A Findommes Flight

It was My sharp intake of breath as I stubbed My toe that drew his eyes to Me. I felt them waft down My back, lingering on My ass while I acknowledged the concerned flight attendant and indicated that I was fine.

I took My seat by the window, setting My bag in front of Me. I lifted the shade to peek at the early morning light, trying to distract Myself from My throbbing toe. And from his stare.

I tossed My hair over My shoulder, and set My face in a soft, but disinterested mask. My stomach rumbled and I begrudgingly bent to pull a snack bar from My carry-on.

"Miss, your carry-on will need to go in the overhead compartment," the flight attendant hovered between Me and My observer, catching Me mid-bite. "Would you like help stowing it?"

"No thank you," I replied, wrapping My snack bar and balancing it on the armrest. "I can do it."

"Allow me."

No sooner had the flight attendant stepped away, than the man across the aisle had stood and taken their place.

"Oh, I can manage," I tossed My hair out of My face again. This man was tall, and sharply dressed. The shine on his patent leather shoes reflected the lights along the aisle, and his electric blue eyes were earnest. Sincere.

"I know you can," without a change in his breathing, he lifted my bag and gently nestled it in the overhead compartment. His voice was deep, with the perfect amount of vocal-fry to imply that he was just recently out of bed. "I simply want to afford you the time to enjoy your snack. It will still be a bit before breakfast is served."

"Thank you," I replied, picking up My snack bar and settling back into My seat. The man snapped the overhead door shut and slipped back into his own seat as the flight attendants began to take drink orders. The scent of his aftershave lingered, making Me think of the joys of a slow morning, still in bed...

"Is this your first time flying first class?"

I snapped back to reality, trying not to choke on the last bite of My food. His question finally registered and I shook My head. "No," I stalled by putting the empty wrapper in My pocket. "I always fly first class. But no matter how hard I try to blend in, it never works. I alway seem to stick out."

"I'd say you stick out less like a sore thumb, and more like an immortal goddess walking amongst unworthy mortals." Before I could reply, the flight attendant had reached My row.

"I'll have a coffee with cream to start," the man flashed a charming smile to the attendant. "And whatever this esteemed lady would like," a new smile spread across his face, making his blue eyes twinkle. He gestured to Me, and handed the attendant his credit card. "Throughout the entire flight - put all her expenses on my tab."

"Of course," the flight attendant turned to Me. "And what drink can I offer you?"

I glanced between the flight attendant and the man, now sitting silently thumbing through his phone. From My angle I could still make out a faint smile as he waited to hear My order.

"I'd like a coffee," I began. "With plenty of cream and sugar, and I'd also like a mimosa."

"Certainly," the flight attendant ran the card and moved to hand it back to the man.

"No, no," he chuckled, playfully waving it away. "Please return it to her, I know she has some shopping to do."

I saw the flight attendant freeze, momentarily unsure of how to proceed. "My apologies Mr. Brighton. With your name on the card, I shall return it to you. From there you may do as you please. I'll be back with your drinks."

Mr. Brighton watched flight attendant leave before leaning across the aisle, holding out his black AMEX card. "Here. For your amusement during our flight."

Slowly, I reached forward and accepted the card. "This is unusual..."

"Is it?" Mused Mr. Brighton, as the flight attendant returned with our drinks. "Please, use it however you like. If you have any trouble let me know, and I'll call my bank and have it approved immediately."

"What's the catch?" I ask, looking at the front and back of his card.

"No catch. None," Mr. Brighton held up his hands in a gesture of surrender. "If you will indulge me, I simply relish allowing delightful women, such as yourself, access to my wealth so that they might enjoy themselves for a time."

"No strings attached?" I took a sip of My mimosa as business class passengers began to board.

"No strings attached. I used to be able to say 'Order everything you could ever want from SkyMall' but their insolvency has ended that encouragement." He carefully poured cream into his coffee and finished with, "Grant me this delight. It will make this trip much more tolerable. I promise I won't bother you further, or judge your purchases."

I nodded and smiled, careful not to tip My drinks as I pulled out My phone and bought the fastest WIFI package.

This flight had just became a lot more interesting...