Carrie was leaving on vacation. She had a whole week to be by herself and she was happy to get away from everything. She had been very stressed out lately and she needed to get everything off her mind. She was 35 years old, though she could pass for 18. Age had never worn her down. Her skin was still smooth and flawless, her breasts still sat up proudly on her chest, and her ass was still very tight. The saddest part about her life was she was still a virgin in every since of the word. She had never been into masturbation and had never found a man interesting enough to have sex with.
Her flight was leaving at 5:45 in the morning and she hadn't been able to sleep that night. She was always nervous when it came to flying and had tossed and turned all night. At 2:00 she had to force herself out of bed. She had already packed but the drive to the airport was two hours long and she liked to get there early just incase they was a cancellation or change in the scheduling. As she showered and dressed she cursed herself for being so organized and prepared all the time. If she had some spunk and spontaneous then she could have laid in bed for at least another hour and gotten there right when the plane took off. She finished dressing and looked one last time in the mirror to make sure her long hair was in its proper place and that her make-up looked all right.
Once satisfied, she picked up her suitcases and carried on bag, went out to her car and wished then that she had worn a light jacket. It was a very chilly morning for being June. "Oh well," she thought to herself, "Maybe the air will wake me up and I won't need a jacket at the beach anyway." At the thought of where she was going she got happier. She was from Kansas and had never seen the ocean before and now she would get the chance. She was going to Hawaii. Her thoughts turned to happy ones about the tropical breezes and beaches that she would be enjoying there and the fact that she would know no one at all.
When she got to the airport it was practically deserted. She really didn't like the sound of her high heels clicking on the floor; it was like a scene right out of a horror movie. Lone beautiful women walking down a deserted hallway, the only sounds are her own heartbeat and shoes. She giggled and said to herself, "Carrie, my girl, you let your imagine nation run to wild sometimes." She continued on to where she was to turn in her luggage and show her ticket humming a tune the whole way to keep the bad thoughts out. After her luggage was turned in she still had about an hour before the flight would take off. Luckily, there was a little coffee shop open and she went in.
She wasn't happy that they didn't have just regular old coffee so she settled on some hot chocolate and a large blue berry muffin. She went over to where the condiments for all the different flavored coffees where and got a weird look from the clerk as she began to pour half-and-half into the chocolate. She could never drink coffee, tea, or cocoa without cream or milk. It was always to hot for her taste and she liked to drink it down quickly instead of waiting for it to cool on its own. She didn't acknowledge the girls look and sat herself down at a table that faced away from the door. She had never been the type of person who was interested in looking up to see every single body that walked through the door.
After peeling back half the paper on the huge muffin she reached into her purse to produce her new novel that was bought solely for this trip. She opened the book and began to read. She had gotten so into it that she had forgotten about her food and drink. Then all of a sudden she heard someone say "You going to eat that muffin? It looks rather lonely sitting there all by itself." She just about jumped out of her seat and the book fell out of her hands. Which she was annoyed with since she had no idea what page she had been on. She looked up to see a very attractive man standing directly in front of her. His own muffin and drink in hand. "Jeeze you scared the crap out of me!"
She said. "I'm sorry, didn't mean to do that to such a pretty young lady." He said with a sly smile on his handsome face. "Young, whatever. It's all right, just next time tap me lightly on the shoulder when you have an inquiry about my lonesome muffin." He then without an invite sat himself down at the table. She looked at him surprisingly, most men that crossed her path would give her a second glance and a pleasing smile but none had been so bold to just come and sit with her. "So, what's your name?" He asked. The playful smile still on his face.
"Carrie, what's yours? Oh great muffin saver." With that he laughed. He had a nice laugh not to loud or to soft but just right and she had to admit to herself kind of sexy. He had a low pitched voice with a very subtle timbre that made everything he said sound like the most important thing in the world. Still chuckling he told her that his name was Rick. After they had gotten all the normal small talk out of the way, where each other lived, where they worked, and of coarse if each one was single, they annonced that the flight Carrie was on would be taking off. She apologized and got up from the table. Rick got up with her, being the gentleman he was, and give her a small peck on the cheek. "Have a nice flight, Dear I'll see you soon." She was taken back up that statement but had no time to ask further questions.
She went to her terminal and was again surprised to find that she was the only one boarding. When she was aboard the plan she looked around and only saw about 20 other people on the plane. She thought to herself that it was nice to not be crowded in and settled down comfortably in her chair. She again fished into her purse to produce her book and while rummaging around heard that all to familiar voice say, "Did you forget something?" She looked up to see Rick standing over her, her book in hand. "Well, again you come to the rescue, first my lonely muffin and now my book." She said smiling. "How come you didn't tell me you were on the same flight when I got up to leave?"
"I thought it would be a nice surprise." He said that sly smile coming back on to his face. "It is a very nice surprise, I must say." Carrie said, feeling her face flush at the same time. He again smiled down at her and sat himself in the seat next to hers. "Is that where you are suppose to be?" She asked teasingly. "I'd be anywhere you are, my Dear." She again felt the blood rise in her face. She bent her head down to hide her embarrassment from him. She felt his fingers go under her chin and slowly raised her head back up. "Do not hide that pretty face of yours from my all to admiring eyes Carrie."
