I see her instantly. She is lounging in a seat in the rear of the gate area. Sexy, long legs, fully filling out her clothes full figured, but curvy in a sultry, sexy way. Yes, no question, every curve is in the right place. She catches my eye as I sit down and open the paper. Hoping to catch a glimpse of her again I lower the paper to find her staring at me. Her bold look gives way to a sexy smile. After several rounds of this she wets her lips with her tongue and smiles again. I can almost hear the deep feline purr, more a growl. She's alive -- dangerous. Raw. Her eyes light up, gorgeous green eyes.
While I'm figuring out how to move this forward, she turns away from me, seemingly re-engaged with her magazine. I'm fascinated and bewildered. I go back to my paper and count to a hundred and ease the paper lower once more. She is facing away, but turns in slow motion, wraps her fingers one at a time around the handle of her carry-on. She squeezes it once, twice. She is heating the up room and me with each tantalizing movement.
With her free hand she lets it travel down her leg, pausing to stroke her calf. Her head still down, she lifts her eyes to mine, there is no mistaking the lust. With the slightest toss of her hair, she stands, pauses, and makes sure I'm watching her. I am helpless to not watch her. Hand on her hip, she slyly, but unmistakably motions for me to follow. By now this fiery vixen has my blood boiling. I look around to see if any of the other passengers are aware of this erotic, seductive scene playing out before them. They are blissfully in another world from my lustful yearning.