Dang. Plane looks pretty full. I check my ticket and make my way back to the right seat. Good, empty row so far on the two-seat side. I slip into the window seat and stow my laptop under it as aisle begins to clear up. Almost departure time. I buckle in hoping that I got lucky and don't have a neighbor. If I do, please let them be thin. Two chubby passengers side by side make elbowroom almost impossible. I go ahead and buckle in and look out over the wing as the last load of luggage is trucked out. I sure hope mine has made it on board. I could have done it all carry on, but who needs that hassle these days? Waiting at baggage claim beats bein' semi-strip searched.
I look around and see one last person in the aisle heading back with a laptop bag over her arm. Looking at her boarding pass and her eyes stopping above my head let me know I had a neighbor. Sizing her up made me smile... for more than one reason. What a pretty lady! I smile and say hello, and she returns both. She slips off her suit jacket and lays it carefully up above, standing on tip-toe to reach. What a gorgeous view! I'd guess her to be 5'2", or 3", slender and shapely. As her head emerges from the top shelf, she smiles again and takes the laptop case she'd put on her seat, and stows it beside mine. I pull her seatbelt aside to clear the way for her pretty bottom. I'm going to at least enjoy the view if nothing else. Kinda' hope she doesn't pull out her computer when airborne and keep her tray in the down position the whole flight. It would cover up her pretty legs. She appears to be around my age, but it is hard to pin-point exactly. Her make up and hair are flawless. We exchange some pleasant nothings as the door closes and we head out to wait our turn to take off.
As soon as the seatbelt sign goes out, the lady is reaching for her computer. Oh well, I might as well get mine at the same time since we're both reaching and stretching together. Soon, we're both working away. I'd not had one minute to myself the entire trip so far, so I didn't pull up reports or presentations to work on. I loaded my word processor and found the last story I'd started before leaving earlier in the week. I find a lot of relaxation... and let's say, stimulation... in my hobby of capturing thoughts on paper. Well, paperless paper anyway. Soon I was lost in the fantasy world of my mental theatre, recording bits and pieces of thoughts and faces. Dang I love this little escape of mine.
I was jogged back into the "here and now" when the stewardess (I still like that antique job title) asked me what I'd like to drink. Pushing my laptop up enough to bare a little corner for the cup of ice filled with soda, I thank the lady and sit back looking out of the window. Soon I was enjoying the simple thrill of clouds and passing scenery down below. I lost track of the time as I sipped and crunched and enjoyed the panarama.
"Oh, my. Sweetie, if you don't mind, would you please scroll that up a bit?"
I was a bit startled and turned from the window. The pretty lady next to me was looking right into my eyes and nodding her head toward my screen. I'd moved it just enough off center to provide her with a clear view of my work, and she'd obviously taken advantage of it. I felt a blush coming to my cheeks as I realized my story had just reached a pretty steamy part. But the lady was smiling a sexy smile, and I thought, "What the hell, why not?"
