impatiently at the clip that held her thick dark hair in a neat chignon. Instantly her tresses tumbled into delightful disarray about her shoulders drawing from her a sigh of relief as she drew her fingers through the strands realising belatedly that the young man’s attention was still focused on her …


Bernie:http://store1.yimg.com/I/spicylingeriestore_1834_78237264

OOC:
Thank you for inviting me to share this with you ... I hope my first post fits what you wanted to do with your story ...

Mari x
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It had been a long week for Chris, this company that he was working for seemed to think that he was a never tiring machine. So far he had been at work for over 50hrs, and it was only Thursday. Then on top of that, Chris's boss had come in to see him the day before and told him that they needed him to take a trip out to LA to help out a new subsidiary that they were starting.

As he sat at the terminal at the airport, Chris groaned to himself. While he enjoyed the extra pay that the trip would net him, he had looked forward to just being able to relax this weeked... looks like that wasn't going to happen. Chris had arrived early for his flight, you never could tell what would happen these days, but everything had gone smoothly and he now found himself just sitting and waiting for his flight to be called.

Earlier, after he had checked in, he noticed a woman sitting not too far away. He didn't take too much notice at first, as she just looked like another person on a business trip. But now, as he looked closer, he found that she was quite attractive with that long brown hair, and beautiful piercing brown eyes. "Oh stop it", thought Chris, "You're on a business trip, and so is she... stop torturing yourself with thoughts that can't happen". Too late, he saw that she had noticed him gazing at her. He quickly picked up a magazine and pretended to be engrossed in an article about the common cold.
 
Her eyes met his. A fleeting contact before he took refuge behind a magazine, seemingly becoming instantly engrossed in one of the articles. Unobserved now, she allowed herself to let her eyes flit assessingly over him.
A business type it seemed, young, impressive height ...
She pulled her thoughts to a halt as she realised she was literally checking out his body.
With a derisory smile she realised she had been away from home too long. It seemed an age since she had left London and had indeed been following a hectic schedule. Travelling across the pond for work sounded so glamorous, yet the reality was far removed from that.

With a sigh, Amanda settled down letting her eyes flutter closed and tried to relax. She couldn't think how long the flight was going to be and very much doubted that she would be able to catch even the briefest nap. Until she had reached her next destination she doubted she would "switch off".

Only when her flight was finally announced did her eyes snap open with an involuntary exclamation.

" ... at last ... "
 
As Chris studied the magazine that he was holding, he could feel the woman's eyes still on him. He wondered if she knew that he was checking her out.... Soon, though, he looked over and saw that she had looked away, and it seemed like she was taking a nap before her flight arrived.

A short while later Chris heard the announcement that his flight had arrived, he looked up, surprised, this was the first time his plane had actually arrived on time. "Oh well", he thought "the quicker I get there and take a look at the plant, the sooner I can get settled in for the weekend".

When the boarding call was announced, Chris stood up, grabbing his carry-on. He glanced over at the woman, and saw that she was gathering her carry-on luggage also. Evidently she was scheduled for the same flight that he was, "great", thought Chris "now I have to pretend like I don't know her from Eve the whole flight, but damn if she is ever good looking...".

Getting on the plane, Chris made his way up to the first class seating, and to the window seat that he had booked for himself. He had been booked on in the coach area, but never had enough room, so usually he always tried to upgrade the ticket to a first class if possible. Finding his seat and settling himself in for the ride, he noticed that the woman was arranging her luggage right across the aisle from him. While tired, he knew that this was going to make it hard for him to sleep at all on the flight out. "I suppose it could be worse, but this is going to make my imagination run wild the whole way there."
 
Check in was blissfully quick. Ontime and prompt ... it was unheard of, but very welcome! Bernie made herself comfortable in the aisle seat. She often preferred the window but at night ... there was nothing to see ... and being at the aisle she could easily slip out of her seat without causing undo disturbance.

Just as she was getting comfortable she saw the young man from the lounge take a seat opposite her. She glanced over as he seated himself then focused on getting herself comfortable. She needed a drink, she decided a coffee as sleep would be out of the question. With a heavy sigh she drew out a book and turned the pages. Mindless fiction ... perhaps that would relax her and make the time go by quicker ...
 
Glancing over at the woman next to him, Chris noticed that she seemed tired but being in the aisle seat, didn't really have anywhere to rest. He decided to go for broke, and see if she wanted to sit next to him. "Excuse me", Chris said to her "I noticed that you looked tired, and the seat next to me is empty. Would you like to come and sit next to the window, and I can take the empty seat next to it on the aisle? Oh, and by the way, my name is Chris".
 
