I was sitting on my first-class airline seat waiting for take off. I had downloaded a few of my favorite actress's movies to watch on the seven-hour flight.
I had my ear buds in and had just started Christmas in Rome when someone fell into the seat next to me and landed on my shoulder.
"Sorry," she said, and I waved her off without looking over.
I could tell for the first hour of the flight she was looking at my tablet off and on. It didn't bother me, so I left it alone.
Then the flight attendant came for out drink orders.
"White wine," said my row partner. I still hadn't seen her face. Her head was turned to the aisle. Her chestnut hair shined, and I glanced down and got a nice glimpse of her legs and feet. I liked what I saw and decided to pay more attention.
"Single malt," I said, and my row mate turned to look at me.
It was Lacey fucking Chabert!
My mouth hung open as she giggled. "I love that one."
She nodded to my tablet.
"Uh..." was all I could muster.
She giggled again and it was adorable.
"It was pretty fun to make that one. Rome is so lovely."
I was frozen in shock. My fantasy girl was talking to me.
"Do I have to introduce myself?" She asked with her patented grin.
I shook my head no, and said, "I'm Kyle."
She shook my hand and said, "How cool is it that I'm sitting next to a fan. Or are you a fan of Sam's?"
She smirked and I pulled out my left ear bud.
"Sam?" I asked.
"The leading man. He's a sweet guy."
"Uh..." was all I could get out. I was making a fool of myself.
"Sorry, I assumed you were a fan of mine by the way you were looking at my feet."
I looked down and she wiggled her nylon-clad toes.
"Here you are," the FA chirped as she handed us our drinks.
I chugged mine down as a shot and asked, "Another, please, on your next trip."
She smiled, looked at Lacey, and winked. "Certainly, sir."
"So, you can talk," Lacey teased and took a gulp of her wine.
"I love you...I mean I love your movies."
She giggled again.
"I'm sorry, I'm making an ass out of myself."
"I get all kinds of reactions, Kyle. I have to say, I've never sat next to someone watching one of my movies on a plane. It's kinda cool."
All of a sudden, I couldn't control my word vomit.
"Lacey, we're the same age. I fell in love with you when I first saw you in Lost In Space. I've followed your career ever since that first time. I'm your biggest fan."
She giggled that sweet giggle again and said, "I don't know about that, Kyle. I've got some crazy fans."
"Oh, shit! I'm sorry. I'm not a pervert stalker or anything. Don't take it..."
"Relax, Kyle," she crossed her legs the other way and her skirt rode up more. My cock got hard as stone.
I finally found my swagger and said, "You know, this isn't the first time I've sat near you."
"Really?" She asked, genuinely curious.
"Mm, hm. A few months ago, I was in Hawaii, and we ate at the same restaurant. I didn't want to make an ass out of myself as you were with a group, but I sent some bottles of wine to your table."
"That was you? Oh, my God! That was so kind. It was a great wine. The waiter refused to say who bought it."
I nodded. "I didn't want any attention. I figured it was a small token of thanks for all of the joy you've brought me."
She took my hand, and said, "I wish you would have said something then. I was so lonely there. I mean, it's beautiful and all, but when you're on set and all of the work that's involved, I could've used a...diversion."
She squeezed my hand and looked at my crotch.
"By the looks of what you're trying to hide there, I really wished you would've said something."
She raised her eyebrows and waved her empty wine glass at the flight attendant.
We made small talk for a couple of hours, getting to know one another. We didn't talk about Hollywood or her fame, we talked about her as a person. She seemed comfortable with me, and I enjoyed every minute of our talk.
"What's your plan when we land?" I asked.
"Nothing really. Check into the hotel and just relax. My schedule's clear until I have to go on the Home Shopping Network tomorrow afternoon."
She grinned and asked, "Unless a certain biggest fan is free for dinner?"
I was on my way home, so I answered, "I'd love to have you for dinner. Shit! I mean take you to dinner."
She giggled adorably and said, "Watch it! A girl has to eat too."
Her hand slid off the arm rest and onto my thigh, where she squeezed my painfully hard cock.
"As filling as this would be, perhaps it's best saved for dessert."
*****
An hour later, we were on the ground and an hour after that, I pulled into her hotel's valet line with her sitting in the back seat.
"Kyle, for obvious reasons, give me a few minutes to check in. Wait at the bar and once I'm settled, I'll call down for you."
Her smile was incandescent.
