A Note to the Reader: I have used much creative license in the explanations of procedures related to Matthew's job to fit my needs for the story.
This was a concept I found interesting, but I have to admit - it went longer than I'd anticipated, and due to that, took a very different turn than I'd originally thought.
I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed dreaming it up.
- Bliss
It started off like any other Friday morning for Matthew Winters. He woke up, had coffee, showered, and got dressed for work. He gave himself a quick once over in the full length mirror, frowning slightly.
He'd always thought his natural good looks put him at a disadvantage for his chosen career in law enforcement. His superior officers had always disagreed with him, stating that his universal appeal and charisma made him an excellent talent for certain assignments. Matthew stood 6'3", 220 pounds, with piercing blue eyes and short jet-black curls. His attractiveness was hard and masculine; he would never be called pretty. An ex-girlfriend had mentioned that he was "what she always thought Superman would look like in real life". Part of his discipline involved always being at his physical peak. Matthew despised out of shape agents and officers.
He grabbed his suit jacket, suitcase and left. He had his usual flight to catch.
* * * * * * * * *
Matthew took the Friday morning flight from LAX to LGA every week as a US Air Marshal. He kept apartments in both cities, relatively close to the airport. He liked to board early and take an aisle seat on the very last row. This airline allowed seating selection upon boarding, and most people avoided the back if possible. Since this flight was rarely full, he usually had plenty of space to himself.
After performing his initial security check of the plane, he settled in. He loaded his only luggage, a carry on bag, into the overhead compartment and settled into to his favorite seat (Left side, 2 seat back row, aisle seat). He quietly observed the other passengers as they boarded. Perry, one of the female flight attendants nodded at him as she passed. Matthew was eyeing a loud Englishman when something bouncy in his peripheral vision drew him.
A very pretty, young looking blonde girl was walking down the aisle towards him, struggling with her large purse and what appeared to be a very heavy carry on bag. She was slender, slightly taller than average, and possessed of a rack that would likely make it impossible to have a conversation with her face. Her tits were bouncing as she walked. They looked especially large on her small frame. As he watched her, he decided that they weren't actually that big - she just had the chest of a larger woman. Her waist was about the size of one of his thighs. It took him another minute to make it farther down and take in her long slender legs, clad only in a dark denim mini-skirt.
She was carefully scanning the other passengers as she walked. When she reached the middle of the plane, she saw Matthew and locked onto him. She stopped next to him, looked down, and at that moment, he knew exactly the kind of woman that she was.
To most people, Matthew was a vaguely intimidating figure. He was large and powerfully built, and though his facial features were aesthetically pleasing, they would not be described as friendly or inviting. To some females however, Matthew was a magnet, particularly on airplanes. They saw him as a strong, protective figure to stick close to in a stressful situation, so women who were afraid of flying instinctively chose to sit near him.
She smiled at him shyly. She had very nice grey eyes. "Is that seat free? Do you mind if I take it?"
"Not at all," Matthew replied amicably. "Can I help you with your bags?"
"Thank you!"
He stood and fairly tossed the suitcase into the overhead compartment. It had been much lighter than he'd expected, not even 40 pounds.
The girl really was tiny
, he noted. No wonder she couldn't handle it.
"Wow," she said, gazing up at him in awe.
He is really hot, and as strong as he looks
. She couldn't believe the way he'd lifted her suitcase like it was a down pillow.
"Sorry," Matthew said sheepishly.
"Oh, it's fine." She waved her hand airily as she moved into the window seat.
While the remaining passengers boarded and the flight crew prepared for take off, Matthew chatted with his flying companion. He learned that her name was Airianne, she was a student at UCLA, and she didn't much like to fly. He given her his usual story, which was mostly truths. He gave him name as Matt, revealed his age to be 31, and told a funny and true story of an odd flight he'd once taken. He had told her that he was going to New York to visit family, the story he told fellow travelers on the rare occasions that conversations progressed past greetings.