"Excuse me",

Bernie glanced up pulled from the trivial world she had only just managed to immerse herself in, her frown of annoyance turning to a smile as she saw just who it was who had spoken to her.

"I noticed that you looked tired, and the seat next to me is empty.
Would you like to come and sit next to the window, and I can take the empty seat next to it on the aisle?
Oh, and by the way, my name is Chris".


She blinked. He was offering her the seat beside him ... no his seat, the window seat ...
How typical it was only because she looked "tired" she thought with a twinge of thwarted vanity.

"That's very kind ... Chris ... "

She opened her mouth to say she was OK where she was, but amended it slightly.

"I don't need a window seat thanks ... I find it difficult to sleep on these flights ... "

She blushed realising that he must have noted her accent.

"Very different travelling around the US compared to the UK ... "

She told him softly, her eyes meeting his and somewhat reluctant to give the impression she had brushed him off completely.
She glanced at the seat beside him and considered sliding over ... for a brief chat at least ... but decided against it.

"I'm Bernadette ... Bernie ... by the way ... "

She concluded.
 
"I don't need a window seat thanks ... I find it difficult to sleep on these flights ... "

Finding it hard to just turn away from her and go sit down, Chris decided to push just a little bit farther.

"I hope that I'm not being to forward, but it would be nice to have someone to talk to, especially someone as beautiful as you."
 
"I hope that I'm not being to forward, but it would be nice to have someone to talk to ...

Bernie smiled, talking would be a welcome distraction on a flight like this ...

" ... especially someone as beautiful as you."

The compliment took her by surprise. She eyed him suspiciously.
He had just said she seemed tired ... and now ...
She glanced down retrieving her book, wanting to dismiss the comment as idle flattery, but was aware of the young man watching her intently.

"No ... harm in talking ... "

She responded softly still unsure of him.
 
Chris saw an encouraging smile from her, but then somewhat of an unsure look come into her eyes when he complimented her.

"Like I said before, I hope that I'm not being to forward, I don't usually do this, but this is actually a pretty unexpected trip for me. I just thought that talking might be relaxing for both of us..."

"There you go again" Chris though "messing things up by saying somthing inappropriate". That seemed to be the case too often, first there would seem to be some mutual attraction, then he would say something wrong and they'd be back to no interest at all...

He started to turn back to his seat, thinking that he had spoken too soon again.
 
"Like I said before, I hope that I'm not being to forward, I don't usually do this, but this is actually a pretty unexpected trip for me.
I just thought that talking might be relaxing for both of us..."


Bernie watched him as he turned back.

"Do what ... ?"

She enquired. She had already said she was willing to talk.
Was he actually coming onto her!?!?

"... unexpected ... how so ... ?"

She prompted thinking it easier just to chat rather than asking him just what he had meant.
 
"... unexpected ... how so ... ?"

Chris turned back at the question, glad that she was still interested in talking.

"Oh, just that it was getting towards the end of the week, and I was looking forward to a relaxing weekend. This darn trip was hinted at a while ago, but I didn't think that it would come up this soon"

"Should we sit? What about you, what brings you out to the great L.A.?"
 
Bernie listened to his explanation, nodding sympathetically as she learned that this trip had been somewhat thrust upon him last minute.

"Should we sit?"

The invitation was casually made. It seemed natural for her to smile and leaving luggage and book, slide across the aisle, placing her handbag at her feet and take the seat beside him.

"What about you, what brings you out to the great L.A.?"

She chuckled at his question.

"Business ... like you ... but this trip has been in the offing for a long time."

She smiled and eased back comfortably into the seat.

"I've been away for a week and a half now ... and still have about as long to go ... if all goes to plan ... "

She sighed wearily.

"Have you ever been to London Chris?"
 
"Have you ever been to London Chris?"

No, never been there, although I think that it would be a really interesting place to visit. I think that I'd like to visit on my own time instead of just a boring business trip. Whenever you go on business trips, you can't see anything interesting, and only meet stuffy business people"

Chris laughed, remembering some of the trips he had previously gone on.

"Long trip, are you based in London?"
 
"Long trip, are you based in London?"

Bernie nodded.

"Work in the Centre, but live further out ... less hectic there ... I know what you mean about visiting when not on business, you definitely don't get to see anything or anyone outside work ... no down time ... "

That said, she moved to shrug off her jacket and threw it lightly across the aisle to drape her seat. The crisp silver-grey blouse accentuated her curves and narrow waist, the neckline suggested a deep clevage without being obvious.

