Author’s Note: This one’s 100% true, (names are changed) so enjoy the ride…. As a professional type, (psychologist) continuing education is something you never escape. At least twice a year I’m doing seminars or short classes to keep up on the latest developments. I kind of envy my husband as he’s a graphic artist who simply reads blogs and magazines to keep up on the latest info about his work. The latest program I needed to take was being offered in only a few places, none of them close to home, so hubby and I sat down to determine the best option for me as far as him being Mr. Mom to our little girl, travel time, etc. “Ugh, Milwaukee in November just doesn’t sound like fun. Gonna be cold, miserable, and I hate the Packers, why would I want to go there?” He chuckled at that. “Well, the weather will be better in Phoenix, that’s for sure, it’ll be the easiest flight, too. Direct from SeaTac unless I’m mistaken.” “Yeah, but I’m no desert girl, I like my greenery. You might think I’m crazy, but what do you think of New York City?” He frowned. “It’ll be a longer flight, more expensive for your hotel, more hassles, and a lot of other things.” “Yes, but we’ve only been there for layovers, and I’d love to see it. Shopping at Barney’s, Sak’s, Bloomingdale’s, etc? What’s not to like for a girl like me?” He laughs out loud at that, knowing full well I’ll come back with at least two new pairs of shoes. “How much time off do you actually get for shopping, not that you couldn’t make the most of a twenty minute break?” “The class is over at four, give me from four thirty to seven thirty over the ten days? Girl can get an AWFUL lot of shopping done…” “Well, do take the time to eat and call us regularly. We’ll miss you, big time!” Of course they will and I’ll miss them even more. My little girl is growing so fast and I love them both so much. However, the job does require this sort of stuff and I’ve resigned myself to it, so I might as well make the best of it, no? Plans are made, and hubby is ready to be Mr. Mom, promising to handle everything perfectly with her, and she understands that Mommy has to be go to a school far away but I”ll return soon enough. The promise of a surprise helps as of course a New York souvenir will be brought back. We don’t spoil her, but a steady diet of small things from other places (never more than a dollar or two) piques her interest in “other places to learn about”. She knows the Empire State Building is in NY, that the Golden Gate is in San Francisco, and that The Eiffel Tower is in Paris. Better yet, she wants to see places like that. I have an early morning flight, but I ah, don’t get as much sleep as I’d like due to my still hunky hubby giving me one of the best oral sex sessions in ages. He takes me to orgasm 5 solid times, before finishing up with a great classic missionary fucking for my last one and his. We curl up together after a quick shower and drift off to sleep. I love my family more than anything, but travel is fun, New York City! Coney Island, shopping, Nathan’s Hot Dogs, real delis, and I imagine I’ll be able to find plenty Başakşehir escort bayan of different Gewürtztraminers, my favorite wine. Plus, they usually start decorating the city for Christmas early in November, so it should be pretty neat. Morning comes all too soon, and I have to leave my baby and my husband. We’ve had various separations for business trips over the years, and it’s always the same, tears on my part. With hugs and kisses, I enter the terminal and check in. I saw them less than five minutes ago and I already miss them? Security is it’s usual pain, but my scan doesn’t go right and it’s time for the pat down, but a pleasant looking young woman is assigned to it and she gives me a “sorry, but it’s my job” smile. I go for a laugh and moan quietly during the search and give her a wink. She gives a chuckle and thanks me for being a good sport. Too bad she’ll never know it’s not a problem at all, if she’d looked like Sandra Bullock, I’d have been thrilled to offer her a more intense search. Whoops, where was I? An hour later and one horribly overpriced croissant later, I’m aboard. Window seat is mine as my usual choice, and I love to watch take offs and landings. Our route to Chicago doesn’t allow me to see our area, but oh well, I wave in the direction of my family. My seatmate is an older woman who’s heading to Chicago for a continuing education jaunt in the physical therapy field, so we swap stories about the education trips, etc. and before I know it, we’re in Chicago. It’s a short layover, and then it’s back aboard for the final leg to New York. My seatmate is a twenty-something guy who seems to think I’m a cougar on the prowl. Flattering, but sorry kiddo, even if I was, you’re not my type at all. I like my guys older than me. Not…young enough to be my kids…ick. However, I’m a good sport and flirt with him as he’s a pretty pleasant guy. The flight passes quickly as well, and as I collect my luggage, I realize I’d messed up the time zones, and I’ve got a full two hours before I check into the hotel. I’m being reimbursed for the flight and hotel and some expenses, but heck, I’ll spring for it. I grab a cab and tell him to drive me around the city as my unofficial tour guide. I luck out, he’s a native, name of Richie, and a proud product of the Bronx. He shows me around, points things out, gives me pointers on the best damn pizza in the city, the best steak, and where to find the “finest gyros outside of Athens”. He’s charming, funny and a great guy. When he takes me to my hotel, he insists on carrying my luggage to the bellhop and orders him to ‘”take damn good care of the nice lady”. I tip outrageously, and he thanks me. I tell him I’ll request him after I check in and get some dinner as the stores are open still and I’ve got to to get a little shopping in, right? He winks and tell me he’ll be waiting. I check in and for some reason, even though I showered in the morning, I shower again. I feel grimy after flying no matter what. My room is lovely, if a bit small, but still very nice. I look myself over Escort Bayrampaşa in the mirror and I like what I see. I’d gained weight with the baby but it’s all gone, and my boobs have filled