I hadn't intended to write a followup story, but it seemed to call to me. Please read Night Flight to set the stage.
Once in the terminal, I looked around but she was nowhere to be seen. As I headed for the rental car counter, I wondered if it had been real, or just some silly old man's dream. No, I decided, it was real. The soft skin and firm breasts were just as I remembered from my youth all those many years ago.
The client meeting went well, so much so that they wanted to talk about more projects and give me a tour of their facilities. I stayed an extra night and had a nice dinner with the executives. Stopped by the client again in the morning, then headed to the airport for my trip home. I got a little earlier flight back, but it would still be dark before we landed. Since I came right from the client, I was still dressed in my business suit. With my Priority boarding, I was one of the first ones on the plane and headed for my favorite seat; row 2, right side, window. Enjoying one of my favorite pastimes, watching people board, I saw a rather attractive young woman enter. Very business-like, her hair was up, off-white blouse with matching jacket and skirt. She looked familiar, but I had no idea why. Just then she looked at me, smiled, and headed for my row.
"Is this seat taken?" As soon as I heard her voice, it clicked. She was the mystery girl from my flight out two days earlier.
"Please" I motioned with my hand. "Sorry, I almost didn't recognize you."
"Yeah, I clean up pretty good." Oh no, did she take what I said the wrong way? She must have seen the look on my face and smiled. "I'm just messing with you. When I'm not working, I let my hair down, both literally and figuratively. A lot of people have to take a second look to be sure it's me. How about you, looking pretty sharp yourself."
"Just came from a client. You know, we never really introduced ourselves on the flight out. Seems we were preoccupied." I saw her blush a little and I'm pretty sure I did also. "I'm Jack and I'm a project manager. Most of the time I work at my company office, but some clients prefer a more personal relationship so I'll fly out to meet them and discuss how things are going. I could have retired a couple years ago, but then my wife got sick and caught Covid when it was first going around. A week later she was gone. My kids are grown, married, and have families of their own. I see them occasionally, but otherwise it's just me in the house. I like what I do so I decided to just keep working as long as they'll have me. I don't want to be the old guy sitting on the front porch yelling at kids to stay off my lawn."
She laughed at that and held out her hand. "Pleased to meet you Jack. I'm sorry to hear about your wife. My name is Rose. A little unusual for someone my age, but It seems my mother was a big 'Titanic' fan and I was born shortly after it came out. We used to watch that movie together when I was growing up; I think I remember almost every line from it. I can just see her face when I tell her I met a Jack on the plane. I work for a software company now and go out to our clients to do training sessions. Sometimes it is a week or longer when they are first starting, or just a day or two like this when an update comes out. I don't really have anyone at home either. My job comes first and boyfriends don't seem to like that, along with being gone quite a bit."
The flight attendants started the pre-flight announcement and we both stopped and pretended to pay attention like everyone else. The flight wasn't full and we ended up with an empty middle seat again. Push back, a short taxi, and we were on our way. Another perk of being a Priority member was free drink coupons. I don't use them when I'm heading to a client, but on the way home and a long flight at that? Yes, it's a nice way to relax. I pulled a couple out of my laptop bag and asked Rose. "Would you like to join me for an alcoholic drink? I have plenty of these and I hate drinking alone." She saw me smile and returned one. "Yes, thank you." I know it sounds corny, but she ordered wine, a rosé, and I of course had a Jack and Coke.
We talked a little more about our jobs, what we liked and what we didn't. I also learned she has a brother and sister, both older than her. They have families and children, and her mother was dropping hints about the same for her. 'Not yet Mom, I haven't found anyone I want to be with.'
The flight attendants came around to clean up and said they would be dimming the lights shortly. I saw Rose stifle a yawn. Looking at me, she asked. "Is that shoulder still available?" I pushed up the armrest and answered, "For you, of course."
"I'll be right back", pointing to the front of the plane. She got up to go to the forward restroom and while
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she was gone, I pulled off my tie and loosened the top shirt button. On her way back I thought I saw a little jiggle under her blouse and a couple dark spots that I hadn't seen before. It was confirmed when she slid into the center seat. Tucking her legs under herself took a little more effort in a skirt, but she settled in. I loosened my seatbelt and turned slightly so she had better access and pulled her jacket over her shoulder and my lap. My left arm and hand were on my lap, and I put my right hand on her left side by her waist. With her left arm and hand, she pulled herself closer to me. She murmured "This feels nice." just as the lights dimmed. Her blouse was very soft, almost like silk, as I lightly slid my hand up and down her side. All I could feel was smooth skin under the material. Looking up at me, she whispered "I'm not wearing one...now." At the same time, she took my hand, pressed it against her breast, then moved it to the buttons on her blouse. "Please...". Well, she didn't have to ask me twice. I slowly undid each one until the two sides parted. I remembered what she liked before, teasing touches and circles underneath each firm breast, then light stroking between them and circle above, returning to repeat with a smaller circle, closing in on an incredibly hard nipple. A gentle pinch, a pull, a twist, and she was burying her face in my shoulder to muffle her moans and cries. When she came back down, she pushed my hand to her lap and between her thighs. "I'm not wearing anything there either...". She spread her legs slightly and as I moved under her skirt, I could feel the heat and moisture of her arousal. In our positions it was difficult to do too much, but I could reach her sex and feel her pleasure button. Some more light stroking and I slowly pushed one finger inside her. She gave a muffled yelp, stiffened and clamped my hand in place. It took several seconds before she relaxed and her breathing returned to almost normal. "That...was...incredible... How do you do that to me?" I kissed her forehead, "it helps to have a lovely partner." Her hand slid down my chest and to my crotch. I may be old, but the plumbing still works and something was certainly taking notice of what had been transpiring. I was harder than I had been in a long time. Rose rubbed her hand over my zipper and in a low, husky voice said "Seems someone wants to join the party."
"He's old, and a little rusty, but fully loaded and has a hair trigger."
"Good to know.." Rose released my seat belt and I sat back. She loosened my belt and button on my pants and pulled the zipper down. Reaching into my boxers, she pulled my hard dick out and wrapped her hand around it. "Ooh, feels nice. Let's see how it tastes." She moved back slightly so her head could go under her jacket; we didn't want to be THAT obvious about what was going on. With the first lick, I almost lost it right then. It took all my willpower to keep from exploding. Another lick, a kiss, then the wonderous feeling of her mouth over the head. Some slight bobbing and I couldn't hold it any longer. I put my hand on the side of her head, she placed her hand over mine and squeezed in acknowledgment. I erupted into her mouth as she swallowed every spurt. When I was spent, she licked me clean. I tucked myself back in as she sat up and buttoned her blouse. We didn't need to say anything to each other, our faces said it all. We curled back together with her on my shoulder.
