Except for the empty window seat next to me the small turbo-prop commuter plane flying from DFW to Fort Smith, Arkansas, was full. I hate flying on small commuter planes. I also hate to fly on Friday or to work on Saturday, but above all else I hate to be out of town on Halloween and not have my party. Today all four of my extreme dislikes were coming to fruition. Normally I would be putting on the final touches for my Halloween party. A party held in my home on the lake where beautiful women outnumber the men. Clothing after ten o'clock optional.
The case containing my lap top computer and work papers was crammed under the seat in front of me. The seat barely held my six foot frame and there was nowhere to stretch out my legs. My dark pinstripe suit coat was in the overhead bin and hopefully would not be too wrinkled. My firm's number one client was forcing me to make this unpleasant trip to represent them in last minute negotiations to acquire a billion dollar healthcare company headquartered in, of all places, Fort Smith, Arkansas.
It was rumored that the opposing side would try to get a copy of the negotiating position contained on my computer. That simply was not going to happen. I've played this game before. I also have an advantage; I'm a practicing witch.
Two minutes before the plane was scheduled to leave, and just when I thought I might get lucky and not have a seatmate, the middle aged flight attendant called out through the open aircraft entryway to a yet unseen person.
"You just made it. I was just about to close the door."
My heart skipped a beat. I took in a deep breath and just stared at the exotic raven haired beauty that stood breathing hard in the front of the plane. Hallelujah, my seatmate was one gorgeous woman. A woman worthy of a Halloween spell; a summoning spell of erotic seduction.
My emerald green eyes soaked in every detail of her beauty. She was a treat worthy of getting into my hotel room and into my bed. Maybe the evening wouldn't be a total loss after all. Her shoulder length raven hair accented her olive completion. She appeared to be Italian, or maybe of European descent with a mixture of Native American. Her black dress stopped several inches above her knees. The dress was more appropriate for a party than a trip. She was about five feet seven, not thin, but then she wasn't overweight. It was apparent from the way she carried herself that she was all woman. The dress buttoned down the front with a low cut collar. The top was not tight and from where I was sitting it concealed the true size of her breasts.
When she turned and looked down the aisle for her seat I noticed a bag similar to mine hanging from her left shoulder. The last button on the dress was just below her crotch. When she walked the dress parted revealing smooth bare thighs. My little brain kicked in and started demanding blood.
I quickly got a magazine from the seat pocket in front of me and held it over my lap. I stood up as she approached with the magazine held in such a manner as to conceal the bulge in my suit pants. I smiled and showed by set of perfect white teeth. Close up she was even more beautiful. She was about six inches shorter than me. Her body would fit perfectly beneath mine.
We made eye contact and she smiled. Her eyes were cobalt blue. She looked into my green eyes and returned my smile. Her full lips were covered by a light pink lip gloss. The image of those soft lips wrapped around the head of my stiff cock flashed into my mind. Her perfect white teeth were accentuated by her flawless complexion.
"I'm sorry you have to get up on my account." She said in a soft silky voice.
She smelled of spice and incense. Her breath had a cinnamon sweetness. She dropped the bag from her shoulder onto my seat and reached up to open the overhead bin. The top of her dress opened slightly. I stared at a mound of smooth tan skin that flowed up over the edge of a black lace half bra. My first impression had been correct. She was dressed for a party and not for a flight. My brief glimpse removed any question about the size of her breasts. She was a C cup and more than a mouth full.
"The top bin won't hold your computer. You'll have to put it under the seat in front of you like I did." I saw her glance at her seat and then under the seat in front of her. "Why don't you let me put your bag under your seat for you?" I asked.
"Thanks, that'd be so wonderful. In this short dress there's no way that I can gracefully bend down and put it there myself."
We both reached for her bag resting in my seat. My hand brushed the bare skin of her right arm. I maintained the skin to skin contact briefly and cast the first part of my Halloween spell. I picked up her bag and sat down in my seat. I leaned over and pushed her computer carrying case under her seat. With my right hand concealing the tent between my legs I stood up so she could sit down.
"God, I need a stiff----drink," she whispered in my ear as she brushed by me on her way to her seat. Her hair smelled of coconut. I got a whiff of her erotic perfume. It was a scent that I did not recognize. For a brief instance the thought 'glamour spell' flashed into my mind. Her dress was made of a soft material that accentuated her firm heart shaped butt.
