I'm waiting in the airport, listening for my boarding call, trying to shake the latest of my string of hangovers. I close my eyes, praying for a silence I know will never come in a crowded waiting area. I frown, thinking that having that last beer the night before was probably a very bad idea, but at the same time, reminiscing about the good time that were had by all. The last five days were incredible, and I realize that a getaway to Mexico was just what I needed to cut the long, harsh winter short. Spending the last few days sunning and swimming by day, drinking and partying by night, was a welcome relief from the real world. Unfortunately, the fun had to come to an end because of an early morning meeting that I have to be at. I had to leave my friends a day early and make my way back home alone. With the headache pounding in my temples, I feel some comfort in knowing that I'll be able to sleep the whole way home and not have my rambunctious friends disturbing me.
Sitting with my eyes closed, I feel the presence of someone watching me. In an effort to keep the light from filtering in too quickly, I slowly force my eyes back open. When they have finally adjusted to the bright glare of the sun attacking me through the large windows giving show to the runway, I lay my sight upon one of the most beautiful women that I have ever seen. She sits across from me, a perfect smile on her face. Her long, dark hair cascades over her bare shoulders and focused on me are her arresting green eyes. I smile back, feeling a movement in my shorts. Just looking at this beautiful creature is enough to evoke the growth of my manhood. I shift uncomfortably under her gaze, fearful that she may be aware of what is happening down below.
Just what I need,
I think.
Some gorgeous woman seeing me unable to control my urges.
Just at that moment, the first boarding call for the flight sounds over the speakers, and thankful for the chance to reposition myself, I stand slowly and grab my carry on. I give the woman another smile, trying to be slick, and make my way to the aeroplane. I notice that she hangs back and I think that she must be in the front half of the plane. Thinking about her luscious lips, my headache seems to recede for a moment and I feel some sort of relief from the pounding. I find my seat, an aisle seat, and stuff my bag into the overhead compartment. I sit down and once again close my eyes, waiting for the rest of the plane to fill. Suddenly, I hear someone clear their throat and I realize that someone wants to squish into the window seat. As I slowly open my eyes again, there I find the smoking, hot woman standing in front of me. She cocks her head towards the window seat.
"Mind if I get to my seat?" she asks. Her voice is low and throaty, but yet at the same time, so feminine.
Not being able to speak, my words getting caught in my throat, I stand up and motion for her to squeeze by. Seeing how flustered I've become, she lets out a barely audible laugh and moves past me. As she does, her firm ass rubs gently across my crotch and I once again feel the same awakening as before. I flop back into my seat, completely embarrassed, hoping that she didn't feel my cock growing hard against her ass. I sneak a peek at the woman out of the corner of my eye, and she appears to have gone about her business, settling into her seat. My peripheral gaze drops down to her crossed legs, her sundress riding up her bronzed thigh.
Oh! Just to take that leg in my hand and kiss my way up her tight, smooth skin,
I think. My imagination begins running wild with fantasies. I want to touch her and kiss every inch of her desirable body. I clamp my eyes shut, trying to rid myself of such foolish daydreams, but she has been permanently etched into the back of my eyelids. I try to focus on anything except that alluring woman, attempting to picture the most mundane of things, and finally, she flees from my mind and I slip into a light slumber.
What seems to me to be just moments later, I am awakened by a short spell of turbulence. Groggy, I look around the plane, and notice that there are very few passengers aboard. I find it odd that the waiting area had been bustling with people. I come to the conclusion that most of those loud, happy people must have been waiting for a different flight. As my senses return to me, I remember whom I am sitting beside. I sneak a quick glance her way and see that she seems to be enthralled with a video playing on the TV in the back of the seat in front of her. She laughs silently at a joke, or something funny, and I continue to stare at her. She has such amazing eyes, a green that is as clear as a perfect emerald stone. I can't believe that they are natural, but for someone so perfect, they can't be anything but real. I decide that I need to talk to her. I want to hear her voice, to see those eyes looking at me. I sit there, trying to get the nerve to say something, when I think of the perfect opener. I tap the woman on the shoulder and she removes her headphones.
"What movie are you watching?" I squeak out.
"Blades of Glory." She says then puts her headphones back in and goes back to the movie.
Feeling like a complete ass, recognizing how stupid and close-ended that question was, I get up and make my way to the small bathroom. On my way there, I see a stairway leading to an upper deck. I turn to the flight attendant preparing a food cart.
"Is there another floor on this plane?" I ask.
"Yes, but no one is up there today. The flight is pretty much empty. Of course, no one is allowed to go up there either. That could result in some serious trouble." She smiles. "Is there anything else I can help you with, Sir?"
I realize that I am still standing there, staring up the stairs, curious as to what may be above in the darkened space. I quickly enter the bathroom and latch the door without giving the attendant an answer. I look in the mirror and am shocked to see the pale face staring back at me. You'd never guess that I just spent 5 days in Mexico under the burning sun. I splash my face with water, remnants of the brutal hangover still plaguing my body. I use the facilities, taking my time, kicking myself for screwing up the chance to talk with the woman. I make a decision to try again, this time not leaving her the opportunity to go back to the movie so quickly.
I unlock the door and make my way out of the bathroom. I come face to face with a sweaty, fat man. He looks as though he may be in that bathroom for awhile. I thank heavens that I had gotten there first. I walk back to my seat and sit down. When I'm settled in, I see that the woman has either finished the movie or stopped watching it. This seems to be my chance to strike up a conversation and I take the chance. I turn to my right and begin to speak.
"Hi. My name is Jake." I offer her my hand to shake. She looks at it, and reluctantly takes my hand.
"I'm Serena." Touching her soft skin, shivers run through my body. I drop her hand quickly, trying to avoid any permanent damage to myself.
Trying to save myself, I hastily spit out another sentence.
