Mandy watched the luggage handlers scurrying around on the tarmac, like ants pursuing unknown goals in a frantic hurry. She leaned forward, closer to the window, her weight supported across her thighs against the rail as she took a picture to capture the memory.
Jack looked up from where he was working on his laptop in the departure lounge. There in front of him was a vision that he doubted that he'd forget in a hurry. A slim young girl with a nice curve to her hip was standing looking out the window in front of him. She was wearing figure-hugging track pants that beautifully accented the shape of her bottom. As he admired the view, she took out a camera and leaned out over the rail. The action brought her buttocks together, lifting and squeezing as she supported her weight. Jack felt movement beneath the laptop as his body reacted to the view.
He continued to watch as she turned, putting the camera away and walking past to take a seat over behind him somewhere. She was wearing a waist length denim jacket, unzipped, over a white t-shirt that hugged her breasts. Her hair was brown, cropped just above the shoulder and framed a truly stunning face. Jack was in lust.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, flight QF769 to Melbourne is now boarding. To assist us in this process, could those persons with seat numbers higher than 21 please board the aircraft now, remaining passengers will be called shortly," came the announcement over the loudspeaker.
Jack checked his boarding pass. C9. He waited, packing up his laptop and keeping an eye on the queue, looking for the stunning young girl to see if he would get a clue as to where she was sitting ... if indeed she was actually flying on this plane.
"All remaining passengers may now board the aircraft," came the second announcement. Jack stood up. There was no sign of her so far and he sighed as he joined the queue to get on board. Every time he flew he hoped that he'd be stuck next to some gorgeous young girl, fantasising about chatting and striking a chord and ending up in bed at a hotel at the other end of the flight. "Oh well," he thought, just another fantasy.
He dropped his book onto the vacant middle seat, noting that there was a guy already in the window seat before he stashed his laptop in the over-head locker. He sat down, buckled the seat belt and picked his book up, commencing to read as he surveyed the passengers that continued to board.
It appeared as though everyone was on the plane and Jack was now immersed in the story of his book when the very last passenger made her way down the aisle. Jack nearly missed her, spotting movement only when she was alongside his seat. He turned to look, and found that perfect arse wending its way down the aisle away from him, to take up a seat further down the plane.
Mandy scanned the passengers that were all seated as she boarded the plane. She hated having to wait for people to stow their luggage whilst she was trapped, standing in the aisle and always waited until the very last second to get on board. It was habit for her to look and see if there was anyone that she knew as she moved to her seat, but as was usual, there was no one that she recognised. She did note a particularly cute guy though, his head in a book. She was sure that he'd look up and had a smile ready for him, but he must have been too absorbed and so the smile was put away for another occasion.
Jack left the aircraft after the flight, having read most of the way, stopping only occasionally to close his eyes and embed the image of the black-clad butt that he'd been fixated on since it had clenched in front of him in the departure lounge. "Strange," he thought to himself, "how that one small movement had fixed so indelibly in his mind and stirred his passion so."
He walked slowly from the gate to the baggage carousel, knowing that he had to meet people from interstate who were flying in later and that he wasn't in a rush.
Mandy strode purposefully through the terminal, eager to get on with the day. As she advanced through the crowd, she spotted the guy whom she'd been about to smile at as she boarded. She moved up close behind him, eyeing off his butt, his suit pants hugging it nicely, his jacket folded over one arm, his laptop over the shoulder of the other. She moved past him, sighing, wondering whether there'd be any opportunity for a bit of fun on this trip.
Jack looked up as the crowd moved past him in a buzz of mobile phone conversations, everyone seeming to be listening to messages or starting their day as they ended their brief disconnect from the modern world on their flights. As he watched, the cute girl from his flight moved past. He found himself increasing his pace to stay a metre or two behind her, his eyes relishing the sight of her butt as she moved quickly through the terminal. She glanced back at him, making eye contact. She smiled and Jack found himself grinning almost maniacally back, so surprised was he that she'd turned to look in his direction. She quickly turned away again and he continued to follow her at the same distance, fantasies becoming enhanced in his mind already. He stood off to one side and behind her as they awaited their luggage.
Mandy collected her luggage and left, glancing back, trying to spot the guy one last time, despite the embarrassment of having been busted when she'd done so in the concourse. She failed to spot him though and went to grab her taxi.
Jack had one eye on her and the other on the carousel, but in the moment that he spotted his luggage and moved to collect it, he lost her. He cast his gaze desperately around and found her, just as she was departing the terminal. He sighed again. Oh well, she was a fleeting and yet most welcome distraction in his day. He would simply have to work on her memory, to try not to lose the pleasure that her simple movement this morning had started.
Mandy closed the door of her hotel room and set her things down. Then she peeled off the jacket, skirt and blouse that she'd changed into after arriving that morning and flopped on the bed in her bra and panties, turning on the TV. There was nothing of interest and so she decided to go and grab some dinner before returning to the hotel. She pulled on a pair of jeans that she knew showed off her butt and a nice fitted blouse before grabbing the jacket she'd worn over on the plane and heading out to dinner.
Having hurriedly dined alone, Mandy decided that a spa would help release the tension of the day and returned to the hotel. She changed yet again, laughing at herself for having done so so many times already today. This time, she pulled on a royal blue bikini with a white trim around the seams. She pulled a bathrobe over the top of it, grabbed a towel and headed for the atrium.
Mandy found the switch for the spa and turned on the jets and bubbles before lowering herself into the warm water. It was a good sized spa, obviously designed for a lot of people and she enjoyed having the room to float and move around in it as it pleased her, the whole atrium area being free of anyone else.
As she relaxed, she reflected on her day, finding pleasure in the memories of the cute guy that she'd seen that morning. As her thoughts turned to fancy, she found herself getting aroused and moved so that she could feel one of the spa's powerful jets against her pussy. She sighed as she felt pleasure begin to build under the jet's massage. She was facing away from the door, keeping an eye on the reflection in the window opposite, just in case someone else did decide to come into the room.
Jack finished his meal and retired to his room, watching the TV, flipping channels and finding nothing of interest. He decided that since there was little to do, he may as well get some exercise. He changed into a pair of shorts, a daggy old t-shirt and his runners, and then headed for the atrium and the treadmill.
Jack opened the door to the atrium with his passkey and moved inside, surprised to see that there was a woman in the spa. He hated the things, especially when they were in communal facilities like this (who knew what went on in them!) and he moved to his right to go through to where the treadmill was.
The gym area was separated from the spa by a glass wall and there was a TV in the corner to keep would-be fitness buffs entertained as they worked out. As he flicked through the channels and warmed up, he glanced back over to the left at the spa. The woman had moved now and she was facing away from him. He was a bit disappointed because from what he could see of her shoulders and upper back, it promised an enticing figure.
Mandy sighed as she moved to keep her back to the guy. She'd been going so well on her own. The jet had been doing its job nicely and just when she thought she might have been able to go all the way to her orgasm, the door had opened, nearly making her jump out of the water. In her haste to compose herself, she'd not seen the who the guy was but decided to keep herself to herself, just happy that he'd not come up here to have a spa.
Jack alternated between watching delightful images of Sharapova at Wimbledon (though with the sound down so as not to put him off) and sneaking glances back to the spa, trying to see if its occupant was as delightful as his mind was starting to make her out to be.
