The Trade Show Pt. 01

"Do you want a coffee, Sarah?" Dalton asked his boss as he set his luggage down next to the row of chairs at the airport gate.

Peeking over her laptop screen at her newest employee she responded, "Sure, use my company card since you haven't gotten yours yet. I'd love a vanilla latte."

"Hopefully, I will get my own soon. I feel bad having to borrow yours all the time."

Sarah shut her laptop and sighed. "I hope you do too. You know we are still short staffed in our finance department since Joe left last month."

Dalton walked over to the coffee shop in the airport terminal thinking about his new job and how it's gone so far. This was to be his first work trip. Having only been on the job 6 months, he still felt inexperienced and in over his head. Needing a job badly, he had applied and gotten a job as Junior Market Research Analyst with Spruce Mining and Forestry, after hopping from low paying job to low paying job after college. SMF was based out of a medium-sized town in eastern Kentucky. The pay was great and the team seemed friendly enough. He didn't know a lot about the mining or forestry industry, but he had slowly been picking it up over the last few months.

His coffee order was called, so he started back towards the gate Sarah was seated at. His boss, Sarah Reynolds, was the Director of Market Research for the company and had apparently been at the company for at least 15 years. A professional woman in her mid 40s, with long dark hair that she kept neatly tied back at all times. She had a slim, but not too skinny, build. An active lifestyle and exercise routine kept her youthful. Her wardrobe seemed to always be suited for the office, but form fitting clothing, such as dresses and skirts, suited her body the best. Today, she was sporting a set of black slacks that fit perfectly in all the right places, paired with a white blouse, buttoned up not quite far enough.

As Dalton neared their spot, he couldn't help but study her closer, noticing her blouse was hanging loosely away from her breasts as she leaned over to study a report on her computer screen. He was drawn to the long, gold necklace that draped down between her breasts and disappeared further below her neckline.

"Thank you for the coffee, Dalton." She said very curtly, pulling her shirt up and readjusting to cover herself. Dalton had been staring longer than he thought; his face turning red to match his hair. He started to apologize but she cut him off by turning the laptop towards him as she took the coffee and her card back.

"Let's go over our schedule again before we start boarding, since I just talked to Corey a few minutes ago while you were gone."

Corey was the regional salesperson for the Colorado area and would be the one picking them up from the airport in Denver when they landed.

Sarah started, "Corey is going to pick us up after we land in Denver later today. We will be getting in fairly early in the day, due to the time change, so he mentioned possibly taking us up the mountain to sightsee before going to the hotel."

She brushed a few stray hairs out of her face and continued, "Tomorrow is the first day of the show, so we will need to leave the hotel around 8 to get there early enough to start walking around meeting the vendors. On Wednesday, we are to meet with our supplier for chains and fasteners, Leyton Steelworks. George is a great guy. They have a booth on the third floor of the convention center."

Sarah gestured to her carry-on and winked saying "I have a little surprise to hopefully get us better prices in the future. The finest Kentucky bourbon I could find. Local distillery only a few miles from the office."

"Friday we fly home, so you shouldn't miss any weekend plans you have."

The gate attendant then announced their boarding group, so they gathered their items and headed inside the plane.

The flight was fairly uneventful until they started to land. The pilot announced they would be hitting some minor turbulence on descent. Sarah and Dalton were seated next to each other, only conversing sparsely, as Sarah was taking advantage of the in-flight wifi to send emails. Once the pilot announced the turbulence and she had to put her things away, Dalton noticed she seemed very tense and pale. The plane shook and groaned, but through that he could feel her trembling in her seat. Suddenly, the plane lurched down then up again sharply, Sarah's breath caught in her throat and she gasped a little. Her hand shot out and gripped Dalton's firmly as she shut her eyes. Dalton didn't know what to do other than let her hold his arm, which she did until they safely landed and she opened her eyes. Only then did she seem to realize what she had done and quickly withdrew her hand, damp with nervous perspiration. Sarah muttered a quiet "Sorry, Dalton" as they sat in awkward silence, as other passengers filed out of the plane. Sarah stood up and pulled her bags out of the overhead compartment and stood in the aisle as Dalton followed behind her. As they moved down the aisle and the passengers behind moved forward, Dalton got pushed into Sarah, his cock already firm from his experience with Sarah gripping his arm. He pressed into her ass, unable to move out of the way. Dalton apologized, but Sarah only looked away and smiled to herself, feeling how large he was against her. Eventually, the line was able to move along and they got off the plane.

