I walk down the aisle of the 747, expecting that this will be another long flight, and all that I have to look forward to on the other end is a dull business convention. I find my seat, and see that it is a center seat, muttering under my breath I store my bag in the overhead compartment, and stick my laptop case under the seat in front of me. I don't bother to fasten my seatbelt yet, as I will have to move to let the person sitting in the window seat by me. Instead, I lean back and close my eyes, letting the sounds of people getting ready for take off wash over me.
Hey stranger, says a familiar voice. I can't quite place where I know that voice from, so I open one eye. Looks like I'm sitting next to you, your voice continues.
I chuckle to myself and realize that this might not be such a bad trip after all. Well, I'll have to see your ticket miss, I respond, reaching my hand out for your ticket. You put it in my hand, and I check. Sure enough, you have the window seat next to me. I stand to let you pass, and can't help but catch a whiff of your intoxicating perfume and feel your tight ass as you slide past me and settle down in the seat next to me. I can't help but to admire you from the corner of my eye. You look quite the young professional in your business skirt suit.
Before we can say anything else, the flight attendant comes on over the PA system and runs through the emergency procedures. It seems that the aisle seat in our row is empty. We fasten our seatbelts, and make sure that our seatbacks are in the full and upright position. The acceleration of the plane presses us back into our seats, and we are quickly airborne.
The plane reaches normal cruising altitude, and conversations resume on the plane. I shuffle over to the aisle seat, so that we aren't sitting on each other. We make small talk, catching up on old times, talking about what we're doing now, that kind of thing. And, as all conversations eventually do, ours comes to the topic of sex. I find out that you're single, and haven't been seeing anyone seriously for a while. I relate the same to you. The conversation continues to drift on to other topics, but we always seem to come back to sex.
I can't place my finger quite on what it is, but there is a certain light in your eyes that has my mind on your body, and sex. As we talk, we move closer together, and both end up half in our seat half in the middle one. There is a break in the conversation, and we just sit there looking at each other. Suddenly your lips are on mine, I'm a little surprised, but in a good way. I return your kiss, our tongues twining together. I break the kiss; both our faces are flushed with excitement. I mention that I'm going to be in the bathroom, the second from the front on the left side, and wink at you meaningfully.
As I stand to make my way to the back of the plane I can feel my legs shake. I'm a mixture of excitement and nerves. I enter the small bathroom, and lock the door behind me. I splash some cold water on my face and wait for your knock. When it comes a moment later, I nearly jump out of my skin. I quickly let you in, and relock the door behind you.