For what felt like the millionth time I asked myself how I had got into this situation; squashed up against the side of the aircraft as the large woman next to me took up over three quarters of the two seats. Once again I could only conclude that it was because I am too damned polite to say no to anyone. Especially strong women!
It had all started in the duty free section of the airport. I was browsing through the brightly lit aisles of chocolate, tacky souvenirs and bottles of alcohol on the slim chance that something might catch my eye when a commanding voice pierced the air behind me.
'Boy, could you be a dear and reach that bottle of whisky for me?'
I turned and was greeted by one of the most intimidating women I had ever laid eyes on. The first thing I noticed was her huge figure, not just that she was big but also her broad shoulders, bulging breasts and enormous round ass.
Despite her size she was very attractive, she had a very pretty face and her fat seemed to form perfect curves around her hips and chest. She was black, looked to be around 40 years old and and had an intense stare that I could feel even through her thick, Ray-Ban sunglasses.
My initial reaction was one of confusion as this lady was without a doubt tall enough to reach the bottle even on the top shelf, in fact I'd wager that she probably had a better reach than I did but not wanting to be rude I swallowed any protests I had and smiled.
'Yes of course madam, it's no problem at all,'
I reached up and retrieved the bottle for her. I went to hand it over but instead of taking it from me, she simply dismissed me with a wave.
'Thank you young man,' she called over her shoulder as she walked towards the checkouts 'now bring it over here so I can pay.'
I did a double-take, shocked at how rude this woman was to someone who was doing her a favour. I considered putting the bottle back on the shelf and walking away but I couldn't bring myself to sink to her level. Instead I grudgingly followed and took it over to the counter as she requested. Once there, she handed the money to the cashier and packed the whiskey away in one of many shopping bags which she must have left by the till.
I turned to leave but felt a strong hand clasp around my wrist and pull me back.
'Where do you think you're going boy?' the woman demanded 'you promised to help me with my bags.'
'I... wait I only said...' I stuttered in reply. I couldn't believe what was happening, having done the her a favour this bitch was completely taking advantage. Still there was something about her expression that stopped me from saying no. Under the shop assistants confused gaze I crumbled and, just wanting the situation to end, mumbled an apology.
'Yeah.. I-I'm sorry, where would you like them?'
'Well to my flight of course, I board shortly so we better head straight over.'
With that she marched past me and out into the departure lounge before I had a chance to change my mind. Not quite believing the situation, I strained to lift the mountain of bags and shuffled after her as as quickly as I could.
My heart sank as we arrived at her gate and realised we would be on the same flight. I was changing in Dubai on my way out to Australia and it was just my luck that she would be on the same route for the first half of the journey at least. As I handed her bags over I managed to steal a look at her boarding pass and was relieved to see that we wouldn't be sat next to each other. Finally something was going my way!
'Thank you for your help boy, you have been just perfect,' she said, extending her hand 'and we were never properly acquainted, my name is Valerie.'
Once again I bit my tongue in annoyance at being called boy but nevertheless I took her hand.
'No worries, I'm James,' I smiled politely.
As we shook hands Valerie gripped with a vice-like strength to the point that I actually winced. However I couldn't help but notice the slightly sensual way that she stroked my hand as she withdrew. It was the smallest contact but was definitely intentional and to my surprise I felt something stir inside me.
I hoped she didn't notice me blush and I quickly buried my face in my phone, counting down the seconds until we boarded and I was finally rid of this strange woman. Eventually the airport PA system crackled into life and called us forward. Soon we were through the tunnel and onto the plane, waiting for the attractive air hostesses to direct us to our seats.
I stowed my hand luggage in the overhead locker and had just found my seat when I felt a delicate hand placed on my arm. Turning I saw an absolutely stunning blonde hostess smiling at me warmly.
'Sir if you could follow me please,' she asked politely.
Almost in a trance I followed her down the aisle, my mind racing with possibilities as to where she was taking me. Was I being upgraded to first class? Hell maybe she fancied me and wanted my phone number. Thoughts of what I would do to this beautiful women if given the chance filled my head but I soon saw with dread that waiting at the end of the aisle was a large black women with a highly amused look on her face.
'W-what is this?' I asked in confusion.
'Well my dear,' Valerie began 'I was just explaining to the young lady here how helpful you had been to me and she has arranged for you to be moved next to me.'
I was in a state of shock. This wasn't normal behaviour, surely I could be expected to be moved at this mad woman's request.
'Well I don't know...' I started.
'I just think it's so nice what you've done for her. You sound like such a great guy,' the blonde hostess interrupted. Then she leaned over and whispered in my ear 'look this lady is a frequent flyer and very good tipper, we like to give her what she wants. Maybe if you do this for me I can find a way to reward you when we land.'
I was speechless for a moment but the glint in her eye told me that I would like the reward. I figured a few hours next to a strange woman would be worth the chance of a shot with this beauty.
'Well when you put it that way, I'd be happy to,' I reluctantly agreed, and slid in between Valerie and the window.
The blonde had given me a playful wink as she left and I was filled with excitement at what could be to come. This however was over 3 hours ago and she hadn't even been back to check on me. I was getting the distinct feeling that I had been played.
Instead my only reward was being pushed more and more tightly against the window as Valerie seemed to take up more space by the minute. All the while talking incessantly about how she had important business to conduct in Dubai and was currently 'gathering assets' whatever the hell that meant.
As my legs started to cramp up, I tried in vain to stretch and get a bit of blood flowing. Noticing this, Valerie raised an eyebrow and snorted in derision.