When the plane took off, Airianne shut her eyes and gripped the armrests tightly. Matthew took the opportunity to stare at her chest, somewhat emphasized in her cotton zipup hoodie with all the deep breathing she was doing in an attempt to calm her nerves. It was zipped to the perfect height - just enough to give hints of her tantalizing cleavage without showing off too much.
Matthew sorely wanted to put his hand down the front of her top and find out if her skin was as soft as it looked. He wondered what her nipples looked like. The plane leveled out, and Airianne took another deep breath before she opened her eyes.
"I've taken this flight a few times," he offered. "It can be a bit turbulent this time of year." As if on cue, an announcement was made. The pilot was anticipating a rocky flight, and advised everyone to remain seated and secured.
"Oh God," Airianne whispered. She dug into her purse and pulled out a prescription pill container and one of those water bottles with a filter on it. Matthew could see that it was half full of Valium and prescribed to "Grace Roberts".
She saw him watching her and felt the need to explain. "My mom. She knows I get nervous with planes, so for long flights she'll usually slip me something to help." She smiled. "She's pretty great."
Bingo
, Matthew thought to himself. That was his in.
A bit later, there was another announcement; one of the flight attendants was letting them know that the WiFi was now available. The Valium was already having an effect on Airianne; she moved much more languidly as she reached to pull out her tablet. Matthew thought long and hard about his next step.
It had been much too long since he'd really
had
a woman
, he decided. He wouldn't even be considering this if he wasn't so damn horny, but his job didn't allow for much time to socialize.
He looked her over again while she chatted to him softly. She was going to be staying with a friend, and they had been emailing each other about the details all week - but she hadn't heard back from her in days. Her little skirt had ridden even further up her thighs, leaving her smooth skin bare. And her tits! He couldn't imagine going the rest of his life without seeing or touching them. He would be very, very careful. Matthew was certain she would be worth the risk.
He excused himself and entered the small area in the rear of the plane where the flight attendants prepared beverages and such. Perry was alone, rummaging through a cabinet. Exactly who he had wanted to speak with. She was in her forties, and always seemed mature and even-tempered. He quickly flashed his badge before he spoke. Matthew kept his voice calm and measured. "I'm a Federal Air Marshal," he started, noting her unsurprised expression, "and I think we may have a situation on board."
Perry was listening intently, but he was pleased to see that there was no trace of panic on her features. He explained that it involved a young woman, who he did not view as a threat to anyone's safety but was still possibly breaking the law. He added that he was hoping to keep things from escalating, but that he might need to have one of the restrooms in the back free. Perry nodded agreeably, and asked no questions. She locked the vacant restroom closed as she came up the aisle.
Airianne smiled briefly at Matthew as he slid back into his seat before returning to the game she was playing on her tablet. He redid his seatbelt and settled in. The flight attendants were taking drink orders now. Matthew ordered gin and tonic. Airianne started to ask for coffee, then thought better of it and asked for tea.
"I never remember how cold it is on these planes," she said to Matthew by way of explanation as she pulled out a folded linen blanket from her purse and covered herself with it.
"But between this and the tea, I should be warm soon enough."
Their drinks arrived shortly thereafter. Matthew poured his liquids into a flask and took a long pull. He didn't usually drink alcohol on duty but his plans for this flight were anything but by the book - so what was the harm in a drink? Airianne was carefully drinking her tea, blowing on it in between sips. Matthew stuck his flask into the rear pocket of the seat in front of him before turning to her.
"Airianne?" Matthew smiled charmingly.
"Yes, Matt?"
"I need to talk to you about something, and it's very important that you remain calm. Do you understand?"
"Yes, okay." Airianne closed her tablet case, giving him her full attention with a serious look on her face.
"I need to know everything about the drugs you're smuggling."
Airianne's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open in shock. "What are you-"
"Keep your voice down," Matthew instructed her sternly as he withdrew his badge. He held it on her tray for her to look over while he continued. "What are you carrying other than the Valium?"
"Matt, I'm not smuggling
anything
, I swear!" Airianne whispered urgently.
He shook his head. "I'm going to have to perform a search. Give me your purse, please."
