It all started when I was sent overseas for a business trip to France; as usual my flight was delayed and I was bored. Being the naughty boy that I am, soon I found myself scanning the room taking in the view of all of the hot women that might be on my flight.
Sitting across from me in the terminal was this vision of sexuality that captured my imagination. She was average height but toned and trim. Her hair was shoulder length with a hint of highlight mix in with her natural brunette locks. From the looks of her I could tell she took very good care of her figure and worked out regularly.
The little skirt she wore rode up high on her crossed legs revealing the muscular thighs she possessed. Her calves were accentuated by the four inch heels decorating her feet. The tanned flesh of her legs glistened in the warm sunlight peering through the large windows revealing the fact that she recently waxed.
She was busy reading a magazine that appeared to be some sort of fitness journal but I couldn't make out the name due to the language it was printed in. Following her hands up along her forearms and biceps I could tell that this was no ordinary lady. The cut of her muscles told everyone she had to be a fitness model.
As she lowered the magazine to stare out the window I was treated to the rest of her body that previously was hidden from view. She worn a light weight silk blouse that clung to her chest. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra because I could see the outline of her semi-firm nipples pressing against the fabric. The small collar framed her neck as it gave way to the V shaped opening the top three undone buttons left exposing the depth of her cleavage and the perfect round form of her breasts.
Staring like I was at this gorgeous woman made me daydream about what her life must be like. Lost in my trance I never noticed her turn and look at me catching my unwelcome glare.
A clearing of her throat and a stern wrinkle of her nose told me I had been caught. Unable to see her eyes behind the dark sunglasses I just mouthed "Sorry" and turned my attention away out the window.
The call finally came to board and we all milled around gathering our bags. When I looked up the vision that I focused on earlier was gone. Disappointed I went on thinking how bad my luck was going to be once I found my seat. In all of my flights never have I had a beautiful lady assigned to the seat anywhere near me accept when I flew with my wife. Why would this one be any different?
When I finally was allowed to board I found my seat and attempted to place my carry on in the overhead compartment. As always they were full; working my way back towards the back I finally found a spot past the emergency exits and crammed my luggage into a space too small for even a large purse.
Walking back to my seat I saw a rather large heavy man standing in the isle next to my seat. "Great I will have to scrunch in next to him." I thought. When I came close I asked if he had the window and he looked at his boarding pass and realized he was in the wrong spot.
Well maybe my luck wasn't so bad after all. Taking my seat with the vacant window seat next to me I leaned my head back closing my eyes and waited for takeoff. Minutes passed as people continued to move about the cabin unaware as to who was going and coming.
The faint smell of a sweet perfume brought me out of my daze. Looking up I saw the woman that captured my attention earlier standing next to me double checking her seat assignment. With a gleeful look in my eye I watched as she glanced at her pass and the seat number next to me by the window. It was hers!
As quickly as I could I moved out into the isle allowing her access to her seat not wanting her to ask the stewardess for another seat. With a hesitant pause she finally moved into the row gracefully taking her place next to me.
Hopping back in my seat like a little kid I quickly buckled my seat belt thinking that would keep her from moving. I didn't want my luck to run out now that one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen had just sat next to me.
Settling in as the plane took off I finally found the courage to strike up a conversation. Introducing my self with casual pleasantries I found out her name was Staci. We spoke a little about ourselves and then returned to the awkward silence that comes along with travel.
I did find out that she was indeed a fitness model and now lived in France after a stint in Hawaii. She was really nice and polite especially after I apologized for gawking at her earlier. She mentioned that that happened all of the time and truthfully thought of it as a complement when people marveled at her beauty.