"How long is this journey anyhow ... I lose track ... "

She queried lightly as she settled back once more.
 
As Bernie moved slightly to take off her jacket, tossing it to cover her belongings across the aisle, Chris swallowed quietly seeing the very slight amount of cleavage that was showing. While her back was turned to toss the jacket, he looked at her carefully, and found a suspicious bulge was beginning to form in his lap. As she turned back, Chris placed a book that he had brought along in his lap in an attempt to hide his apparent arousal.


"How long is this journey anyhow ... I lose track ... "

Chris jerked his head up quickly at the question.

"Oh, umm, about 5 hours I think"

He tried to say something else, but his throat was suddenly dry, and all he could do was clear his throat.
 
"Oh, umm, about 5 hours I think"

Bernie sighed. Every trip seemed to take so long over here. A 5 hour flight from the UK could get her ....
She turned her head drawn out of her musings at the sound of Chris clearing his throat and noticed he seemed somewhat ... uncomfortable ...
Uncertain what was going on she lowered her gaze to see that he held a book on his lap.
So he too came equipped for long boring business journeys.

"Travelling can be ... "

She halted her eyes moving back to the book.
It wasn't that he held it upside down, but more that as if fell aside she became aware of a rather obvious bulge in his trousers.
Her eyes widened.
God he was turned on by her!
She raised her eyes to his, a smile playing on her lips as she looked at him anew.
 
"Travelling can be ... "

Bernie's voice trailed off as she noticed the reason the book was in his lap. "Fuck", he thought "now I've gone and done it". She raised her eyes and they met his. He debated making an excuse to go to the restroom, but figured that would just make things worse.

"I'm sorry"

He stammered, trying his best to look her in the eye.

"It's just that, well, oh the hell with it... The truth is you're very beautiful, and I'm not having much luck concealing the fact that I noticed. Sorry for my language."

He turned back to his book, trying to hide the crimson that was slowly creeping into his face.
 
"I'm sorry ... It's just that, well, oh the hell with it...
The truth is you're very beautiful, and I'm not having much luck concealing the fact that I noticed. Sorry for my language."


Bernie watched his discomfort and smiled at his sudden outburst.
The very fact he wasn't "smooth" and seemed acutely embarrassed drew her sympathy and interest.

"Chris ... ?"

She lay a hand on his arm, a gentle reassuring touch.

"It's .. ok .. I ... "

She smiled and blushed herself.

"I'm flattered ... very ... "
 
"I'm flattered ... very ... "[/QUOTE]

Looking up, a bit surprised, but relieved at the same time, Chris smiled in relief. Reaching out to her arm and returning her touch lightly, he said:

"I hope I didn't embarrass you, I actually noticed you all the way out in the terminal, and didn't talk to you before this for this very reason."

Thankfull that it was at least out in the open, he decided to ask the question that had been bugging him almost ever since he saw her.

"Are you married? Or boyfriend? I'm sure that you get this all the time..."
 
"I hope I didn't embarrass you, I actually noticed you all the way out in the terminal, and didn't talk to you before this for this very reason."

Bernie chuckled as they both seemed to relax.

"Are you married? Or boyfriend? I'm sure that you get this all the time..."

Her eyes widened at his words.

"No ... not all the time ... "

She teased gently.

"I saw you in the terminal too ... but you seemed ... occupied ... "

She glanced down and then determinedly lifted her eyes willing herself NOT to focus on his crotch anymore ...

" ... and no ... not married ... been there, done that ... didn't work ... "

She shrugged dismissively.

" ... no boyfriend ... as such ... no one ... steady ... at least ... "

She turned to eye him curiously.

"How about you ? A girl in every airport ...?"
 
"How about you ? A girl in every airport ...?"

"If only... No, still single, never married, only a couple girlfriend actually"

He tried to sound confident, but with her sitting next to him, it was becoming hard (in more ways than one).

"Any prospects on the line? Or are you happy with being single right now?"
 
"If only... No, still single, never married, only a couple girlfriend actually"

Bernie listened with interest ... a couple of girlfriends?
It seemed that he wasn't very experienced ... it had taken alot of courage to approach her obviously, she realised with a warm glow ...

"Any prospects on the line? Or are you happy with being single right now?"

She laughed then.

"I don't hunt for prospects. I like to keep my options open ... I have no yen to be married again ... "

She shuddered visibly.

"Like you I suspect ... love 'em and leave 'em ... "

She giggled and dismissed her banter.

"Welll ... not reallly but ... no ... I don't go looking for involvement ... not met anyone I wanted to go there with ... "

She looked across at him to see how he was reacting to her replies.
 
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