After collecting their baggage, they met Corey outside at the passenger pickup area. Corey Price was a middle aged man, a seasoned salesperson with some experience in the mining industry. Having worked in coal and mineral mines for 20 years before joining SMF as a salesperson, he had a rough but charming personality.

"Glad to finally meet you in person, boy. Sarah has told me good things about you. Hope you stick around longer than most people at this damn company."

Sarah snapped her head around and glared at Corey. "Please do not scare off my new employees, Mr. Price."

"Alright, alright. I'll be nice. Are you guys ready to go up the mountain? I know of a great restaurant up top near one of the resorts..."

After a winding long drive up one of the local mountains, the trio stepped out of the SUV and walked into a brewery perched above the landscape below. They talked about Corey's family and his kids, along with plans for the trade show in the coming days, and who they are to meet with. They ate their meal and had a couple beers, sampling the local brews.

Dalton turned to look out the window towards the west to appreciate the view.

"Hey guys, is that a storm rolling in? I thought it was supposed to be good weather this week."

Corey turned towards the dark clouds coming their way and gave a quick "Yep. We need to go; that's a snowstorm. It's much colder up here than down in the city."

They piled into the car and started down the road, back towards the path down the mountain, but were swiftly stuck in a traffic jam. The clouds rolled in and the snow started to fall, thick wet flakes piled up around them. Other motorists started to get out and put tire chains on their vehicles. They crept towards the road down and passed through a checkpoint inspecting vehicles for either tire chains or 4-wheel-drive with snow tires. Fortunately, Corey's SUV still had his winter tires on and they were allowed through. The going was slow. The snow getting thicker as they followed the cars down the road. The GPS navigation estimated arrival time to their hotel just kept going up as traffic slowed to a stall.

After 30 minutes of traffic at a dead halt, snow starting to pile against the vehicles ahead of them, they realized they may be here a while. Corey tuned in to the local AM radio emergency broadcast station as the team listened in.

"WARNING: Highway to Lionel Resort area closed due to weather and pileup involving two 18 wheeler trucks. Efforts to clear the roadway are not expected to be completed till 7 AM Tuesday morning after the storm passes."

Sarah cursed to herself, "Shit, we NEED to get back to Denver asap."

Corey pretty bluntly states "Sarah, I think we are going to be stuck here tonight. In the car."

Dalton then realized he had not packed a single article of warm clothing. "I don't have anything warm packed! How are we going to stay warm? We don't have enough gas to keep the car running till morning."

Corey replied with "Well, I do have a couple blankets in the back, just in case of emergencies. We should be ok, just a little hungry."

The trio then settled in, resigned to their fate, for the night. Chatting about anything they could think of. Sarah then blurted out "Fuck it. Dalton, reach back and hand me my bag." Once he had passed her bag to her, she promptly pulled out the bourbon meant for the supplier. She cracked the seal and opened it, taking a long sip and coughing as she returned the cap, before passing it to Corey. "Not like we are going anywhere anytime soon. Might as well have a drink to pass the time."

Dalton, Corey, and Sarah then passed the bottle around, as they shared stories of their lives. Corey giving insight into his time in the mines, Sarah speaking of her dad's forestry business and how she got into data analysis, and Dalton recounting tales of college a few years prior.

As the night wore on, Sarah decided to move into the back seat across from Dalton since they wanted to play cards. Apparently Corey always kept a pack with him, a leftover habit from his time in the mines.

