On the way back home after another grueling work trip, I laid my suit over the top of my carry-on. I looked at the bartender and ordered another beer.

She was in her mid-twenties, and she held herself well. Her shoulders were back, almost in a proud manner. She was about five foot three with long blonde hair and sun-kissed skin. Her figure was hard to depict as she wore a white collared shirt with only the top button undone and a brown vest over that.

I thought, Well, I should strike up a conversation. Probably going to get delayed again.

I said, “Hi there. Krissy, is it?”

She said, “Yes, how are you? Can I get something else for you?”

I replied, “No, just a pleasant chat will do.”

Stopping, she looked me over. I thought I was not the guy she expected to hear that from. I am 35, single and work for a consulting firm. I am five foot nine and about one hundred and sixty pounds.

I asked, “Why you here in lovely Phoenix?”

Krissy said, “I am here for work." 

We talked for five minutes back and forth. The grasp of the conversation was just getting to know each other.

Over the P.A. system announced the closure of airports in the southeast as the hurricane was about to hit.

Of course, my flight to Tampa was canceled. I sent a text to our office and had them reschedule.

Krissy asked, “Was that your flight?”

I told her, “Yes. I am here for a while now.”

Krissy said, “I am off in fifteen minutes. I just must cash out the drawer. If umm. You’re Interested we can get a bite to eat, if you want to.”

I interrupted, “Yes, absolutely. That way I get a tour of lovely Phoenix. How could I pass up a free tour?”

Krissy scurried away with a slight smirk, cashing out her other customer and her drawer. She then disappeared behind the double swinging doors.

I sipped the last bit of my beer, awaiting her to reappear. A few moments passed, and I watched the swinging doors with anticipation. At a tap on my shoulders, I turned to see she was behind me smiling, she changed her outfit and looked like a goddess.

Now with a blue Cammy super tight, I could see she was hiding an amazing figure, the slightest reveal of her midriff, what had to be D breast, a pair of cutoff shorts, and cowboy boots.  

As I followed her through the concourse, she slipped through the employee exit towards the parking lot. We got to her blue Jeep that matched her shirt.

She yelled, "Get in, city boy. I am going to show you the real Phoenix.”

I asked, “So what are we doing?”

She said, “Heading to my hometown.”

The drive was about an hour and a half. We got up to her driveway to a slightly run-down country home in Cottonwood.

There was a barn we passed as we pulled in a gravel drive that went through her property to an old country home. It was slightly open, yet a few trees draped over the one side which led towards the barn and an open field.

I asked, “What are our plans here?”

She said, “I will show you. You won't forget this layover, I promise.”

Her voice was enticing when she spoke. The more she talked the more seductive it became. Sliding from the Jeep like a graceful dancer I watched as her luscious breast bounced beneath her tight Cammy. I followed as she led me towards her door, contemplating ways to strike up a new conversation.

Entering her home was an immediate surprise. Her large fireplace was very neat and tidy with two large sofas and no television.

It wasn't what I expected, the house was deceptively large compared to what I saw from outside. Kitchen and dining room to the left a hallway directly ahead, and hardwood floors with a light natural color. It looked as if it hadn’t changed its decor in one hundred-plus years.

Krissy asked, “What's your poison.?”

I replied, “Beer, please.”

She returned with two bottles that were already open Then said, “Let’s get into something more comfortable; we are going for a walk.”

I replied, "Um, I only have my work clothes.”

She came up real close, slid her hands to my waist, untucked my shirt, unbuttoning each button slowly, looking me in the eyes. Her eyes entangled in mine, almost reading my thoughts. The scent of lavender perfume permeated the air. Her brown eyes, blonde hair, smooth, clear complexion. The light eye shadow emphasis to her light caramel-colored brown eyes.

It was easy to see her nipples pressing firmly on her shirt attempting to escape.

Krissy whispered, “Now off with those pants.”

Reluctantly, I did as I was told to. Standing in front of her a bit bewildered as I thought this only happens in movies Now all I had left on were boxers and socks.

She asked me, “Are you ready?” As she backed away to examine what she revealed.

I replied, “Yes, but-”

Before I could finish my sentence, she said, “I am going to match your apparel.”

She stood a foot or so away and kicked off her boots, peeled off her shorts to reveal a small baby blue-colored thong, and pulled her Cammy off over her head, almost in slow motion, releasing her large breasts. Captivated by her boldness, I stood in amazement. Like a schoolboy seeing his first pair.

She said, “Let's just stay on the trail; there are snakes out here.”

As I approached the door, she took the lead. I was scanning her each step we took, watching her as her breasts swayed. Her bare ass cheeks swung from side to side as she led to a clearing.

I asked, “Doesn't this make you nervous? Someone could see you.”

She said, "Nope, we are in the middle of nowhere, free as a bird to do what we want.”

She came in close and grabbed my cock, looking me in the eyes. With her left hand, she reached around my neck and gave me a kiss. One I didn't think I would ever experience.   

Her lips wrapped around mine as her tongue slipped in for a taste. I stiffened; I could feel my cock extend trying to peek out the hole of my boxers. Her grip tightened around the enlargement. Slow firm stroke followed by a hiss of acknowledgement.

She began to breathe heavily as she released and slid down my chest, kissing each step she journeyed. Stopping around my waist, she removed my boxers. She kissed the area where the band was slowly going left until she reached my leg.

I was at a loss she is so forward. I figured I might as well join in. I dropped down before she could make it any further. It was my turn to act.

Repositioning myself on the ground between her legs and slipped her thong to the side revealing a pair of narrow lips glistening with what can only be called nectar from the gods. She slid forward positioning her beautiful lips directly on my face, dropping down to explore her options.

I pulled her in and began to lick on her clitoris and slid in one finger, feeling her buck as I did so, and I began to slide it around inside of her. Swirling in circular motion until I hit her g spot, her tunnel filled with succulent nectar. The taste of it as I flicked my tongue faster, sopping it up with each flick.

She began to moan, stopping what she was doing, then said, “Stop.”

She paused for a second, then said, "No, don't stop.”

Her legs were tightening around my head. I couldn't hear a thing. I kept doing what I was doing. Then I added a second and then a third finger until I felt her tightening like a vise.

I pulled my finger from her, releasing a mighty flow of her precious nectar all over my face.

She turned breathing heavily and showed exhaustion.

She then said, “Let’s go back inside. It’s my turn.”