Each of the front pockets of my custom made suit pants contained a special section. In the special section next to my crotch were two plastic airline bottles of Chivas Regal twelve year old scotch. The TSA had never detected them in their special hiding place. I reached into my right pants pocket and into my special compartment. My hand emerged with two small bottles of premium scotch whiskey. I sat down and leaned over against her. The softness of her arm sent an electric charge through my body.
"Put your hand in mine and I'll give you an early Halloween treat." Her hand felt warm and smooth against mine. I cast the second part of my spell.
"Her cobalt blue eyes opened wide in delight. A soft moan of pleasure escaped from her luscious full lips. "How did you ever---?"
"It's a trade secret. TSA never suspects. Sorry, but I don't have any ice or anything to mix it with."
"Chivas was meant to be drunk straight. My daddy told me that I should learn to drink my whiskey, tea, and coffee straight, or not at all." She bent over, unscrewed the top, and turned the bottled up emptying its contents into her mouth in one swig. She grimaced and shook her head. "Damn, that was good. Thanks." She extended her hand. "I'm Autumn Sage." She wore clear nail polish over well maintained and manicured nails.
Her hand was soft and warm, while her grip was firm. I looked into her stunning big blue eyes and felt electric sparks of desire shoot through my body. "Jack Morgan," I stammered. She released my hand and I opened my bottle and downed its fiery contents in one gulp. It burned all the way down. It seemed that my empty stomach absorbed the alcohol almost immediately.
The flight attendant announced the safety features of the aircraft and then said that we were about to take off. Autumn leaned against me and wrapped herself around my right arm. I felt the heat of her body through my dress shirt. I looked down. The top button of her dress was undone. I could see the dark top of the areola of her right breast peaking over the lace of her black half bra. Her taunt nipples formed two raised nubs in the soft fabric of her dress. I imagined my lips slowly sucking her engorged nipple deep into my mouth. My cock strained painfully against the confines of my pants. I leaned over and she nuzzled my ear. Her breath was hot and erotic.
"Hold me," she whispered. "Takeoffs scare me."
Just under her cinnamon breath was a hint of alcohol from the scotch. I kissed the top of her raven hair. She interlaced her fingers in mine and squeezed my hand as the plane's engines roared with the power necessary for takeoff. I cast the final part of my Halloween spell. She leaned against me in an act of intimacy and trust.
The perception of time is relative. There is slow time, medium time, and fast time. Sometimes there is super slow time where everything is so slow that nothing escapes your attention and is forever locked in your memory. At this point the flight went in super fast time. Autumn snuggled against me. I enjoyed the view of her open dress and the sight of the mounds of the top half of her smooth inviting breasts. During the flight I learned that she was thirty, divorced, no children, on the pill, has had no man in her life for over a year, and has no STD's. She is a computer expert and that due to her job it had been almost a year since she last had sex. She had been on her way to a Halloween party when her boss demanded that she go to Fort Smith immediately to evaluate a critical system problem with their largest client. Her airline ticket was waiting for her, and "no" she did not have time to change. Her assistant had gone to her house to pack her bags and would meet her at the airport.
The jolt of the plane landing brought me back to normal time. Autumn raised her head from my shoulder and let go of my arm. She kissed me on the cheek. Her lips felt soft and warm. Her sensual breath in my ear sent shivers of anticipation up and down my spine.
"Do you have a rent car?" She asked.
"No, this trip was a last minute thing. No time to reserve a car."
"I've got a rent car. Since we're staying at the same hotel why don't you ride with me? Besides, I promised you a drink."
It was an invitation I couldn't refuse. "Thanks, I'm looking forward to that drink and an opportunity to get to know you better."
Autumn winked at me and smiled. I wondered if she could read my mind.
When we arrived at the hotel we left our bags in her car. I followed her to the front desk and enjoyed the view of her luscious rear.
"Autumn Sage, and I have a reservation." Her voice announced in a total business tone. It was a side of her that I had not seen on the plane.
I watched her put her rewards membership card on the counter along with her credit card. The clerk looked past her and at me with a questioning expression.
