I was sitting in the Raleigh Durham Airport waiting to board my flight to Minneapolis for a job interview. I had just began to weigh the pros and the cons of leaving the city I was born in and job I had been at for sixteen years to move across the country and basically start from scratch. It was a big move and I was nearly comatose in thought when I saw the sexiest woman I had seen in years. She was one of the flight attendants working my flight. She looked ravishing in her Delta uniform and her smile sent goosebumps across my body. She had a pale complexion. About 5'1" and slender. Red hair styled neatly into a bun. She looked incredible. I caught her eye for a quick second and she smiled back at me even though I'm sure she thought I looked nuts.
Our plane was a small regional jet which was surprising for a 1,000 mile trip. These little jets proved problematic for a big guy like me. They weren't built for 6'4" guys like me. I, having booked my flight just three days ago was in the last row. The upside though was that nobody was seated next to me. During boarding and waiting for push back, I took advantage of the aisle seat and enjoyed watching our beautiful flight attendant as she assisted other passengers. She had a perfect round ass and the navy blue skirt she was wearing only made me want her more. Her petite frame made her seem nearly preteen like but she was certainly in her early twenties.
As we prepared to taxi out to the runway, my little piece of eye candy took to the jump seat located at the end of the aisle way before the restroom. She was within arms reach of me. The smell of her perfume was intoxicating. I struggled to find the words to start a conversation. I said the first thing that came to mind.
"Well here goes nothing!" I said.
Smooth, Kevin. Really smooth!
"Yup." She responded. "My last of four legs today."
"Wow! You've been all around the country in a day, I'm sure"
"Yeah, I started in Fargo, ND then to Minneapolis, Minneapolis to Atlanta, Atlanta to Raleigh and now Raleigh back to Minneapolis. The Doubletree in Bloomington is going to feel good tonight"
What a coincidence, I'm staying at the Doubletree in Bloomington." Some coincidence really. The Doubletree was the nearest hotel to the airport and I almost didn't get a room, as I was told the airlines typically have larger holds than they did for tonight.
For the first time in my life, I'd wish we would be stuck on the taxi way for hours. Her skirt seems so short as we sat there patiently awaiting take off. Her nylon covered legs looked perfect as she crossed them and clasped her hands on her lap with the calmness and coolness of a flight attendant on her fifth flight for the day.
We made small talk, chatting about this airport and that airline. Funny flight stories and the weather. We had spent twenty five minutes waiting in line for take off, yet it seemed like less than five.
"It's funny" she stated. You look a lot like my father."
She must have seen that that comment had blown the wind out of my sails. Those types a comments you have to be ready for when you turn fifty. She saw the look of defeat and immediately began back peddling.
"That's not a bad thing. My father is a very handsome older man. Same hair style. Well kept and in shape. A really good looking guy" she said with a smile.
I smiled back.
As we reached our flying altitude, it was time for the drink cart. I looked into the first class cabin and smiled to see her coming up the aisle backwards. I'd have another opportunity to admire her ass a little more. For a split second I was mortified as she caught me looking but she again smiled and blushed. When she reached the back she made a point to bend low as she serviced the passengers across from me and did very little to help from me getting a face full of her beautiful behind. When she served my beverage, she bent down again in my direction offering me my first view of her adorable cleavage that was otherwise hidden under her blazer.
The flight seemed to whiz by and before I knew it, we had begun our descent into MSP. The "flirt attendant" as I had nicknamed her resumed her place in the aisle jumpseat.
"I think I'm going to take a nice hot bath tonight", she said. "Unless, do you know if they have a pool of hot tub at the hotel? I can't remember one from the other traveling as much as we do."
"I think they do. I remember seeing a picture on the website. In fact, I was thinking about taking a dip my self, tonight" This was a convenient lie. I planned to do nothing but sit in my hotel room putting some final touch ups on my digital portfolio.
"Well" she said. "Maybe we can bump into each other". She caught her self "Maybe we WILL bump into each other. At the hotel. At the pool at the hotel" she seemed flustered.
Could she possibly be attracted to me? Certainly not as attracted as I was to her. Right?
As we deboarded the plane, I asked if I'd see her on the shuttle to the hotel.
"I have to do some paperwork, first. So probably not but maybe you'll be in the pool around 8pm?"
"Perfect", I responded as we parted ways with a smile.
Time seemed to stand still waiting for our "chance" encounter. I couldn't help but to masturbate thinking of her. It took less than five minutes for my load to rocket out onto my chest in what seemed like endless white strings.
I showered and headed downstairs. First, I scouted the pool area out. A large room, tucked near the back. Completely deserted at 5:30pm on a Tuesday. "Let's keep it that way", I prayed to myself. I then decided to grab some dinner at the restaurant in the lobby. It was there it donned on me; I hadn't packed swim trunks. So I quickly finished my meal and desperately grabbed a cab to a nearby mall where I spent nearly forty five minutes deciding between exactly three different pairs of shorts.
