I'm new here, but I've already seen that some authors include notes at the beginning of their story to warn the readers that the descriptions of sexual acts are not as vivid as in many other stories on this site. That disclaimer seems like a good idea here too.
There is some sex described, but not orgiastic or covered in fluids. Other writers are better at throbbing and spraying, so I won't waste your time with weaker attempts. More time is spent describing people who are hoping to have sex, or not, and people who have had sex and what they're now going to do about it.
Thanks for your time. Feedback is welcomed.
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THE PRIVACY FLIGHTS
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For people who regularly flew from Copenhagen to Washington D.C., the flights were already famous, or perhaps one would say infamous.
The passengers were typically couples, but sometimes just a last-minute single who was unworried about what sort of person he might be very close to for ten hours. It's the Scandinavian Airlines Privacy Flight, where the "After Business Class" can make a ten-hour overnight just fly by.
If you pay the money to fly this After Business Class up in the front cabin, you will find five rows with one pair of seats on each side of the center aisle. The seats are plenty wide, and have extended leg room and complete reclining, but the seat pairs are aligned quite closely together. With the central armrests up and out of the way, they can function roughly as a double bed. Their fitted flannel covers are changed after each flight. There are floor-to-ceiling curtains behind each pair of seats which can be pulled around and in front to afford complete privacy. The airline does not accept reservations for single seats in the After Business Class until 24 hours before take-off. This is more likely to be a man traveling alone who needs to get to Washington in a hurry, but there have been rumors that if there are still seats unsold on the day of the flight, the airline may offer a deeply discounted fare to a woman traveling alone.
After takeoff, a flight attendant will approach each pair of seats, offering food and drink, and showing how to make the seats recline fully for when or if each passenger wants to assume the pose for sleeping. After serving drinks and food and more drinks, she will offer to close the curtains if desired, and reassure the occupants that the curtains will not be re-opened by cabin staff unless requested by the occupants, or, with some warning, after the announcement that the plane must prepare for landing.
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Kevin has been looking forward to Saturday night and lying next to Jessie on this long flight back to the U.S. Jessie is his wife of two years and, in his opinion, the best thing ever to happen to him.
The three weeks with Jessie in Eastern Europe have been special. The cities have been filled with history, the national parks have been filled with beautiful scenery, and the camps and hostels have been filled with interesting people, from youthful stalwart citizens, to second or even third-generation hippies, to memorable weirdos of all stripes. But there have been few opportunities for getting very close to Jessie in the night. So Jessie understands how Kevin is very much looking forward to this long flight home.
Their earlier flight from Prague to Copenhagen had been fine. Two hours in the late afternoon, and they enjoyed meeting Marta, a flight attendant who had spent some time in the western U.S. and enjoyed trading memories and observations. She and her crew would be also be continuing on and working the Privacy Flight to Washington DC.
But during their flight from Prague, Marta told them that for the Privacy Flight to Washington, all the remaining seats on the plane had been bought up by the United States Pentagon, to bring people back from Europe for some serious meetings on Monday. Now they were adding still more people, and they were pushing to take over the entire flight. They were putting pressure on the Danish Government, and the Danish Government was pressuring the airline to accommodate them. So the airline was busy bumping people off, and it was not pleasant.
As the plane prepared to land in Copenhagen, Marta told them that they were the last ones to keep their seats to Washington. She had managed to save them, but everyone else was being bumped to the next flight on Monday evening. Those people would be given large compensations, lodging, and meals, of course, but it was always hard to deliver all that bad news to all those passengers.
But then.... after they boarded the Privacy Flight plane to Washington, Marta came back again to Kevin and Jessie, now looking very upset. "I'm really sorry. I don't know what to say. They've sent us one more Washington passenger we have to accommodate. It's our government telling us this. We have no choice. We still have one more seat on the Monday night flight. But I'm afraid one of you will have to wait until that flight."
"What?" Kevin said. "No. You can't do that."
"Yes. I'm really sorry. I know it's very unusual, but... yes. We must."
Jessie said, "Well maybe both of us should just get off and fly back on Monday."
But Marta has still more bad news. "Well, unfortunately, we have only one seat still available for Monday. For two, one or both of you would have to wait until next Saturday for one of these flights. Or book another airline. But I'm told they're all quite full, even into next week. That's why they're twisting our arm about this flight, and their meetings for next week."
"But we can't do that that," Kevin said. "Our jobs... We can't be away that long."
"'I'm really very sorry. I feel terrible, but it's out of my hands.'
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Plodding back up the jetway to the terminal gate, Kevin passes a guy in his late 20's heading for the plane. He is tall and lanky, with an easy smile and what looks to be a military crewcut now growing out.
"Hey, man," he says. "I'm sorry about this. Not my idea. I wouldn't have done this to you. Orders from the Pentagon. I got no choice."
"Right," Kevin says.
"You traveling alone?" says his apparent replacement.
"No, I wasn't... I mean... NO! I'M NOT!"
"Oh... well... I'm really sorry."
"Yeah, right," Kevin responds. "So stay that way!"
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Kevin sits in an airport bar, unable to act, or even think. The airline is providing him food and lodging, along with coupons for several free flights in the future. He should go arrange the details for that. He should go demand cash, not just more flights. But he continues to sit in the bar. Finally, he tries calling Jessie.
When she picks up, his opening is cautious. "So how's your flight so far? Interesting?"
Jessie's response is also guarded. "Well... They've closed the doors, but we haven't moved yet."
"So how's it going?"
"It's okay. No surprises... Kevin, I'm really sorry. I feel terrible. I should have gotten off the plane with you. We could have both waited until next week and taken the privacy flight together."
"Yeah. Thanks. But you know that wouldn't have worked for our jobs. For either of us."
"I just feel really bad. About you. But then you've always enjoyed cruising a town on your own. You can still have a good time in Copenhagen tonight. I'll see you Tuesday morning, when you get in."
Kevin snorts. "Yeah. Right. Not really up for hitting the town tonight. I was looking forward to lying down next to you."
"I know that. And I wanted to be next to you. We'll be lying together real soon. Tuesday night. The airline will be paying for a nice hotel and it will be a sweet reunion."
"Right. Okay... So Jessie... I didn't say anything before... but you surprised me when you came out of the ladies room in the airport wearing that big loose lumberjack shirt for our next flight. I mean... that's not a normal look for you. So I had to wonder... were you still wearing a bra? I didn't want to ask... in case you were like leaving it as a surprise for me. But were you?"
"Well, I remembered that a couple weeks ago, you were joking around about this 'privacy flight' we had booked, and you said maybe I should leave my bra off for the flight. Just to save time, you said. Not surprising that you were already thinking about the flight I guess, knowing you. And you obviously thought that would be fun, so I thought 'What the hell...' So no, I'm not wearing one. That's why I put on the lumberjack shirt, so it wouldn't be obvious before we got to our seats on the night flight.
