The Green Green Grass of Home-DGH

They were both of dark complexion. She was a stunning looking woman with long black hair and dark brown eyes. By what I could see, she was wearing a somewhat short dress that was slightly above her knees. They spoke Spanish to each other but she did speak English to me when she told me their names.

As the plane left the airport, most of the cabin lights were off. Hector leaned against the window and went to sleep. Anna talked to me a little while; I loved listening to her voice. She mentioned that she and Hector had left a party before getting on the plane. That was why she was still dressed up. Hector drank too much and she thought he would probably sleep through the flight home.

She asked me if it was all right to put the armrest between us up. When she leaned against her husband to rest, it would push against her hip. I told her I had no problem with that. As she leaned toward her husband, her dress slid up even higher on her thighs. I saw her looking at me checking out her ass. She just gave me a little smile.

I put my hand on my thigh. By then Anna's butt was up against me. I couldn't help but move my hand against her naked upper thigh. She felt so soft. I figured if she complained that I would just apologize seeing she was pressed against my leg.

After about ten minutes of me rubbing her thigh, she sat up and said that she needed to use the rest room. I was worried at first that she was going to complain about my hand on her thigh. She just smiled and said she would be right back.

When she returned I got up so she could sit back in her seat. Before I sat down, she asked me if I could get a couple of small blankets out of the overhead compartments. I handed them to her and she took the first one and covered her husband. The other one she used to cover her lap and mine. She reached over, took my hand in hers, and put it between her legs. It was then I realized she had taken off her panties.

She put her finger to her lips to let me know to be quiet. I could feel her bush. In my mind, I could picture this full black bush. She put one leg on my lap and spread her legs as I pushed my fingers into her wet cunt. With her left hand, she reached into my lap and unzipped my pants. I quickly helped her by pulling my pants open so she could grab my very hard cock.

Here we were two strangers in the night masturbating each other. Me with two fingers buried into her cunt with her husband sleeping right next to her. If anyone walked by us, they could easily tell what we were doing. I wished I could fuck her but there just wasn't any way. She was jacking me off in a slow methodical way.

I could feel myself getting ready to come. She must have felt it too. With her free hand, she handed me some tissues that she must have gotten from the restroom. I put them over my cockhead as she jacked me off to completion. It felt great; I just hoped that the tissues caught most of my cum.

She continued to hold onto my cock while I kept finger fucking her. I felt her pussy tighten up and she must have had a series of small orgasms. Her pussy gripped my fingers so hard that it hurt. When she finished with her spasms, she loosened her pussy and I could feel the wetness of her orgasm on my fingers.

She released my cock, took some more tissues, and pushed them against her cunt. I pulled my very wet fingers out of her and wiped them on the blanket. I put my finger under my nose and smelled her fragrance. She looked at me, smiled and then put her fingers in her mouth and licked some of my cum off them.

I did my best to put my cock back in my pants. She leaned against her husband and went to sleep. I found myself waking up a couple of hours later with my hand back on her pussy. I quickly took it off her as she was waking up and it was almost time for the plane to land. She got up and used the restroom. When she returned I again stood up so she could sit down. As she was sitting, I could see she had her panties back on.

Hector was awake as the stewardess came through offering coffee or juice. I had already put the cum stained blanket under my seat. That was the only time I had ever had any kind of sex on a plane. I often wondered if I should ride coach more often. Anna is now a distant memory but one I will never forget.

****

I went to sleep and woke to the phone ringing. I left a message with the front desk for a wake-up call. After answering it, I headed for the shower and got dressed. As I was leaving the motel, I couldn't help but look into the exercise room. There was Mary and Jackie doing their routines already. They both looked good but I couldn't help stare at Mary. I didn't bother them as I headed out for my meeting.

For the next couple of months everything was back to normal. Rose told me that they were interviewing secretaries that would be with me when traveling. We had decided it would be better always to have the same assistant. They would get used to our routine and we wouldn't have to constantly train them.

