I am returning to New York City following a business trip to Cairo. I was sent there to troubleshoot a computer problem a hotel was having with their new reservations system. Fortunately for me, I was able to resolve their issue in a day. This is the third time this month that I have had to travel overseas to handle a client's problem, and frankly, I'm tired. I know, overseas travel for work seems glamorous at first, but after you do it a few times, the novelty wears off quickly. I think my boss can tell I'm getting tired of the travel, that's why the company sprung for a return flight on a private jet. Right now, I'm feeling like one lucky son of a bitch.
Currently, our small jet is flying somewhere over the Mediterranean Sea at thirty-five thousand feet. There are only three people in the passenger cabin for this flight. Myself, a female passenger and a flight attendant. The flight attendant is seated at the very front of the cabin. The female passenger, whom I find quite attractive, is seated in the first row of seats and I am seated in the second row of seats. We have never met before.
The female passenger is wearing a stylish white blouse and a form fitting blue skirt which stops just above the knee. Her choice of clothing accents her athletic form perfectly. She also possesses piercing eyes, which are the most beautiful shade of grey. Her make up and long, black, hair are done to perfection. She is a vision of beauty.
Midway through the flight she leaves her seat and heads to the back of the plane where refreshments and the lavatory are located. I am reading a magazine as she passes, but I glance up at her and our eyes meet; in that moment, it is as if we have known each other forever. She gestures with her hand for me to follow her and I do. We arrive at the double sliding doors which lead to the lavatory, and I open them. We both quickly enter and I close and lock the door behind us.
Once inside we both face each other and stare at one another in brief disbelief at what we both know is about to happen. Slowly, I lean in and kiss her lips, She in turn does the same. Second by second, our kisses become faster and more passionate. Before long, both of our tongues search each other's mouths with reckless abandon.