Thomas walked briskly into the airport lounge and slid onto a stool at the bar, placing his backpack on the seat next to him.
He had about 30 minutes to kill before his late-night flight back home took off, so he decided to have a couple of drinks over a copy of the local paper to take the edge off after his long vacation trip.
After ordering a whiskey and cola, Thomas took stock of the rest of the bar, checking out the patrons one by one. To his left was a married couple, talking in hushed tones with one another, and further down, an older businessman watching the Sunday night football game. To his right, the bartender was helping a pair of college frat boys, also enjoying the game, no doubt on the way back home from the just-ended term.
After draining the last of his first drink a few minutes later, Thomas noticed a woman sitting down at the bar a couple of seats down. She ordered a beer, then leaned over towards him, making eye contact.
"Can I see the living section?" She asked, killing his ego completely.
"Sure," Thomas mumbled, as his fingers flipped through the paper and found her section. He handed it over, and she gave him a sweet smile before returning to her beer and newfound reading material.
Over the next few minutes, Thomas's eyes wandered to her occasionally, looking the older woman over. She seemed about in her late 30s or early 40s, with dark – nearly black – hair and light blue eyes. She was pretty short for a woman, and He noticed that she had a trim figure, a well endowed chest and wonderful legs. Dressed for the chill in the late fall air, she was wearing a black sweater, a slate gray knee-length skirt, and high-heeled boots.
Thomas returned to his paper and whiskey and cola, sure that she was not to interested in him, despite his nice outfit – khaki pants, a dark green button down shirt, and brown dress shoes. Lost in his reverie, he failed to notice when the woman slid up next to him to return the living section.
"Ahem." She coughed, trying to get Thomas's attention.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there." Thomas responded, dumbfounded.
"Thanks for the section." The woman said, giving Thomas a look that was more searching than smiling. "My name's Taylor."
"Nice to meet you, my name's Thomas."
And so they made small talk for a few minutes, exchanging a bit of information about each other. She lived in Miami, while Thomas was only there for a vacation. They were taking the same flight that night, but her route was the opposite of her – she was flying to Atlanta for business, while he was flying home.
They continued to chat for a while, sharing another couple of drinks until they both had a good buzz going. But then, Thomas heard a call over the loudspeaker for boarding to begin. They exchanged quick goodbyes, and wished each other a good flight before parting ways, she to the bathroom and himself to the boarding line.
About 15 minutes later, Thomas settled comfortably in his seat on the back row of the coach section. The flight looked to be pretty empty, so he spread out a bit and kicked off his shoes, flexing his sore feet in his gray wool boot socks with black heels and toes. Thomas leaned back in the seat and put on his headphones, relaxing to some music.
A couple of minutes into his catnap, a hand touched my shoulder, jarring him from his trance.
"Is this seat taken?" Taylor asked with a chuckle. "Actually, I've got the window on this aisle."
Thomas returned the smile and scooted back to let her pass, and she flopped down tiredly into the window seat. Before long, they had struck up thier conversation again, and they barely noticed when the plane went airborne.
During their chat, she reached down and subtly unzipped her boots, slipping her feet out and revealing her dark striped dress socks. To someone with a foot fetish, such as Thomas, it resulted in an instant erection. Thomas was digging the view of her in her socked feet and sleek skirt,, but he tried not to openly stare at her.
When the fasten seat belt sign went off, Taylor unbuckled and slid up next to him in the middle seat as they continued their conversation. With the flight being a red-eye, flight attendants brought by the beverage and snack cart shortly after take off, and then dimmed the lights for the in-flight movie. They both stopped talking for a bit as they started watching the movie, and Taylor leaned over, practically resting her head on his shoulder.
"I can't see too well over there." She said with a smile. "You've got the good seat."
As I stretched my legs out in front of him while watching the opening credits roll, he felt his foot bump into something and he recoiled.
"Oh, sorry." Thomas apologized, when he realized he had bumped Talyor's foot.
"No, that's okay, Thomas." She replied, then moved her foot back to his, rubbing it gently with her sock-clad toes. Thomas responded by moving his foot closer to hers and rubbing back, making it clear that he didn't mind playing a nice game of footsie.
