Hi, my name is Kelli. I am used to dry spells when it comes to sex. I made the decision after college to put career ahead of men for now. Thus far, I have been successful at rising up the corporate ladder, but have had to work harder than my older male colleagues to do so. It's not that I don’t love a nice hard cock – I do! Once a month or so - when my toy just doesn't do the trick, I'll hit one of my old college bars and bring home a young stud to take care of my needs. I admit I seem to have no trouble attracting men. I’m 32 with a 5' 2" petite body that I keep in shape by working out, and running.
(Also, her firm C tits look quite large on her small frame, and she can definitely show them off in the right outfit. At work, she covers herself up in corporate suits and has her hair up all the time. But, when she's out on a mission, she shows off her body in tight revealing outfits, and allows her long hair to fall down past her nice tits. She has no problem convincing a young stud to come home with her.)
Kelli had just finished a weeklong corporate retreat in San Francisco with a bunch of 60+ year-old out of shape, balding work contemporaries. This was definitely a dry spell. She didn’t even bring any toys with her, as she was afraid to travel with them with all the new luggage security checks. She was definitely looking forward to getting home to Florida and finding a young stud to take care of her needs.
Kelli sat down in the window seat of the 737 just after midnight. The red-eye flight would get her back first thing in the morning, and allow her to catch up on some work instead of spending all day Sunday traveling back home. She lowered her tray and opened her laptop to work on some notes from the day’s meetings. The plane was about to close its doors, and she was relieved that it was mostly empty – In fact, it appeared she would have all three seats to herself. “Great, I can get some work done and then lay down for some sleep” she thought to herself. But, movement coming towards her caused her to raise her eyes. He had a slight, but confident smile, chiseled cheeks and jawbone, black stubble on his tanned face, ocean blue eyes, and black wavy hair. He wore low riding blue jeans and a white tee shirt that was not too tight, yet was stretched slightly in all the right areas. “Please don’t sit here!” – she thought. “I’ll never be able to concentrate and get this report typed.”
He stopped at her row, and their eyes met, just briefly, but his smile caused Kelli’s cheeks to flush, and some blood rushed to other areas of her body as well. He took the aisle seat, leaving one seat between them. He didn’t speak. He simply pulled a book out of his backpack and began to read. Though admittedly a little hurt that he showed no interest, Kelli was also to bit relieved to be able to get some work done. She resumed typing on her computer. Shortly after takeoff, the a/c seemed to crank up. Kelli asked a passing stewardess for a blanket. She had worn business suits all week but she was returning home to Florida in comfort, in a short skirt and thin blouse. “Thank you,” Kelli said to the stewardess, as she covered her chilled slender legs. Then the mid 40s stewardess noticed the young hunk sitting in the aisle seat. “And, is there aaanyythiing I can get you?” she said to him in her best attempt to flirt. “No thank you” was his only reply, without even looking up from his book. Kelli grinned slightly, while resuming her typing - at least she wasn’t the only one not drawing his interest, she thought to herself.
After about twenty minutes, he put his book away, closed his eyes, and leaned back in his seat, trying to get some sleep. Kelli stole a glance at his nice skin and biceps that stretched his t-shirt a little. Kelli continued her work. A couple minutes passed. Without speaking, he proceeded to lay his head down – with his black hair brushing up against Kelli’s thigh. “WTF!” she thought to herself, slightly annoyed yet slightly turned on at the same time. “This guys doesn’t say a word to me, then takes up two seats with his head against my thigh?” “Oh well, let him sleep, I can get my work done.” She continued to type, but her concentration was gone. She kept glancing down at his thick, wavy hair, and chiseled face.