Her ears popped and comfort was restored. Though slightly uncomfortable, none of the feelings were new or unusual. She had done this a million times and though she was practiced, it was never any better each time.
She relaxed into the seat and looked to the window where the world was dropping away rapidly below them. The land became a patchwork quilt the higher they got, a beautiful myriad of various shades of brown and green.
The grey intermittent mist of the morning was changing rapidly to bluer skies the higher the aircraft got and a contentment for the forthcoming excursion was spreading across her face. The trauma of parking and security checks long forgotten now with the excitement of what was to come.
The extra legroom a must have for her; she unfolded and then recrossed her long legs, more than aware that her dress had ridden slightly further up her thighs in the movement and very conscious of the resultant tilt of the man's head in the middle seat, in her direction.
The heels she wore were not overly high but sexy enough to showcase her pretty feet with their newly painted nails and which accentuated her arches with their thin soles, open toes and tapered heels. She knew that his eyes were on them. She wanted his eyes on them and felt rather than saw his body twist almost uncomfortably in the seat next to her. She smiled to herself.
The blue floral summer dress she wore in readiness for the better weather she was expecting at her destination, clung in all the right places on her curves, yet rode fluidly in others. She was aware that far more leg was showing than she would have usually been happy with at any other time and it took all her willpower to not touch the hem. She pretended not to have noticed.
The man in the next seat was trying to focus on the small screen of information on the screen wall ahead of them, but she could see his eyes flicking down to appraise her form.
She turned slightly to the window, giving him the privacy now to openly look at her without judgement and again with the close proximity, every emotion transferred quickly. He was obviously pretending now to look past her through the small rectangular porthole window at the sky, whilst simultaneously checking her out. Was he slathering? He was obviously intrigued. She could imagine his finder tracing her leg from toe to thigh. Slowly. Languidly.
Steady girl.
The summer dress was quite low cut and with her new, twisted position, gaped more than usual across her chest, exposing a little more of her bust through the hook and eye buttons and allowing him the hint of her pert curves. She had amazing breasts and it was almost a sin to hide them. Was he imagining cupping them in those large hands now? Was he contemplating smoothing them and tracing her nipples?
Despite the subdued muted sounds that altitude in a plane created, she heard his intake of breath and smiled to herself.
If only he could see her in a bikini right now, he would cum on the spot.
Suddenly she felt nerves. An obvious emotion. Expected, but still, she had a resolve in that moment and quelled those thoughts quickly and effectively. Life was for living. She knew what she wanted and there was only one way to do that. It wasn't going to be with fear. The couple of shots she had had earlier in the airport bar felt like they were beginning to have an affect. A warmth spreading throughout her body unrelated to the conditions now in the aircraft.
