It was an early morning in Toronto, it had been snowing lightly on and off for several hours. I was looking forward to a couple weeks of sunshine, warm temperatures and hopefully a little companionship, if you know what I mean during my stay in the Bahamas.
As I sat in the Airport lounge, I watch as my plane arrived full of returning passengers from Nassau. It amazes me to watch the choreography and the speed in which the rampies load and unload luggage, food and fuel from the planes.
A lady wearing a full-length cotton coat, a tuque, carrying a pair of black gloves and pulling her suitcase pointed to the seat next to me, "Excuse me, is this seat taken?"
"Nope, it's not. Let me move my coat." I answered.
Before she sat down, she took off her coat and hat. She had long curly black hair down to her breasts and bangs that hung over her deep brown eyes. She was wearing a zebra stripe black and white turtleneck sweater and light-colored blue jeans which nicely complimented her skinny figure and her round ass.
With a gentle smile the lady offered her hand out for a handshake, she spoke softly, "Hello, My name's Francine, I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to some warm weather."
"Hey Francine, I'm Dave, my mind is way ahead of you, it's already on the beach."
What do you do for a living if you don't mind my asking?"
"I don't mind, I'm a receptionist.
"What about you?"
" I work in the newspaper industry now as a freelancer, I'm not a reporter."
The couple rattled on for some time. Suddenly, the P.A system buzzed with boarding information for our flight. Francine got up, grabbed her stuff, smiled and waved goodbye. Seconds later it occurred to me. I didn't even get her seat or phone number. I was kicking myself in the ass for that.
Then I thought, "I'll look for her when I get on the plane."
My row was called, and I got up and boarded the plane. We were flying on an Airbus 220 which carries about 120 passengers. So, I knew it shouldn't be too hard to find her. However, I did keep an eye out for Francine as I made my way towards my seat 15b. To my surprise and my delight Francine was sitting in 15a, the window seat.
"I'm so glad you're sitting next to me, I felt bad I didn't get your number or anything, I just up and took off!", Francine said excitingly with a huge smile.
"I know, I was kicking my sorry little ass too for not getting your seat number or where you were staying."
I sat down and we at once picked up where we left off in the waiting room.
The flight attendants closed the door and a few minutes later we were backing away from the terminal. Another few minutes went by and the engines came to life and we started taxiing. We taxied for about 15 minutes until we got to the de-icing pad.
Suddenly, a huge spray of water engulfed the plane. It was only then that I realized Francine was an extremely nervous flyer.
"What's that? What's going on?", Francis asked alarmingly.
"Whoa, Whoa, settle down Francine!! They're just de-icing the plane!"
It took a couple minutes for me to calm her down. Then the plane started moving again.
"Will you hold my hand, flying makes me nervous?"
"Sure, I'd be glad to, just try and relax." I put my hand over hers as she gripped the armrest. I'm sure if that armrest could talk, it'd be screaming bloody murder.
We turned onto the runway and the engines spooled up as began our take-off roll, we raced down the runway, then leaped effortlessly into the heavy dark clouds.
A short time later we broke through the clouds into the morning sunshine. The sun can sure change one's mood in an instant. The seat belt sign went off and the flight attendants went to work.
Francine needed to go to the washroom, so I got up to let her out. She asked me to sit in the window seat when she comes back. I realized as she walked away that she was the same height as me about 5'4".
She came back and sat down. One of the flight attendants came, "What would you two like to drink?"
francine looked at me and I told her coffee, "We'd like two coffees, please."
"There you go, and here's your breakfasts as well."
After our meal was eaten and our trays taken away, we put our seats back. Francine put her head on my shoulder and then rubbed one hand on my leg, she then discreetly slipped her hand down to my cock. She looked at me to see what my reaction was. I just put my arm around her, and she started rubbing it. It didn't last long though; within seconds she was snoring. I sat back and smiled.
About an hour later Francine was still sleeping when the captain announced that we'd be starting our descend into Nassau. Francine woke up, rubbed her little brown eyes.
