I hate business trips. All the travel can be wearying and boring but I have no choice in the matter.
I boarded the airplane thinking how the four hours were going to be such a bore. I had already seen the in-flight movie and really did not have anything to do. And on top of it, I had to sit all the way in the back where it was noisy and dark. I was hoping I could move to another seat after the plane was in flight.
I went to the last row. It was a two seat-three seat-two-seat plane and the last row only had the middle three seats. I had the outside seat and sat there waiting for the other two people to show up. There were a few people in the row in front of me. The plane was almost ready to close its doors and it was barely filled.
I don't care to fly and I really hate the take offs and landings. As the plane took off, I held the armrest tightly, the white-knuckle syndrome. We finally got in the air and the seat belt light went off. I stood up to stretch and noticed the few people that were in front of me had moved up closer to the front to see the movie better. I was pretty much by myself so I decided not to move.
I made myself comfortable, leaning my seat back and I noticed I was a little chilly. I pushed the button for the flight attendant. He came from behind me and asked, "Can I help you?"
I looked up and saw this gorgeous face. He was about 6', very nice build, tan skin, sandy brown hair, and the most beautiful green eyes I have ever seen. I didn't know what to say, I was stunned.
He looked at me as said "You look like you are cold. Let me get you a blanket." I just nodded my head, totally dazed. I felt rather stupid thinking he must think I am an idiot.
He returned with the blanket and draped it over me. "Here you go, Miss," he said. Well calling me Miss only gave him more charm since I was far from being a Miss anymore. "If you need anything else, anything at all, just let me know." I said thank you and he went to the back again.
After I caught my breath, I pulled out my laptop and started to do some work. It was very late and pretty much everyone was sleeping or had their headsets on watching the movie.
The flight started getting pretty rough and I started to grab my armrest again. The flight attendant passed by going to the front of the plane and then on his way back he noticed me grabbing onto the armrest. "Don't care to fly, huh," he said. "It will be okay. Would you like me to sit here next to you until it calms down?"
Well, if I didn't get a little tingle between my legs once he said that. Him, sitting here next to me - nothing could be better. I moved over a seat and said, "That would be nice", with a big smile on my face. With that, he sat down next to me, with only the armrest between us.
He told me his name was Patrick and that he had been an attendant for 3 years now. I told him I was flying on a business trip and how I really didn't care to fly. We talked for a few minutes until we hit some really bad turbulence. I jumped and without even thinking, I grabbed his hand. He smiled. After I realized what I did, I pulled my hand back and blushed.
"That's OK," he said, "if it makes you feel better, you can hold my hand."
I wasn't going to miss this chance so I put my hand back on his and said, "Well, if you don't mind, it would make me feel better." I got chills through my body thinking of his hands and where I would really like them.
