They called my flight over the loud speaker... "Flight KL222 to Kuala Lumpur is now boarding through gate 14. Please have your passport and ticket out ready for inspection." I was heading over to KL for a conference. I was a bit nervous, as I didn't know anyone else who was going, so I was going to be in a foreign country by myself. As I joined the queue to board, I though I saw a familiar face of a handsome man I once knew, who I hadn't seen in years. There queue was moving through the gates quickly, and with so many people in front of me, I couldn't spot my mysterious guy again. I thought maybe I'd imagined it... until I was making my way along the aisle of the plane to my seat, 36A, a window seat, right at the back of the plane... Then I saw him.
Fussing around with his bag in the over head locker.. there he was. He was just as gorgeous as I remembered. I wondered if he remembered me? He looked even better than I remember- very toned and fit...I recalled a mutual friend vaguely mentioned that he was now doing Iron Man comps... well they suited him nicely. Nothing had ever happened between us before, but there were always sparks... and sexual tension... and a lot of it. As I approached my row, he ventured to sit down in his seat. In my row. 36B. Coincidence? Or fate? I half waved and smiled at him as he looked up to inspect who he was going to be stuck next to on this long international flight. As our eyes met, and he registered who I was, he nervously tried to stand up out of his seat... With his seatbelt still done up. We both laughed as he unbuckled and let me through to my seat.
As he settled back into his seat, his leg pressed up against mine. Straight away I knew the tension was still between us. Small talk kept us going until they closed the doors of the plane and we began to taxi to take off. It was just us two in the row, the third seat was empty. He explained he was heading over for a business meeting in KL, only staying a few days before heading home again. His company had put him up in a nice hotel, the Shangri-La. Why did that name sound so familiar?? Then it hit me, I'm sure that was where I was staying... where my conference was. Wow. This conference might end up better than I thought!
He explained he had some work to do on his laptop that he needed to get out the way. So I settled down to watch a movie. I was a little cold, so I asked the air-hostess for a blanket. She gave me two, so I offered one to him. He accepted and we draped the blankets over our legs. I was so tired, I must have drifted off to sleep during my movie, I woke up and found his leg pressed up against mine... harder, and more deliberate this time... I gazed over and his eyes were closed. Damn... I had to go to the loo, but I didn't want to wake him up. I got up, faced the front on the plane and stepped one leg over his knees, gripping the seat in front of him, so I didn't fall back onto his lap. As I was awkwardly lifting up my second leg to navigate over him, the plane shook through turbulence and I landed, seated on his lap, as he jerked awake. As I sat there, mortified... I could feel his erection through my skirt. Fuck that's hot. I quickly got up and ran to the toilet as I felt my cheeks flush pink.
I came back to find him out of his seat, (stretching his legs, he said) to allow me easy access back to my seat. He followed me back down the row and we re-arranged the blankets back over us. This time his hand came to rest on my bare thigh. A few moments passed... maybe he was gauging what my reaction would be. It felt comfortable with him. The plane lights dimmed, it was night time.
