Transatlantic long-haul flights with a stop can be pretty tedious if not for books. On my way out, I had read a couple of pieces from my tablet; pretty steamy stories about me, Srila, written by my boyfriend, Chuck. This trip was different. I was inadvertently shoved into a midlife dreamland.
I was just returning from a visit with my grown-up children, in their twenties now, steadily settling down in the USA. They were good kids and had their priorities chalked out and working hard towards commendable and realistic goals. Those were happy moments with them for a mom in her forties.
Yet, there were other happenings that left indelible and sensual fragments in my memory. I met both my ex-husband and my boyfriend unexpectedly and had encounters with them that stirred my rather peaceful singleton life. There was something churning deep inside me that was not there before this trip and it consumed my time with frank introspection.
That is what I did throughout the first flight and the layover in between. Yes, I had sex with both men; not planned at all but occurred as events rolled along. Again, I was not one known for being forward or active in that department. I tend to be slow and measured.
Flights Fantasies and an Outrageous Incident
People that know me, are aware that I am pretty ordinary and non-flamboyant. I tread the regular path and not one for overt display of emotion. My partners also will vouch that I am not very forward or adventurous but I do play along. Given that background, my current disposition was delicately disquieting.
I was not only thinking about the men I was with on this trip but I was reliving some of the more starkly intimate events. I could feel their hard bodies against mine, the erotic man aroma, their hot breaths through warm lips, their arousal as a response to me and me to them. I even walked back the positions and the way they felt inside me. Why, I even pondered and regretted some things that we didn't do! The doggie thing that I liked, I missed.
The man in his fifties seated next to me, introducing himself as Ed, and on the way to Doha, was making small talk. After I told him that I had gone to see the kids, he asked me if I was a single mom and I nodded. Did they even use that term for moms of kids in their twenties? He then semi whispered that I had nice eyes. I would have brushed that aside as a random hit line but this time I did think a bit more about it. He capped that query with a gentle guiding touch on my hip when I crossed him to get to the isle. I found myself wanting him to touch me again when I came back and was disappointed that he didn't! He was traveling to Amsterdam from Doha and we even spent some time grabbing a snack which I think was unconsciously manoeuvred by me at the stop over. When we parted, I was looking for a hug that didn't happen and I was plunged into my own frustration driven amorous thoughts again. He was older but was tall, attractive and well-groomed, with a polished style of conversation. I started imagining rerouting and joining him to Amsterdam and sitting in one of those romantic hotels with a balcony over the canals. We would sip tea absorbing the busy activity below and the aroma of the rippling water while we flushed our veins with undisclosed anticipation. Yes, he would pull me back to the room, take off my clothes with refined gentleness. I would help him with coy hesitation. His eyes would burn over my body invoking a large crop of goose bumps. He would express admiration with dignified words even when appreciating my most private areas. His arousal lifted me even higher. He would make love to my whole body and soul that was both fervent and passionate. Being the big Caucasian, I knew he would be well endowed and I imagined he didn't disappoint. There was something primitively exhilarating with having sex with a random stranger. He would even turn me around and have me from behind, pummeling me with the kind of energy that would give me a rare vaginal orgasm! I was getting carried away. Was I ever into those fantasies before? Never!
Yet, I was going to experience something that I would never imagine in my wildest dreams!
I pulled myself back to reality with a moralistic haul of my deviant virtual neck. I was going back home and I needed to be myself; my real self. There was my old world to face and my career to continue and hopefully develop. I went to one of the restrooms to change into a skirt discarding my jeans. That's what I did usually when I fly into the warm climes. That innocuous and innocent change of attire had dramatically significant consequences!
The second leg of my journey, however heaved me back to the memories of happenings that might well be life changing. My seat neighbour was uninteresting this time. My mind was flitting too much to read, even though I had an unopened book and some stuff on Kindle on my tablet. There was huge appreciation from many of the way I looked, I thought. Looking good and being admired was always a nice thing and something we all strive to achieve. Some of what I had was god given and I can't claim any credit except for the tiny bit of maintenance that I carried out like basic cosmetic care. I needed not much more, given the face and figure I was blessed with. A sliver of vanity crept into me and I toyed with the idea of making myself look even more sexier than I guessed I already was. I looked around the cabin at people that walked by and compared myself to some of them and the way they dressed and carried themselves. I noticed some areas where I could emulate them if I had the courage.
A woman seated in front of me rose to get to the aisle and I noted her rather sexy butt. She was ethnically like me but a bit larger. When she turned she had that upper cleavage peeking seductively at the bottom of her shirt neck. I never did that and hey, why not? It is what everybody did these days even the middle-aged ones. My boobs were big enough to display a good cleavage and without making it outrageous I can make it deliciously desirable. I could even pad my butt to make it more attractive. Suddenly exciting possibilities of enhancing my appearance danced secretly in my mind.
A weeks before my trip, a dapper, wealthy tycoon called Harsha Krishna had befriended me and was making some small talk through chats which was at worst slightly annoying. I cut him off when he sent a picture of him in a skimpy pair of shorts with an obscene crotch bulge. There was also a warning bell that tinkled deep within; it said don't lose all that you built as a spotless character of grace and chastity. Yeah, right! Bloody rubbish!
The flight from Doha to Chennai was overnight and after wine and dinner we were all tucked in with the lights dimmed. I threw the blanket over me and made myself comfortable. I shut my eyes and all I could think of was the unplanned passionate physical encounters with the two men; the only ones I really knew and were now referred to in the past tense. I recollected granular details like the first episode with my ex-hubby when I had sex, a bit rushed with my bra on. While he was turned on quickly, even too fast, my other guy couldn't get it up and I had to try everything in the book and my mouth to get him going.
My erotic thoughts got me impassioned and my hand crept down between my thighs. I found my core and started gently making myself happy. I had my movements well covered under the blanket. However, after a while, I felt like letting myself go freely in private and I thought I will use the toilet.
That lead to the most shockingly unusual but bizarrely exciting occurrence in my entire life!
Walking from my aisle seat I reached the toilets and found both occupied. I stood in the tiny space next to an emergency exit and a young dude joined me standing behind. The folks in there were taking their time and the guy got chirpy.
"You studying in the US?" Again, an unsolicited compliment of my apparent youth! I wasn't sure how he knew where I began my journey.
"No. I was just visiting family." I felt awkward to burst his bubble (and mine) by saying my kids were in their twenties. "And you? Visiting Chennai?"
"No, I am going there, like, to study." I couldn't place where he was from by either his appearance or accent. "I saw you at Dulles and at Doha." That explains it, I thought. So, he was kind of stalking?
"Oh, so you are from Washington?" I asked.
"No but like, close. And your family live there?"
"No. I was... was visiting a friend." Was I giving away too much to a stranger?
"Yeah I saw him dropping you off." My gosh! Chuck hugged and kissed me at the kerb. The guy gave me a knowing look. He then switched topics. "What is Chennai like?"
