Amy stepped wearily onto the airplane. She was returning home after attending a work conference in San Diego. It had been a very busy weekend, and she was more than a little disappointed that she hadn't been able to visit any of the local adult establishments. To make matters worse, her last meeting had extended well past its expected finishing time, and she was forced to reschedule her return flight to a 11:45 boarding time.
"If it's any consolation, ma'am," the ticket attendant had told her over the phone, "the flight is nearly empty so you'll have plenty of peace and quiet!"
At that very moment, Amy wondered how hard it would be to reach through the phone and strangle the smile off the bitch's face.
As she walked down the aisle, Amy began to wonder if her choice of clothing was a good one. Figuring that she would be almost alone, Amy chose to wear a cotton t-shirt and her most comfortable jogging pants. Her hair was being held up in a hair tie, and she opted for the makeup free look. This is a hot look, she mumbled to herself with a chuckle as she inspected herself in the hotel mirror before departing.
Amy placed her carry-on bag into the luggage compartment and dropped down into the middle seat of the aisle. She had chosen an aisle near the very back of the plane, and it appeared as though the closest passenger was going to be several rows ahead. She fastened her seatbelt, then closed her eyes, hoping to get to sleep before the plane lifted off. Her sleep was interrupted however by a light tap on her knee. She opened her eyes and looked up to find a young man, perhaps in his early twenties.
"I'm sorry ma'am, but would you mind if I sat in the seat next to you?"
Amy looked around the cabin, noticing that several seats were available throughout the plane.
"Uh, there's plenty of seats available you know."
He let out a sheepish grin and said "I know ma'am, and I really hate to bother you. It's just that I'm not a big fan of flying, and I think I'd feel a whole lot better if I were sitting with company."
Amy rolled her eyes at his request. That has to be the cheesiest pick-up line I've ever heard, she thought to herself.
"Well, I suppose it's ok."
"Thank you very much! I promise not to be a bother."
The young man sat down next to her and introduced himself.
"Hello, my name is Steven."
"Hello, I'm Amy."
Amy closed her eyes again, trying to drift off to sleep.
A moment later, the jolting of the plane as it backed from the terminal jarred her awake.
For fucks sake. I wish the bar was open in the terminal. I could've used a Jameson before I got on
. Amy thought to herself.
The attendant, an older woman with silver hair and too much makeup on, stood in front of the passengers and gave the mandatory preflight speech.
Blah blah blah, seats upright, yeah, flotation device. We're flying over the continental United States! What do I need a flotation device for
?
Before finishing her presentation, the attendant announced that since this was the last leg of their flight, they were running short on some luxury items, namely blankets. Looking to her left, Amy noticed that Steven had his vent open full blast. She felt the cold air gliding along her chest, causing her nipples to harden.
Oh, I better get a blanket quick then
.
As soon as she could, Amy got the attention of the attendant and requested one of the few remaining blankets. The attendant returned a moment later and handed it to her with a smile. Amy unfolded the blanket and placed it over her lap. A passing light on the runway outside caught her eye, and as she looked through the window she noticed that Steven was glancing at her through the corner of his eye. Looking down she realized that the cotton shirt she had chosen to wear was not doing nearly a good enough job of concealing her erect nipples.
Amy started to pull the cover up over her shoulders, but then she paused.
Fuck it. He wants to look at them? He can look at them.
She reached up and turned off her overhead light, then opened her air vent just slightly, adjusting it so that the cold air blew straight down the front of her shirt. Her nipples responded by trying to pierce their way through her shirt. Amy laid her head back and drifted off to sleep as the plane began its takeoff.
A small jolt of turbulence shook Amy awake. She opened her eyes to find that almost everyone on the plane was asleep. Only a single overhead light was on, and it was in the second row, far ahead of her. Leaning out towards the aisle, she could see the attendant sitting in her chair up front. Her head was back and her mouth was open. She was very asleep. Settling back into her seat, she took the opportunity to look over her seat partner.