The temperature started to drop as the sun went down and the snow piled up. Sarah shivered in her thin business casual outfit. Dalton reached into the back of the car and pulled out one of the large blankets Corey mentioned. He reached back to get a second one, but came up empty. Corey cursed to himself, saying he must have taken one out at some point.

"You guys can use that blanket. I have my jacket and thicker pants on." Corey said from the driver's seat.

Sarah drunkenly gazed at Dalton and said "I hope you don't mind sharing with me. I know this isn't very professional but I personally don't want to freeze to death." As she said that, a small smirk seemed to pass across her lips.

Dalton replied with "It's fine with me. I also don't want to freeze." His heart jumped as she replied "Good" and scooted up next to him, wrapping the blanket around both of them.

Corey took a few long, hard chugs from the whiskey bottle, then stated he was going to step out and find somewhere in the woods to do his business.

Once Corey left, Sarah laid her head on Dalton's shoulder and said "I really am glad you joined our team. I think you have been a great hire, and I hope you stay with us long-term."

Dalton's heart raced, "I- I'm glad I got this job too Sarah." His mind racing, not knowing what to do. This was his boss with her head on his shoulder, both of them intoxicated, but she also smelled so nice and her body was warm.

Sarah remarked on how her hands were freezing and so she pulled them under the blanket. Dalton took a risk and stated "You can put them under my shirt to warm them up. I don't want you to get frostbite."

Sarah gave him a coy smile and then he felt her hands slide under the hem of his shirt. Her hands were in fact freezing. She stroked his chest, as her hands warmed up. She shivered a little and scooted even closer. Her hands continued to move around, rubbing his muscular chest. She whispered in his ear "I'm glad you're so warm. Thank you."

Then she slid her hands lower past his stomach. She snaked her fingers between his pants waistband and his body, but his belt was too tight to allow anything further.

"Sarah, what are you doing? You're my boss!"

She withdrew a little and then whispered again, "I saw the way you were looking at me earlier. Don't deny this excites you. Am I correct?"

Dalton's breath caught in his throat, taken off guard by the older woman's advances. He whispered back "I'm not very sneaky, am I?" as he reached his hand under her shirt. Surprisingly she had already removed her bra; she must have done so when he wasn't looking.

As his hands rubbed across her nipples[1], she let out a soft moan in his ear. Suddenly, his belt felt much tighter.

Sarah reached her hand down again, this time undoing his belt, pants button, and zipper. Her hand pressed around Dalton's cock and started to stroke it up and down while her breath rapidly increased on his neck. Dalton was rock hard and started to reach over into Sarah's pants, but the driver door of the car suddenly slammed open.

Corey stumbled back into his seat, words slurring about how drunk he was and then promptly fell asleep while softly snoring. Dalton quickly started to withdraw his hand from Sarah's waist but she grabbed his wrist and whispered in his ear "Shhhh, just be quiet..."

Dalton once again moved his hand further across her stomach and down into her pants. He was met with wetness nearly instantly. Sarah continued to stroke his cock under the blanket, as he moved his finger inside her, taking care to rub her clit softly in tune with her quiet moans near his ear.

They stroked and fingered in tandem ever so quietly under the blanket, until Sarah tensed her body and started to quiver and then climax. Quickly after, Dalton also came very hard and filled his underwear with hot cum. Sarah continued to stroke him as he became soft, then withdrew her hand. She whispered "Thank you" and then licked her fingers clean before rolling over and drifting off to sleep cuddled up to Dalton.

Dalton soon followed, the whiskey overwhelming his racing mind that was wondering if he was dreaming or not.

The next morning they were awoken by a highway patrol officer knocking on the window, letting them know the road was now cleared.

Sarah swiftly sat up, straightened her hair some, and moved back to the front seat as Corey pulled off. They made it to the hotel a short time later. After checking in to their respective hotel rooms, getting a shower, and a new set of clothes, they met up again to set off towards the convention center. Sarah didn't say a word about last night, so Dalton didn't either.

[1]Write something about her bra