Flying Easyjet is sort of OK. You get what you pay for. Delays are the norm, and the scramble to get on the plane brings out the worst in everyone. I arrived at my departure gate with a little time to spare and noticed the Easyjet staff arrive to begin boarding. A queue formed which I found myself near to the front of just by chance.
They held us up while they invited passengers with speedy boarding to come forward. A couple of sheepish looking men stepped forward clearly self-conscious that they had been the only ones to pay the extra for the speedy boarding privilege. Then it was the turn of people needing special assistance. For this flight it was families with young children. Three families stepped forward and made their way through.
I checked out one of the mothers in these family groups. She was really nice looking and had clearly had a good holiday with lots of sun. The husband looked a little worn and was carrying all the bags and shit that go with taking two young kids on a flight. The wife/mother/milf (I think milf suits her best) was carrying only her handbag and looked very sexy in her light summer dress. Perfect for where we were flying from but not that great for when we landed.
All regular passengers were next invited to board and being at the front of the queue, I made my way past the staff showing my passport and boarding card. I followed the family down the stairs, still checking out the milf. She was really hot. It was impossible not to stand just a little too close as she ushered her children forward. I think she noticed me being close but didn't seem to react.
We were kept waiting a little while in a holding area and then moved onto a bus to take us to the plane. As I positioned myself on the bus, I made sure I had a great view of the hot mother I had been fixating on. She was getting me all worked up. The bus filled up and I soon found a crowd of people between the family and me. I decided to turn my attention to the crowd and it wasn't long before another lady caught my eye.
She had dark hair, was very good looking, about 40 years old, but no wedding ring but lots of jewellery. I couldn't tell if she was traveling alone, but she was wearing a black dress and had a nice full figure beneath it. The bus got more crowded and we were forced to huddle together. The dark haired woman shuffled my way and accidentally stepped on my foot.
"Sorry," she purred.
I shrugged and smiled. She didn't really smile back but I carried on staring at her from very close up. She didn't appear to be with anyone, and I considered sitting next to her on the flight.
As we all got off the bus to make our way over to the plane, I followed her up the rear steps to the back of the plane. My eyes fixated on the way she moved and my mind filled with thoughts of undressing this beautiful woman and discovering her body. Some women get so much better with age and peak in their 40's. This was just such a woman.
As we got to the top of the stairs, we shuffled onto the plane and waited for people to sort their bags out and take a seat. Again she stepped back and got my foot again. This time we laughed and joked it was becoming a habit. In the end we sat together although there was very little conversation. She took the window and I took the middle seat. No one sat in the aisle. She was quiet and reserved and sort of minding her own business. I on the other hand was checking her out at every opportunity and feasting my eyes on her.
The plane took off and the cabin lights were dimmed for the night flight home. When the drinks were brought round, I took my chance to offer her a drink and she accepted. We struck up a very polite conversation about the flight and the joys of travelling. She seemed to relax more and started to make more eye contact.
The more we spoke the more I wanted her. I glanced at her tits beneath her dress and her legs at every opportunity I got. She must have noticed several times but we carried on. She ordered more drinks to return the compliment and we talked more. This time she started to make light physical contact with her hands every now and then. A playful push if I made a joke or a tap on my arm to emphasize what she was saying. We were getting along famously.
Then we ran out of conversation and there was a moment or twos silence. I couldn't think of what to say and she said nothing back. I looked at her a couple of times and she smiled back. My cock was stiffening in my trousers and my thoughts turned to what I would like to do to her.
"What are you thinking she asked?"
I smiled but didn't answer.
"Go on," she demanded, "Tell me."
"You don't want to know," I answered.
"I might!" she smiled.
"I'll have to whisper," I said. With that I leaned over and she offered me her ear. "You are the sexiest woman I have met in a long time," I said boldly but in a friendly way.
"Mmmmm," she said. "It's been a long time since anyone paid me a complement like that."
"Its true," I said.
"Keep talking Romeo," she joked as she sipped on her drink, smiling. She nearly spilt the drink and grabbed my arm that was resting on the armrest between us. The physical contact set me off. My cock stiffened more and I became bolder.
"You are beautiful and have a very sexy smile," I said unaware of how cheesy this all sounded.