I left it up to human resources to find an assistant but Rose and I would make the final decision since she would be working with us.

Rose knocked on my door. "Myron, can you give me a minute? I have something to show you."

"Rose, I always have time for you; what do you have there?"

"It's an application for the secretary position. I think you might want to see it."

"Isn't personnel handling that?" I asked.

"Yes they are but they sent this one up to us. The woman is waiting outside my office."

"I don't understand. Why did they send her up here instead of interviewing her along with the other applicants?"

"It's because of her references, Mr. Brock. She has named you as one of her references."

"What? She named me? Who is she?"

"Mary Harmon, Myron, she is an airline stewardess, very beautiful and according to her resume, she has the qualifications. Do you want to see her or should I send her back down to human resources?"

My God, I thought. It must be Mary, the stewardess that I met on the plane. I do remember telling her and her friend Jackie that if they ever needed a recommendation, not to hesitate to ask. I've given hundreds of cards away; this is the only time I have ever got a reply for assistance.

"Rose, please send her in and hold any calls. She is an old friend."

"... and a very pretty one at that," Rose said and laughed as she went to get Mary.

Mary entered the room and thanked me for seeing her; she was as beautiful as ever. She was dressed in business attire with a dark blue top and skirt just above her knees.

"Please sit down Mary and tell me exactly why you are here."

"Well, Myron, I mean Mr. Brock, as you know I was, and still am, a stewardess. I wanted to see the world and maybe some day find the right man and settle down. It let me travel the world all right, but all I saw was airports and motels. I hardly ever had time to enjoy the surroundings.

"I saw this position for a traveling secretary and thought it would be a great opportunity for me. I meet the qualifications and I have good people skills. I'm not married or engaged so I won't be complicating any relationship."

"Mary, why did you use my name as a reference?"

"I'm sorry but I thought you said it would be okay to use it. I felt that your name as a reference would give me an edge. I've learned that people respect others in power. If you want me to remove your name from my resume, I'll do so."

"No, I told you that it was okay to use my name and I meant it. I was just surprised to see you here at this firm. Did you know that if you got the position that you will be traveling with me? You would be my assistant on the road."

"Oh my god, no, I didn't know that. I'm sorry ..."

"No need to be sorry. I think you could be an asset to our business. I do have to say that I look at you differently then human resources or my secretary Rose might."

"I don't understand."

"It's not necessary for you to understand the workings of my mind," I replied and laughed. "I want Rose to interview you and see what she thinks, seeing you will be working closely with her. I just want to say it was very nice seeing you again."

Mary smiled and I could see the true beauty in her face. There was nothing phony about her. I just knew I wasn't going to make the final decision. This needed a business decision and I might be thinking with my emotions.

I asked Rose to come in and told her that I wanted her to personally interview Mary and explain what her duties would be if we were to hire her. Rose knew me well enough to know that I was going to abide by her decision.

Mary thanked me once again for seeing her and then the two women headed to the outer office to continue the interview.

A little while later Rose came in to talk with me. "So, Rose, what did you think of Mary?"

"She's a natural; beautiful, smart, dresses well and one of the nicest personalities I have ever come across. She picked up on everything I showed her the first time."

"So, why the look of worry on your face? Is there some negative facts I need to know?"

"You Myron. I will guarantee that if she travels with you that you will fall in love with her. I don't see how the two of you could be together and not be intimate. I would hate to see this young woman get hurt. She is so genuine. I've never before met anyone that I could say that about."

"Anything else you want to say, Rose?"

"If you take her on the trips with you, you won't need dating services for dinner engagements. Mary is as pretty as she is smart. I guess the company would save money just in escort services alone." Rose grinned as she spoke.

"What's the bottom line Rose? We hire her or not? I'll do my best to keep everything on a business level. If not I'll marry her." I laughed but deep inside I think I meant it.

"She deserves the position and the company would be lucky to have her. Just watch your step and please don't hurt her," said Rose.

