Shelby
Shelby lifted her purple carry-on suitcase up towards the overhead compartment. I really do need to pack lighter like Mark always says. She thought angrily to herself as she struggled to get it up to the compartment. A frustrated sigh escaped her lips as her 5'2" height also did not help at all in the process of trying to get the bag to the compartment.
"Here let me help you with that," a calm masculine voice behind her said as he reached above her head and pushed her bag into the overhead bin. "Is there anything else I can help you with, ma'am?"
Shelby spun around to face her savior. She was face to face with the sturdy chest of a man in a light blue button down shirt with a dark blue and red tie and a nametag that read "Stefan." She raised her eyes up to his face to see light brown eyes and a brown complexion. His jawline had a stunning five o'clock shadow on, enhancing a strong jaw line. His clean cut short hair emphasized a perfectly shaped head. Shelby smiled, her ice blue eyes meeting his creamy milk chocolate ones.
"No, I'm good, thank you," she muttered as she lowered her gaze and slid into her first class seat by the window. She sat down and wondered why he stood there a little longer and didn't walk away. He reached up and closed the overhead door where her luggage was and she could smell the sweet, spicy sent of his cologne. He then walked away.
As he walked up front to the front of the plane, Shelby couldn't help but look at him as he walked. His sharply ironed pants hugged his legs perfectly, his ass the perfect plump shape. His blue shirt was perfectly ironed and crisp, but she could see the outline of strong shoulders and forearms pushing through the fabric. Shelby shifted in her seat, realizing that warm wet liquid had just squeezed out through her pussy into her black lace panties. Shelby smoothed her pencil skirt out over her legs and grabbed the two sides of the seat belt, clicking them together. She looked out through the window to the dark, rainy sky, swallowing hard as her thoughts kept returning to Stefan's strong shoulders and the shape of his ass. She cleared her throat.
What am I doing? Stop these crazy thoughts, Shelby! She commanded herself. Shelby was on her way to Asheville, NC to meet up with Mark, her fiancΓ© as they looked at a possible wedding venue for the elaborate venue they were destined to have as Mark's father was one of the wealthiest business men in the southern states. They were also a very traditional conservative family of privilege who didn't know what it meant to have to work to make a living. Mark had grown up in private school, playing golf and having expensive, business parties at his house where he was able to sneak drinking alcohol and sneaking off with high school girlfriends to his pool house. Shelby shook her head sharply, exhaling at her negative attitude as she thought about everything Mark had grown up with and how her mom had managed to get them to meet in hopes that Shelby would have a better future for both herself and their family as a whole. Shelby's mom cleaned the house of one of Mark's father's business partners. And though they lived a very simple life in a one bedroom apartment, Shelby had always been content growing up, never wanting more than they had.
"Would you like some ice water?" the sound of Stefan's velvety smooth voice pulled her out of her thoughts.
Shelby once again brought her ice blue eyes to his brown eyes and nodded her head. "Yes, please." She smiled shyly at him as he handed her a cup of ice water. His light brown hand brushed hers as she took the cup from him. His hand lingered on the cup for a few seconds, his fingertips touching hers. Her skin set ablaze where his fingertips met hers. The heat rushing down her hand and all the way up her arm, the hairs on her arms raising. She pulled the cup away quickly and looked down. What was going on with her? Her skin had never felt so alive. Her heart pounded in her ears and she willed Stefan to go away so he wouldn't hear.
"Let me know if you need anything else, ok? You can just press the call button and I will come." Stefan walked slowly away from her.
Stefan
Stefan allowed his gaze to fall to her perfect ivory legs covered by a light gray pencil skirt that seemed out of place on her, but nonetheless accented her curves beautifully. Her calf muscles were perfectly toned, her creamy skin mesmerizing him. His eyes drifted up to her folded hands, fidgeting fingers as if she could sense his eyes on them. His eyes continued up to her royal purple blouse, unbuttoned enough where he could make out the outline of her black lace bra. He took in a quiet breath and strode to the next row of people to offer cups of water.
This is going to be a long flight. He thought. His pulse returning to normal as he checked on the other people on the flight.
As he moved to the front of the plane, he glanced once more in her direction, smiling at her looking out into the window. Her blonde hair pulled back from her face in a classy half ponytail, the remainder of her blonde hair cascading down over her shoulders like a waterfall. He gulped and continued up to the front galley of the plane. Stefan closed and sealed the door to the airplane. He then stepped to the red intercom telephone to begin the announcements and emergency protocol for the flight.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for flying AirTo with a direct flight into Asheville, NC. Please turn your attention to the safety protocol as we taxi out onto the runway...." Stefan's voice trailed off as his eyes met the piercing blue eyes of the beautiful blond woman in the second row of first class. He quickly caught himself and continued through the emergency details as quickly as possible, taking quick glances in her direction, noticing how her ivory skin shown out above the collared shirt, the lace from her bra enticing him. He sat down and buckled his seat belt, still able to see her blond hair above the seat in front of her. He imagined himself kissing her pale neck softly, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath his lips, feeling her body pressed up against his. He shook his head to clear his mind of its wandering. He pushed his hands down his legs to straighten out. That's when he noticed his swollen cock pushing up through his pants. Mortified, he folded his arms over it, willing it to go away.