Brian was returning from a business trip in New York and had taken the puddle jumper from Islip to Philadelphia to connect with Flight 795 so he could get home to Houston.
He had spent the week trying to understand what sort of mess his predecessor had left for him as far as inventory control was concerned. He was an engineer not an inventory gnome but with the cutbacks, the layoffs at the office and the fact that he was literally the last body hired and wasn't let go was a strong sign that these guys wanted him around. He didn't want to bail out just yet so he agreed to take the job...and the pay raise that came with it. He was thinking to himself "I should have asked for more..."
It had been a very stressful week and the flights would be made much easier by his personal electro massage unit. He had picked it up online for all of $20 but it worked miracles when his neck and shoulders would get sore. He had remembered to bring it with him this trip and was looking forward to slapping it four pads on his neck and shoulders and drifting off to sleep for the three hour flight. All he had to do was make it to the gate.
Brian finally made it to the gate and surveyed the scene. Mostly individual business travelers, older folks and couples; all taking up too much room. He hated seating areas at the gates. Today was probably not going to be any different.
There were a few seats still open and one directly across from a stunning blonde. This was a no brainer. She was sitting with her back to the windows and the open seat was directly in front of her, facing her. At least he would have a pleasant view.
A few minutes passed as he got his laptop out and started working on an erotic story he had been writing. Once started he focused and turned out a few more pages.
Occasionally he would stop typing and look up from his screen. His eyes started at her boots. There wasn't anything super sexy about them or anything she has chosen to dress in but the way the dark leather contrasted with her tanned and silky smooth skin just worked for him. Her legs were very toned, she clearly did a lot of physical activity; either in the gym or walking or something. Brian focused on what that something else could be and being the slightly twisted individual he was imagined her doing deep squats over him and her claiming it was her exercise routine.
He cast his eyes a little higher, following those muscular legs, thinking how wonderful it would be to feel her strength squeezing him as he pleasure her.
He knew that sensation all too well because as a much younger man he used to date dancers for that very reason. In fact one young lady had managed to crack one of his ribs. He would always laugh when he told that story; saying: "That is how you know you are doing it right!"
She was wearing the shortest of white shorts. They were so short, that when Brian first sat down he though she was in her top alone. He couldn't see her ass but imagined the shorts just barely covered her round firm cheeks. He wondered of she had a tan line or if she tanned in the nude.
Just as he was enjoying the mental image of her bare ass in a tanning bed the gate agent came on the overhead and announced a 2 hour delay in the flight to Houston. Apparently it was raining pretty hard at the airport there.
Brian made eye contact with the lovely blonde he had been admiring, smiled slightly and asked: "Wanna grab a drink? My treat...come on, let's get out of here..."
She said "Sure there's a bar just up the way...let's go."
Brian allowed her to go first, partially because he still believed in ladies first and partially because it gave him a chance to see her ass.
His hunch was right, her ass was round and firm. He could see it curve under her shirt. Her shirt barely covered it; when she turned to see if he was following her shirt rose just enough to show those white shorts peeking out below the tail.
He followed her out of the maze of seats in the gate area and walked beside her down the concourse towards the bar. Along the way they introduced themselves to each other.
Her name was Amy, she worked for a snack food company and was also a personal trainer.
Now her physique made sense. One of the things Brian had noticed was how toned and fit Amy was. She had rather strong shoulders for a lady, it wasn't unattractive but not typical.
They made their way to the bar and took up seats facing each other at a small table.
Brian ordered a Yeunglings and Amy ordered a rum and coke.
They spent the first few minutes just getting to know each other and sharing their travel experiences so far; commiserating with one another over the delay.
They covered all of the obligatory small talk: where they were from, where they were headed, where they lived and such.
Another round of drinks and they were talking about hobbies. Amy was an avid hunter, fisher and backpacker. All things Brian loved to do but just couldn't find the time to do with his travels.
Brian joked with Amy: "Where were you twenty five years ago?"
He realized as he had said that; he actually knew the answer because Amy couldn't have been any more than 27.
They both laughed about that and Amy added a comment about being an early bloomer but not quite that early.
