I was on the first leg of a flight, by myself, for a family illness back east when I arrived at St. Louis to switch to the second leg in my flight schedule. After deplaning I found the next gate location and settled in for the wait; that's when I noticed that one of the flight attendants from the first flight had changed into civilian cloth and was waiting for the same flight I was. She was a beautiful black woman in her mid thirties with jet-black hair, rich coffee colored skin and shining dark brown eyes that hypnotized me when I look into them. While I was on my first flight I noticed her as she move through the plane performing her duties, she always looking fresh and unruffled. She was a picture of raw sexuality that captured my attention and aroused my desires through the entire flight.
When my time to board the plane was called I noticed that she had moved into the line to board as well. As I arrived at my seat she was lifting her bag up into the overhead at my isle number. Quickly I dropped my bag onto a seat and offered my help, as any gentleman would have done. Her smile lit her face, like a sunrise lights the mourning sky, as she accepted my offer of assistance. After helping her I loaded my bag into the overhead and took my seat next to her. "Hi, my name is Bill," and I offered her my hand. She responded, "Sarah, here." And the ice was broken between us, as we stared into each other's eyes. "Weren't you on the flight I was just on?" she questioned, "I remember you smiling at me as I walked through the plane."
"Yes, I was," I responded and we continued to talk about several different subjects for about 30 or 40 minutes until the pilot came on the intercom and announced that our flight had been cancelled do to mechanical problems and that it would not be rescheduled until the next morning. Sarah's face dropped in disappointment with her commented that she was going to meet her husband whom she had not seen in a week. As we deplaned I ask her if she wouldn't mind have dinner with me, since my wife was not traveling with me and we would otherwise both be alone. Without hesitation she smilingly accepted my offer. The airlines piled us into shuttled vans and delivered us to our hotel for the night. "I'll meet you in 30 minutes in the lobby if you can be ready?" I asked. "Great 30 minutes it is." she replied. As I moved to my room all I could picture was Sarah's smile and the deep pools of her eyes, I couldn't wait to meet her for dinner.