Next thing I know, the boarding call announcement is made and everyone at the back of the plane is requested to approach the gate. I check my ticket and notice that my row has been called. Finally, I’ll be able to speak to you and examine your beauty closer. As I stand in line, I notice you glancing up ever so quickly, each time stopping at a different part of my body. By the time I’ve approached you, I can tell your starting to get curious about what sort of fun you could have with me – either on the plane, or in your room in California.
“Your ticket, sir?” you ask politely, staring into my eyes lustfully.
“Here you are.” I respond as I hand you my ticket, noticing that you have the most beautiful green eyes, and thick lips.
“Thank you, Steve” you say as you hand my ticket back to me, informing me that I’ll be in the last row in front of the stewardess’ area.
As I make my way back to my seat, I can’t help but wonder what you’re thinking. We’re you an interested member of the mile high club, or just a sex deprived young 20’s something looking for an adventure? As the last of the passengers boarded, I noticed you walk through the door and start heading for the back of the plane. You make your way past my seat, brushing up against me and apologize for accidently bumping into me. As I read between the lines of your motion, I can sense the flirtatious ride home that I’m about to have. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the plane is ready to begin taxiing for takeoff.
Once in the air, I notice the seat belt fasten sign dim, notifying the passengers that we can freely move about the cabin. I take this quick opportunity to go use the restroom. As I go to stand up, you step into my way, allowing me to bump into you.
“Oh gosh! I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you!” I exclaim embarrassed that I’ve encountered this situation.
“It’s quite alright, Steve, it was my fault.” You respond, trying to downplay my embarrassment.
“No, no, I should have been paying more attention as I got up.” I say awkwardly, unsure of how to actually respond to such a gorgeous woman.
“Would you like a drink?” You ask, shooting me a shy smile.
“Sure, I’ll take some Dr Pepper and rum.” I respond, hoping you’ll be able to produce the mixture.
“Perfect, I’ll have it ready in a few.” With a wink, you turn around, allowing me watch your firm ass as you walk towards the back of the plane.
As I watch you, a bulge begins to grow in my pants, which I know will be frustrating to deal with for the next few hours as I play a sexual game of chess with you. A few minutes later, you return with my drink in hand and some napkins on which to place to my drink. I thank you, and carry on about my business as you continue to take care of the other passengers. Once you’ve walked away, I notice that I have more than a fair share of napkins under my drink. I lift them up and notice that one of them has a note written on it.
I couldn’t help but notice the rather excessive bulge in your pants as I offered you your drink. If you’re interested in getting seconds, watch for me to use the rear restroom across from you during the flight. I’ll leave the door open, and be ready to go.