'Ladies and Gentlemen,' all ears craned to hear the PA, 'I am pleased to announce that flight BA657 to London Heathrow can begin boarding shortly.'
Some sighs of relief, and a few small cheers went up from those of us sitting in the seating area. Truth be told, the delay hadn't been very long, an hour at the very most, but, as it was Friday night, and most of the passengers had clearly been on business in Berlin, most were just anxious to get home to their families.
Not me though. Yes, I had been in Berlin on business. But no, no one was waiting for me at home. I had broken up with my most recent girlfriend over 6 months ago, and while there had been a few pick ups in bars, a couple of dates and even a drunken fumble with a colleague at work, my last sexual encounter was longer ago than I liked to remember. Tall, blond haired and blue eyed, I would have called myself relatively good looking, and at thirty one I was still young enough that being single wasn't a big deal. But the dates and get togethers with women had been more infrequent of late, a fact I was only too aware of.
That was probably the reason I had spent the best part of the last hour observing the young lady sitting opposite me. She was well dressed, but I guessed quite young, especially considering she didn't seem completely comfortable in the grey business jacket and skirt, white shirt and black heels she was wearing.
The skirt was short and she spent quite a bit of time pulling it down her legs each time she shifted her position. She also seemed conscious of how tight the shirt was across her chest, pulling at her jacket at regular intervals. Not that she needed to worry on either count: her legs were stunning, slim and toned, and her tits, stretching the shirt, looked perfect, like two ripe melons. She had a beautiful face, with perfectly proportioned petite features, and gorgeous wide brown eyes. Her hair was a light brown, cut so as to frame her face.
If I were to be completely honest, she was way out of my league. But a guy can dream can't he? And that is what I had been doing for the past hour. Dreaming of all the nasty things I wanted to do to her, and all the nasty things I wanted her to do to me!
The PA announcer shook me from my day dreaming.
'We would like to begin boarding all platinum, gold and executive club members first,' it called, 'would those members please come forward with their passport and boarding cards ready?'
As this essentially meant "first class", I assumed this is where I would leave the beautiful girl sitting opposite me. How wrong I was. As I begin to gather my bags, she stood up and started walking to the gate ahead of me. I follow on behind and was transfixed by her ass in her skirt. It looked delicious; tight and toned, and completely in keeping with her obvious athletic frame.
We passed through the gate one after the the other, and I followed her down the access ramp. The light scent of vanilla and peaches hit me. She smelt as gorgeous as she looked.
'Welcome Miss Johnson,' we'd reached the plane door and the air hostess checked her ticket, 'seat 3A is just here.' And she pointed to a window seat near the front.
I looked down at my ticket. 3B. Fuck yes!
'Mr Brown,' the air hostess was now checking my ticket, 'here you are sir, right next to this young lady.'
I moved down the aisle and as I started to take my seat I smiled at my neighbour. She looked up, and flashed the most amazing smile back at me.
'Hi.'
'Hi.' I replied.
I was going to spend the next two hours next to this gorgeous lady. This day had suddenly hit a bright spot.
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We got ourselves sorted, and the other passengers started to take their seats. I realised for the first thine that no one had actually followed us when "executive club" flyers had been announced, and indeed as the rest of the seats filled up, no one sat down near us at the front.
The pilot apologised again for the delay and informed us all we would begin the flight shortly. The air hostess shut the curtain between us and economy, took their seats and soon we were airborne.
The first 15 or so minutes were uneventful, I open my book and my neighbour turned on her Kindle. I tried to zone out of everything around me.
Except I couldn't. I couldn't help myself steal glances over at the gorgeous lady sitting no more than a metre away. The skirt kept riding up, showing more and more of her thigh, and then I noticed a gap between the buttons in her shirt, showing my the merest glimpse of her breast. 'Shit!' I thought, 'She's not wearing a bra.'
The air hostess came over the tannoy and knocked me from my daze.
'Ladies and Gentlemen, we will shortly begin passing through the cabin with drinks and snacks, a choice of which can be found in the booklet in front of you.'
As we were at the front, they came to us first.
'What would you like Madam?'
My neighbour, Miss Johnson (I didn't know her first name), contemplated what to have.
'Er.... A glass of red wine please.' She looked almost embarrassed ordering.
'Ok, no problem madam.' The air hostess checked herself for a moment, 'I'm sorry to ask this but could I ask to see your passport to verify your age?'
Miss Johnson continued to look embarrassed, but reached down in to her back and came back up with her passport.
'Of course,' She said, 'here you are.'
As she turned and reached over across me to hand it to the air hostess, the gap in her shirt widened and I was able to see more of her breast. This time I could see a nipple. Just from the side but it was enough to make me hold my breath. It was very pink and very hard. No wonder she was trying to pull her jacket across her chest, she would know that anyone could easily see through her shirt if she didn't.
A hundred questions raced through my mind: Why was she wearing that shirt with no bra? Why wasn't she wearing a bra? Why were her nipples hard? It wasn't that cold in here.
The air hostess checked the passport. 'Nineteen!' She sounded surprised. I was surprised too. 'Apologies Madam, but I hope you understand I had to check?'
'Of course. No problem.'
The wine was poured and handed over.
'And for you sir?'