out a bit. Depending on who makes it, a C cup fits just right instead of my old B’s. Not bad for an old broad, I think. Not bad at all. I change my mind, and fill the tub. They’ve thoughtfully provided me with various oils, powders, etc. I choose a few and get ready to soak in luxury. I slide into the tub and sigh with pleasure. I’ve got a nice glass of Gewürtztraminer next to me, courtesy of room service, I’ve set up my iPod for the softer songs of the Beatles, and it feels so good in the warm tub. Naturally I think of my family, and well…my fingers wander. I stroke my lips gently thinking of my husband’s gentle fingers and while I’d like him here, it’ll have to do. I stroke myself for a few minutes before slipping my fingers in, while rubbing my clit with my thumb. Hubby jokes that I’m equally adept at masturbating with either hand and wonders why I can only bowl left handed when I’m so skilled at using both for other things. It feels so good as I think of his handsome face, his still toned chest, and his big strong arms that hold me so securely. I love him so much and we are perfectly matched. I pick up my pace and switch hands while I caress my breasts with the other hand. I’m getting wet even though I’m under water, but the oils I’ve chosen make my skin feel so soft and slick that’s almost like being in a tub full of very thin lube. I reach for my custom molded clone of hubby’s cock (there’s a kit to do so ladies, well worth the investment) and slide it in deep as I let out a contented sigh. Not as good as all of him, but it will do, as I fantasize about him being here, his lips sweetly kissing me, his hands caressing my ass and filling me up with his rock hard cock. I pump away and it’s not long before I have a lovely orgasm. I sigh contentedly, start draining the tub, and shower up to finish off. I dress quickly, and head down to the restaurant. A delicious grilled cheese, fries and a soda, and I call for my ride. They promise Richie, and they deliver, as he’s outside in less than ten minutes. “Greetings, your majesty, and where may I take you tonight?” He nicknamed me the Queen Of Seattle on our previous journey. “Shopping my dear, serious shopping, Bloomingdales, Sak’s, you know the stuff.” “Indeed I do, milady, I’ll have you there in no time!” “No scenery this time though, I’ve only got two hours before the stores close!” I quip and he promises me a quick trip. He drops me off in front of Bloomingdales, and tells me if I’m done before 9 pm he’ll still be on, but after that he’s done for the night. I can’t promise him that, but I still tip well and thank him for being a good driver and having a great sense of humor. I wander in, oh my lord, this is shopper’s paradise. My girlfriends and I could spend weeks here! The shoe selection is…marvelous, possibly better than Nordstrom’s, formal wear is….amazing and I look at Beşiktaş escort choices for a black tie event hubby’s taking me to in February. I try on a lovely dark green floor length that’s simple, but fits me flawlessly, and in the mirror, flatters my figure nicely. 4800.00? Not quite my range, damn the luck. I look at a few others, and head back to the shoes, where I find a silver pair of peep-toes with just a bit higher heel than I usually wear, but they will go incredibly well with my black and silver dress I bought last week (Raiders colors!!). 139.99 isn’t bad at all and they’re mine! I wander over to Sak’s and it’s equally impressive, but fancy dresses are even costlier, oh well, Macy’s will have to do for the formal gown. However, there’s a lingerie sale, and I find a pale green chemise set that’s just lovely Pale and see though for the most part, with a slightly darker green material covering the breasts, with just a tiny hint of lace. I love it, and I know damn right well hubby will love it, so it’s mine! Buying lingerie gets me thinking about him, and now I’m horny again. This is going to be a tough trip. I’ll be back in the hotel in a short while, but while visiting the sumptiously appointed lady’s room, I feel a little reckless. Do I dare masturbate in a public place? Why not? The place is spotless so that’s not an issue, so I let my fingers do the walking and I’m wet instantly. My clit is aching, and some intense stroking of it gets me close before I switch to fingering myself to cool off for a moment or two, stroke my lips, pull up my fingers to taste myself, and ooooh, it’s nice. Back to the clit, and it’s only a moment or two before I come hard, real hard, and while I’m usually fairly quiet while taking care of things myself, I let out a deep moan of pleasure. I gather myself up, use a sanitary wipe to tidy up and get my stockings and panties in place. I open the door to my stall only to see two other women about my age. Standing in front of the mirror, one of them turns and smiles at me with a knowing glance. I am soooo embarrassed. “I, uh, well….” I stammer, but the one who turned to look just laughs merrily. “Like we’ve never taken care of it ourselves, right, Michelle?” she says, nudging her friend with her elbow. Her friend laughs, and turns to me with a smile. “I’m a teacher, and I can’t count how many times I’ve done that at work, so no worries about doing it here. You’re hardly the first.” “Well, that’s a relief. I just bought some really nice lingerie and got to thinking about my husband, and sorta went for it.” They both laugh at that. “And why not?” asks Michelle. “Guys will jerk off anywhere they please, so why not us?” “Indeed. Be seeing you ladies!” I blurt out and practically sprint out of there. I hear them giggling as I leave. They were nice enough, but I’m still horribly embarrassed. I’ve missed Richie’s cutoff time, but a nice older man drops me off at my hotel and it’s time for bed. I never sleep well in a strange bed, so I toss and turn a bit. Up early, a quick breakfast and off to school. Check in is smooth, and the instructor is very cool, and the first part of the class goes quickly. I grab a quick lunch with a woman named Patricia who sat next to me, and we quickly make friends as she’s almost in the same boat I am. Her husband and two sons are waiting for her back in Houston, and she already misses them as much as I miss my family.