Amy asked Brian about his hobbies and he sheepishly told her that he wrote erotica while on his travels. He did it as an outlet for his "energy" and it kept him out of trouble. He confessed that he was working on a story at the gate. He explained he took inspiration from pretty much anything. He never knows what's going to spawn a story.
Amy smiled and asked if she was going to end up in one of his stories.
Brian blushed. He didn't think she noticed him looking at her; clearly she had.
Amy said: "It's ok. Don't be embarrassed you do a better job of it than most guys. I get it, guys like what they see and take a long look. Hell I look too! It's human nature. I consider it a compliment...thank you."
They both looked at the clock and realized time had flown by for them.
As they were strolling back down the concourse to the gate Amy asked what seat Brian was in.
Brian looked at his ticket: "24F a window seat."
Amy chuckled and said "I'm in 25C maybe I should switch with the person sitting next to you and we can keep the conversation going...perhaps you can share a story or two with me."
Brian agreed to the seat swap and as they got to the gate they could see the plane was already boarding. Such good timing.
Once on the plane Brian asked the lady that was seated beside him if she would swap with his new friend.
The elderly lady looked at Amy, smiled and said: "Certainly. Just make sure you take good care of that young lady."
Brian smiled: "Yes ma'am I will do my very best."
Brian offered his window seat to Amy saying: "I have to take good care of you." While nodding his head to the side toward the elderly lady.
They laughed and settled into their seats.
Amy asked Brian if he would share any of his stories with her. She loved reading short erotic stories and spent too many hours wading through the endless pages on literotica.com but hadn't come across any of his stuff yet.
Brian did a quick mental survey of what he had with him. Typically he would write on his phone but had just recently started using his laptop more. He figured he had most of his stories stored in one of these two devices.
As the plane pushed back from the gate the two continued to laugh and have a wonderful time talking with one another.
Once airborne Brian pulled out his laptop and let Amy read what he was working on at the gate.
It wasn't complete yet. In fact he had just finished setting up the beginning of the story establishing the backgrounds and such for the two main characters. This was his style. Writing very detailed stories and descriptions. Painting a picture he called it.
Amy devoured it and said: "I want to read the rest of it..."
Brian thought she meant the rest of the story. He replied: "It's not finished."
Amy giggled, "No silly the rest of it...what you have with you. If you spend that much effort of just setting up such a great back story you must keep your works...it would be a shame if you didn't."
Brian didn't miss a beat. He laughed: "Oh...I thought you meant that one. Sure I have some others."
He thought about what he had with him again. He knew he didn't want to jump in too deep...not right off the block anyway.
He recalled a story he wrote that the folks at literotica.com wouldn't list. One that was totally true, he had shared it with his friends in some other writing groups but they wouldn't take it because he wrote it as it happened and since it was about a teenage couple they couldn't allow it.
It bothered him that they couldn't allow it since there was no sex involved but he refused to edit it since it's purpose was more cathartic for him rather than to arouse erotic thoughts in others.
Amy read all about Melissa. She gave Brian a giant hug afterwards. She saw the tears in his eyes and didn't have to ask if it was true or not. She just knew.
Then Brian showed her one of his very short stories about waking up in the morning.
Amy smiled and said she wished she could wake up like that...just once.
Amy clicked on the directory Brian had been pulling stories from and asked about the other stories; if she could read them.
Brian nodded his head in approval and Amy selected one at random.
It was another story based in real life. A first time encounter between a new submissive woman and her Dom. It described in detail the sensations the young lady was feeling as her Dom took her on an amazing trip.
When she finished reading Amy turned to Brian and asked many questions. She was particularly interested in the violet wand that was mentioned.
Brian answered her questions describing in vivid detail the sensations and sights of the dance the plasma does inside the probe and how the electricity leaps to the skin.
Amy said: "I'm going to have to go to the restroom after hearing all of that."
Brian was embarrassed and apologized for upsetting her.
"No," she blushed "I need to go take care of myself I'm very...umm...aroused."
Brian couldn't have been more proud. His works had aroused a beautiful young lady to the point she wanted to masturbate in an airplane bathroom.