"Rose, I have no intention of hurting her. Call her tomorrow and let her know she got the position. Inform human resources that we hired her and that she will be in to fill out her papers. You may want to see if she needs to give a notice to the airlines. I think she will want to do right by them if she is as ethical as you say."

I was right about her being ethical. She was appreciative that she was able to give the airline a proper notice. Her first day on the job she seemed so happy. She wanted to learn and spend a lot of time helping Rose with the ever-increasing workload.

It was two weeks before we had our first trip. It was a two-day conference on the west coast. I knew Mary was nervous but I did my best to put her at ease. We talked about her past job as a flight attendant and she told me about her family. She was an only child and her parents lived about five miles from her apartment. She saw them as often as she could.

They were very supportive and happy for her in her new position. She laughed when she said her mom told her that maybe she could find a rich man and settle down. Her mom sounded a lot like mine.

Sitting next to her on the plane was great. She was a pleasure to be with, always asking questions, wanting to do everything just right.

We'd already discussed that when we were alone she could call me Myron, but in business situations, she needed to use Mr. Brock. I explained to her that the company would pay for most of her expenses while she was traveling with me. They took care of her room, meals, and anything needed for business. Any private purchases would be her own expenses unless it was something requested by me.

She said she wasn't sure what I meant so I told her I'd explain it to her if and when the time came. It had to do with dinners or parties if we were invited to them.

We checked into our motel before going to the company offices. We had separate rooms that were on the same floor. After freshening up, we took our rental car and headed to the offices. She was very professional and took notes then made copies of all the necessary documents. At the end of the day, she asked if she could use one of the computers so she could send all the information to Rose.

She saved us a lot of time by getting the information back to Rose so quickly. I had to wonder why some of the other assistants never thought of it. It was evening and I invited Mary to dinner. We ate at the motel and talked over our days activities. It felt so nice just being there with her. I was almost sad when we retired for the night.

The next morning she rang my room and said she was going to the exercise room and wanted to know where she should meet me. I told her we would meet for a light breakfast in about an hour and a half.

Our day went very similar to the first. She was doing an excellent job. I did notice that a number of men would stop her and talk to her in the halls. It did bother me just a bit but she always came back bubbly and happy.

When I mentioned dinner, she asked if I would mind if she went into the city. She wanted to go and see the French section. I asked if she would mind if I came with her.

She smiled, "I'd love for you to come with me. I just didn't want to break up your usual routine."

We had a great time and it felt so different. I felt more as if I was on a vacation. We even had a couple of drinks before heading back to our motel. Mary asked me if I wanted to exercise with her in the morning. I decided why the hell not and we agreed to meet in the exercise room at seven. Again, I felt sad when our day was over and I headed back to my room.

From then on, I went to the exercise room with her whenever we were traveling. I usually rode the stationary bike or the treadmill. I always got more worked up watching Mary exercise than doing it myself. I know she noticed but never said anything about it. If there were other people using the equipment she would use a lot less motion. That's how I knew she was doing it for my benefit.

We'd been traveling together for about two months and it was great. I loved being with her. I just wished we could become closer and more intimate. I didn't want to make any advances toward her and ruin the relationship and trust we had going.

My parents were going to have a fiftieth wedding anniversary party. I invited a few of the top executives in the company as well as Rose and her husband. Rose asked me if I was going to invite Mary.

"Do you think I should?"

"Myron, she's your personal assistant. I think she might feel a bit offended if she wasn't asked. Besides, I think it's time your mom and dad met her."

"Okay, ask Mary to come see me, and thanks Rose."

Mary came in, "Yes, Myron, you asked to see me?"

"Mary, my parents are having an anniversary bash at the local lodge. I was wondering if you would like to attend. Rose and her husband will be there as well as a few executives. It will be next Saturday."

"I'd love to go; is it casual or dress up? Do I call you Myron or Mr. Brock? Will I be driving myself there or will I be riding with someone else?"

