We met, as I'm sure many friendships begin, purely by chance. I'd arranged to meet a friend for a catch-up meal at a small but popular hotel. I'd been waiting for around 10 or 15 minutes when a text came through:
'Really sorry Helen. Something came up unexpected. I'll call later. Anna xx'
One of the regulars there (I found out later) had spotted me, annoyed and disappointed, and asked me what had upset me. He offered to buy me dinner and I half expected expected him to tell me his room number for dessert. He didn't, but we soon met up again, things progressed rapidly and, to cut a long story short, a few months later we married.
I guess I got used to being wined and dined, followed by the good, passionate sex that followed. Always a gentleman in bed, he ensured he left me satisfied, often giving me several wonderful orgasms before enjoying his own, deep inside me.
But gradually it changed. The wining and dining became several weeks apart. Our lovemaking, though still fairly regular, became more about him. The odd kiss, just scant attention to my breasts and the other places I loved being touched, before thrusting carelessly inside me, grunting his climax. Then it was over, leaving me to finish with my fingers while he snored beside me.
***
Life had been difficult for the last few months. My marriage had been on the rocks for a while and, although until recently we still lived in the same house, several of my friends had been dropping hints. The arguments began, angry words flew relentlessly. Then he left me, moved in with the bitch and divorce proceedings began. He taunted me, called me, blackened my name. He said it was all my fault that he'd been forced to seek another woman.
I'd been working as an air stewardess for 9 years when I got the opportunity to fly somewhere completely different. It gave me hope and a chance, albeit small, to break away from reality. The London to Lagos flight did sound exotic and it was one of the reasons I took the crew slot. The seven hour outbound flight went well, but the realities of the layover, the advice of 'stay in your room, don't go out, its not safe' ruined the trip. Even a 5 star hotel on the company tab didn't make it any better. So, as we waited for the last passengers to board, I was glad to leave!
I was going through the motions checking the ticket, taking the stub - I'm sure you know the deal; 'Hello, seat number... that is to your right, to your left' etc., etc. The African heat had been oppressive. I was uncomfortable and in my own thoughts, my upcoming divorce and my perfect life going down the drain. It was then I was awakened from my reverie with a jolt of electricity. He stroked my hand and I looked up. He was six foot plus, broad shoulders, a big bright smile attached to a square jaw and his bright blue eyes were piercing into mine.
"Thank you," he said in a deep confident tone. He stroked my fingers again and winked as I took his ticket stub from him.
What was it with this stranger that made a ripple of pleasure pass through me? His smile? His aftershave? His drop-dead gorgeous features? I felt my nipples harden, that coiled spring inside me begin to unwind, my heart pitter-pattering, the butterflies, the indescribable sense of preparation and a gradual moistening of my knickers. Above all, my body reminded me that it had been quite some while since I'd had such attention from a man.
I nervously played with my wedding band, totally disarmed and staring at him, my mind in a total whirl, as he walked to the rear of the plane.
***
Two hours later: drinks had been served, the captain had made his announcement, the lights were being dimmed, what our arrival time was and god knows what else. My mind, though, was solely on the passenger at the back of the plane! He had become even more forward as my colleague and I had walked the drinks trolley down the cabin. I hadn't wanted to be offended but his look was so intent, full of desire. I felt his hand on my calf and then slip under my skirt and stroke my inner thigh as I bent down searching for the perfume he had asked for. For one brief moment, just a second or two, his fingers even touched the crotch of my knickers, one finger pressing just firmly enough to arouse my pleasure spot. I looked around instantly, bewildered by the liberties he was taking - indecent touches - and was silenced by the sly grin on his face! I was frozen to the spot, electricity running through my body. My mind was in turmoil with a mixture of emotions.
I tried to be professional and asked if he wanted anything else.
"Just you, later!" he replied.
I stared, trying to think of a response and quickly looked at my colleague, who fortunately was adding up the sale so had missed the flirtation. I smiled weakly, totally amazed and tried to hide the arousal washing through my mind and body. I was unsure if I wanted my fellow stewardess to be quicker, or go slower.
"Thank you sir, your change," was the annoyed reply from my colleague, as she tapped my arm to pass over a handful of coins and notes.
"Whats wrong with you?" she enquired.
The look on my face must have spoken the thoughts in my mind. I shook my head. "I guess I'm just tired from the heat and being confined to the hotel overnight." I hoped she had seen nothing and I looked back at my handsome admirer, who raised his glass in one hand and covertly removed his other hand from under my skirt.
