My name is Tracy. I'm just another young, lonely business woman in an okay job position traveling from place to place in search of happiness. That's what I make myself believe anyway. I'm really taking these midnight flights because I travel
way
too much as part of my job. Flying, I'd say, is okay. Kinda fun when you get used to it. But that doesn't change the fact that it's tiring. When you're alone, and you do these kind of things more or less by yourself, you start to wonder what exactly you're doing there, and sometimes it's a little disorienting, which makes it a bit boring.
Well, whatever the case, all planes have their ups and downs. Sometimes I get to fly first class in a plane with movies, eating an in-flight lunch and honey roasted peanuts. Other times I have to fly in coach next to an engine, eating nothing but pretzels. I always try to make sure that I sit next to a window, because it isolates me a bit more from the tons of people on the plane, and if I have to sit next to the fat guy with a disease, I can just stare out of the window the whole time and not have to talk to anybody.
This particular flight was at night. There weren't too many people on the plane. It was almost empty. Nonetheless, they sat me right at the back of the plane, in a seat that didn't even have a window. I tried to reseat myself but they just gave me crap about it. Being tired, I didn't care. I figured I'd just go to sleep anyway.
Sitting in my seat, waiting for everyone to get seated so we could take off and this flight could be over with, a tall woman walked all the way to the back to join me! Normally I'd have been rather miffed that someone was sitting next to me in a plane where there were almost no people whatsoever and they decide to pair us up. But this person looked like she'd be a good bit of company. It's not like I had a window to look out of anyway.
"Oh! Figured I'd be alone here. Hello."
"Hi."
She sat down in the middle seat next to me and put her carry-on in the isle seat. If this had been anyone else, I'd have felt cramped. But I felt more relaxed.
"I'm Miranda."
"Tracy." I said with a smile as I shook her hand delicately.
"Where you headed?"
"Home. Just got back from a business trip."
"Well, me too! Except more of a vacation than business trip."
This woman was taller than I was. But oh boy, was she handsome! She had dark brown hair in a neat hairstyle, a bun that drew strands of hair out in different spots, held together by chopsticks. Her tan business suit only added to the professional look, yet one made to seduce if I'd ever seen it. She took off her jacket for the plane ride though, so she was in a white long-sleeve shirt and dark gray dress skirt. I was in pretty much the same thing, except different colors of a different brand, but business attire nonetheless. A dark-blue long-sleeve shirt and a pitch-black dress skirt. Mine was longer too. But I kept my gray jacket on. What drew me to stare at Miranda though was the way her large breasts jutted out of her white shirt. Her shirt was a bit thin, too, so I could see the outlines of her black bra underneath. But, like anybody who stares at breasts, I had to look away and make it look not so obvious. It was a bit tough because she was looking at me and smiling so much, her big red pouting lips making her look all the more sexy. I forgot to put down the armrest when she sat down, so our bodies were touching in the small seats, making me able to see the smooth curves of her legs that she kept tightly together the way nicely-mannered girls would sit. It was actually a pleasant warm feeling.
We kept talking until we took off, then as we were in the air I thought I would get some sleep.
"Good night Tracy." She said with a smile. I smiled back at her before closing my eyes.
