INTRODUCTION
The Seven Days are a collection of seven one-chapter stories involving fantasies and role-playing with a personal flavor. These are my personal wish lists that I wished I had lived out before I had gotten married. So sit back and enjoy.
MONDAY: Law & Order
TUESDAY: Mile High Club
WEDNESDAY: Forbidden Fruit
THURSDAY: Overlooking the Stereo Types
FRIDAY: Two is Fun Three is Never a Crowd
SATURDAY: Power of Trust
SUNDAY: Out in the Country
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TUESDAY: Mile High Club
Corporate meetings are such a long, mind bending; tedious bore, especially when they go late into the evening. It was ten o'clock as Dave O'Malley raced to the gate of Toronto International Airport. There were only ten people left to board as he passed on his ticket and identification to the ticket agent.
"No need to rush Mr. O'Malley," Said a Grey haired Ticket Agent, "The mail cargo just arrived, and there is more freight and parcels than passengers."
"Oh good." Dave replied as he walked down the tunnel towards the plane.
Even though Dave O'Malley's company dragged him from the West Coast for meetings, they treated their Sales Reps well. All their flights were booked in executive class. Dave knew he would get a good meal, Alcoholic Beverages, and a comfy seat to sleep for the five-hour trip back to Vancouver.
As he sat down, he noticed his seatmate was an attractive thirty something brunette. He smiled at her as he sat down and buckled himself in.
The flight attendant came down to offer them both hot towels and to take their drink orders.
"Long Island Ice Tea." Ordered the Brunette Lady.
"Rum and Coke for me." Added Dave.
"There is plenty of room in Executive Class if you would like more room," Offered the Flight attendant, "You two are the only passengers in Executive Class."
Both Dave and the Brunette girl smiled and nodded to the flight attendant.
"I'm Dave." Dave offered his hand to the pretty Brunette.
"I'm Pam." Smiled the Brunette as she shook his hand. "Business meeting?"
"Yes, very boring two days." Dave said rolling his eyes, "How about you?"
"Believe it or not, I'm a Flight Attendant, I'm going home for a niece's wedding." Pam told him, "I had a flight to Montreal, and I would have normally had a lay over, but I need to get back quickly for all the minor stuff."
The flight attendant returned with the drinks and took the dinner order. Dave ordered a bottle of wine to go with dinner. Both of them sipped on their drinks as the plane taxied down the runway. Soon the plane was in the air. Pam and Dave exchanged idle chatter until the dinner and wine arrived. Dave looked over his seatmate as they chatted. She was a very shapely girl with small breasts that barely poked through her white blouse. She wore a navy mini skirt that seemed to be always riding high on her, even as she sat in the seat. She had smooth well-toned tanned legs.
The flight attendant removed the dirty dishes and offered to leave the bottle of wine behind for Pam and Dave to finish.
"I think we'll be okay for a while Sarah," Pam told the Flight Attendant, "I think we'll both be sleeping the rest of the way."
"Okay," Replied the flight attendant, I'm going to chit-chat with the other girls at the back, so if you need anything, just buzz."
Dave lay back and just got comfortable, when he realized that he had to visit the washroom.
"Darn wine," He muttered quietly, and then at loud, "Back in a minute."
The Executive class washroom was more spacious than economy. It had a large mirror and various hand lotions and soaps. Dave chose a mixed fruit soap, rinsed and dried his hands, and opened the door to return to his seat. As he exited the washroom, Pam was standing in line waiting.
"Your turn," He smiled at her.
"No, it's our turn," Smiled Pam mischievously as she pushed Dave back into the cubicle.