The first time I caught sight of her was at the check-in line at DFW airport on a sticky, hot Sunday afternoon. Her rear view was stunning, making me wonder if the slim brunette dressed in black was a cover girl or model. Her long, glossy hair cascaded in waves down her back, almost reaching the silver belt which marked the tidy line where her stylish white top tucked into her tight, pencil skirt. She was dressed conservatively for business but her lovely figure and her casual elegance made her instantly noticeable - to me, at least. Like all women, I tend to notice other well-dressed, attractive women and, even though it isn't a sexual thing, girls notice other girls in ways that men don't. This is especially true if they are beautiful women with nice figures who dress attractively for business yet still manage to look beautiful and sexy at the same time, like this girl. Her burgundy shoes had four inch heels, which made her legs look fantastic and I couldn't help admiring how great she looked from behind.
I boarded the flight to Hong Kong and took my place in the business class seat that I had managed to persuade Pete to waste our precious corporate funds on. Pete was my boss and he loved me. He knew I would be a happier, more productive employee if I was upgraded on his bullshit mission to Hong Kong, and also that I wouldn't rub his nose in the inconvenience he was putting me to by cutting short my weekend.
People slowly inched past the empty seat next to me and I closed my eyes for a few minutes wondering which of the endless stream of ghastly, overweight businessmen or gaudy tourists would flop down into it. Probably a businessman, since the tourists almost always sit at the back of the bus. The worst case scenario would be a platinum flyer on vacation who generously let his horrible child sit up in first to experience the never-ending irritating video games.
I was woken from my pleasantly soporific state by a lovely female fragrance, and I was delighted to open my eyes and see the pretty brunette stowing her luggage above my seat. Since she was on tiptoes reaching over my head, it was hard not to notice her very well-filled black lace push-up bra underneath her white blouse. I found myself admiring her curvy figure as she succeeded in forcing her bag into the overhead. Her boarding pass lay on the blue leather of the seat next to me. 3A Sandra Black, I read. How appropriate that she has black hair and picks black underwear, I mused. I really must find out what her wonderful fragrance is and where she buys her sexy shoes.
I managed to stand up so she could pass me to get to the window seat. She smiled gratefully at me as she sat down elegantly on the padded leather, then flicked through a few screens on her smart phone while I resumed my seat and surreptitiously studied her. She was quite young but looked like a high flyer since she travelled business after all. I wondered if she had a boss like Pete who doted on her and encouraged her to spend whatever she wanted on expenses.
I liked how well put-together she was. Her clothes were elegant and expensive, with perhaps just a bit too much sex appeal. Her low-cut lacy black bra was meant to be visible, and you could tell it was designer lingerie. The straightness of her silver belt contrasted with the full roundness of her breasts under the crisp white blouse. Now that I looked more closely it wasn't one of those push-up bras that enhance a girl's assets -- she was simply very well endowed. Perhaps she was an actress or entertainer. In any event her sexy look would serve her well in the man's world in which we business women compete, I reflected. She would certainly get the attention of men. Her demure blouse exposed a tantalizing amount of sun bronzed flesh in the cleavage between her generous breasts. She wore no pantyhose but, with her smooth, flawless skin and muscular bare legs, she really didn't need to. The outline of her quads made aesthetically pleasing contours all the way up her tanned thighs, making her look like a runner. Her face was pretty and very appealing with a natural smile revealing nice, white teeth. I immediately wanted her to be my friend.
After takeoff I sipped on a red wine then fell into a deep sleep, only slightly troubled by the prospect of developing new relationships with strange, Chinese customers. I slipped into a pleasant dream in which I was shopping at Nordstrom and pretty brunette assistants were bringing me lacy black bras and tight skirts to try on while I slipped my feet into sexy, burgundy high heels.
I awoke with Sandra's fragrance suddenly very close to me and her hand on my shoulder indicating she wanted to get out of her seat to use the restroom. I groggily got up and marveled at her poise and grace as she slid easily out of her seat and squeezed carefully past me leaving a pleasant wake of Christian Dior perfume. It was almost completely dark in the sparsely occupied cabin. I must have missed dinner, I reflected ruefully. Pete's investment mostly wasted, since dinner is one of the main benefits of the extra $1,000. It must be the most expensive dinner in the world.
The only glow was from multiple screens showing Lethal Weapon 2 and a movie featuring an incredibly dull-looking couple that I could not have given a rat's ass about. I sat down and immediately fell asleep again. When I awoke this time, Sandra was stepping over me to resume her seat. She was trying not to wake me but since my footrest was extended she had to climb over my feet, her athletic right leg stretched way over me as she turned to face me. She had lifted her tight skirt up to give herself maximum stretch, exposing her beautiful, bare thighs and her pretty, lacy panties which I could see were decorated with a tiny pink bow.
She didn't seem to execute this maneuver quite as gracefully as when she exited - she lost her balance mid-step and fell forward suddenly, her legs straddling mine, placing her hands on my shoulders. Her lovely face was very close to mine in the semi-darkness and I could see her white teeth as she apologized in an embarrassed way. Her soft hair touched my face. She smelt of Dentine and perfume -- she was absolutely gorgeous. I don't think I'm bi or anything, but I was definitely experiencing a reaction being so close to this beautiful woman. Just a little bi-curious perhaps, and there's nothing wrong with that is there?
There was a very long minute while I gazed at the deep plunge of her cleavage and let my eyes stray down to where I could just see her panties above her bared thighs. Her legs were wide apart over mine, and, in my dozy state, I felt pleasantly warm at the sudden intimacy of being so close to this very sexy woman. I could appreciate why men love a lap dance. I wondered if they were thong panties. I had an urge to hold her hips to steady her. I flushed hotly at the thought as I let my eyes dwell on her beautiful big breasts before settling on her lovely smiling eyes. She had seen my checking out her boobs, which only made me blush more. The moment felt like an eternity, but it was probably only a few seconds before she gathered herself together to pull herself over into her seat.
"Sorry about that," she whispered so as not to disturb the other passengers, leaning close to me. She looked quite lovely in the dim reflected light -- her white teeth smiling at me in the semi darkness. She had freshened up her lipstick and her lips looked dark and glossy -- and were so close to mine. More of her cleavage seemed to be exposed than before, and she was touching my arm.