"Easy Mary, Rose will fill you in on the details. I'm just happy you will be attending. It's their fiftieth wedding anniversary."

Mary was excited and so was I. I knew my parents would have a ton of questions for me once they met Mary. I would get a ton more because of her age and beauty. I guess this was step one in moving forward.

Rose had decided it would probably be best if Mary rode with her and her husband Phil. She said it wouldn't be right for Mary to come alone and if I picked her up it just might draw too much attention.

The dress code for the party was very casual but Mary looked beautiful. My mom was the first to ask Rose who Mary was the minute they walked in the door. When Rose told mom that Mary was my traveling assistant, the questions began to roll out.

You have to understand that my mom is a wonderful person and would do anything in the world for most anyone. She did have a tendency to be nosy, to put it mildly. She asked Mary all the basic questions. Where did she work before? How old was she, married or single, and did she have any kids. She must have asked a dozen other questions.

Mary answered everything without a pause. I found out later that Rose told Mary about mom and that she might ask many questions. I decided it was time to save Mary. I walked over to her and mom and said, "Enough for now, Mom. Mary is my traveling assistant and I am fond of her. Now leave the poor girl alone and let her enjoy the party." Mom looked at Mary and then over at me, "Myron, I like this girl a lot. You need a woman like her." I looked over at Mary and saw the sweetest smile.

Then she met my dad. He thought Mary was a very sexy woman. That was his description. I told him that I was twenty-three years older than she was and he came out and said "Big deal, Myron, she's a keeper. I've been around for a long time Son, and believe me I know."

They started playing music and I asked Mary to dance. Having her in my arms was great. I loved the scent of her perfume. She told me it was White Diamonds. She danced with dad while I took a turn with my mom. My sister and brother both asked me if she was my girlfriend. I told them she was my assistant. My sister said, "That wasn't the question Myron. We can tell she cares for you and we are wondering if you feel the same."

"To be honest, I like her a lot. It's just that she is so much younger," I replied.

"Forget about the age," said May, my sister. "Go with your heart Myron. If you think she's about money, there is always a pre nuptial agreement. Just remember, you're not getting any younger."

After the party, Mary thanked my mom and dad for the invitation. They in turn said that they hoped to see her a lot more often. I think they meant that statement for me. I thanked Mary for coming and then told her I would see her on Monday. I waved goodbye to Rose and Phil as they all left.

Before I went home my dad looked at me and said, "She's a keeper Son; don't think too long about her."

****

It was about two months and five trips later when I knew I would be attending a dinner engagement besides the meeting. On our flight over, I mentioned to Mary that I had something to discuss with her.

"Mary, I have a dinner engagement to go to after the meeting today. I will be honest with you here. I usually call an escort service to find a woman to have dinner with and take to the party. I was wondering if you might want to attend this dinner with me instead. Don't feel you have to go if you're uncomfortable with it."

"I think I need a little more explanation of what's expected of me."

"Most of these businessmen bring their mistresses or someone from the escort service. A few take their wives. Instead of being my assistant, you will be my date. You know, you'll kind of have to act like you're happy to be with me and care for me a little."

"Myron, I do care for you and I wouldn't have to act. You mean a lot to me. I feel safe with you and trust you. If you want me on your arm, I would be happy to be your date for tonight. I should tell you that I didn't bring any type of formal or dating clothes, though."

"That's fine. There are stores near where we are staying and I'll buy you whatever you need. Anytime you are my date, I'll take care of the expenses."

I had Mary leave the meeting early and she went back to shop for a dress. I did tell her that I preferred sexy, not slutty. She laughed and said she had no intention of dressing like a slut.

That evening I put on my suit and called her room to see if she was ready. She said she was but she felt like she needed a necklace or something. When she opened her door, she looked absolutely gorgeous. She had on a blue dress that had a vee shape showing a portion of her breasts. The dress ended about three inches above her knees. Her hair was down around her shoulders and her perfume smelled intoxicating.