A gentle shaking on her arm woke her up from a light sleep. The flight attendant offered her an amenity kit and mentioned that there was about an hour left in the flight. Nina felt a little bleary-eyed as she tried to comprehend the questions that were being asked of her.
"Yes, thanks. Could I get a glass of water and some coffee?" she responded as she watched the attendant perform the same ritual with Paul. Being the only two in the cavernous first class cabin made short work of her morning and she moved back into the galley to prepare their service.
She looked over at Paul who was still sleeping and smiled weakly. Good god, she thought to herself, they had spent the better part of a six-hour flight continuing their conversation over fairly decent food and excellent glasses of wine. It qualified, for Nina, as the longest date she had been on for quite a while. How sad, she thought to herself, she really needed to get back into the swing of things when she got back home.
"Good morning," Paul said as he leaned over and pulled back the privacy screen, "Did you have a good rest?"
"Quite good, this sleeping suite is larger than most of the studio apartments I've been looking at on the Upper West Side," Nina responded as she tried to keep her eye contact with him as light as possible. Filled with a growing dismay, she knew she was horny again, despite the random fuck she had taken advantage of at the airport, and it had to do with an undeniable attraction she was feeling for Paul that made her stomach tighten with fear and shame. "How about you? Good sleep?"
"Yes, surprised I was able to fall asleep. Pardon me, I think I shall make use of this kit," Paul said as he rose to go to the bathroom. Nina followed, wondering if it would be too conspicuous if she were to take enough time in her bathroom to get off before they landed. She couldn't believe the growing pressure and throbbing in her clit, and the wetness that was starting to seep from between her thighs. Being as close as she was to Paul, imagining him in the bathroom next to hers, wondering if he was as tempted as she was to pull out his painfully erect cock and glide his hand along its hard length and over its slippery head for a quick release, made her knees buckle with desire.
Bolting the door shut, she didn't stop herself, rationalising this was a much better option than trying to head back out into that cabin without any relief at all. She leaned back against the wall of the bathroom, reaching down, lifting her skirt and sliding her left hand underneath her panties. Her right hand unbuttoned her blouse partially, allowing her to pull one of her straining nipples free from their lacy cups, feeling the cool air of the cabin shiver them into even harder nubs as she pinched and rolled both nipple and clit in rhythmic unison.
"Fuck, fuck..." she moaned under her breath as images and sensations continued to build in her body. She raised her left leg up onto the toilet, the parting of her pussy lips sending a soft gush of hot slippery juices down the insides of her thighs. She was so ready to cum, she thought to herself as she dipped a finger into her pussy and brought it up to her lips. She could still taste the faint rubbery bitterness of the spermicide from the condom that she had used with her dark-skinned lover. But the new gush of wetness tasted delicious and only heightened her need for her building orgasm to come and wash over her. She reached back down, and started to pinch her clit rhythmically, swirling her fingers around and down deep into her steaming slit. She brought her other hand down as she felt the pressure start to build deep inside her pussy. While she would have loved to have stayed in this stage of the process, Nina was starting to feel self-conscious about how long she had been in the bathroom already. She took in a deep breath, and let herself go, her expert fingers taking the simmering pleasure inside of her and pushing her quickly over the edge. The waves of her orgasm pushed the breath out of her in ragged gasps as she slowly came down from the rush. She quickly washed her hands and smoothed down her skirt, looking at herself in the mirror, noticing the slight blush that lingered across her neck and cheeks from her orgasm.
Nina walked unsteadily back to her seat, and took the paper that the attendant held out for her. Paul was already on his second cup of coffee and intently reading the Herald as if it held the secrets of the Holy Grail in them. Relieved, she pushed back into her seat and enjoyed the rest of the flight in relative silence, enjoying the fact that he could be at ease with her without having to fill every moment with words. She almost slapped herself to try to keep thoughts about spending a nice long weekend with him at bay, instead, she shook her head violently, trying to keep the stupid voices from the cocktail-party going on in her brain from talking.
"Are you alright over there?" Paul inquired politely, looking at her past the half folded corner of his paper.
"Yep, just fine. Maybe a little hung over from the wine we had," she responded as she rubbed her temples.
Paul smiled, "Well, remind me to keep an eye on you if we ever really go out to drink in London. We may have to switch you to club soda before 10 p.m."
"I prefer Shirley Temples, thank you. Far more sophisticated, don't you think? Alright, I'm going to pop an Advil and settle down and do some work." She slipped on her glasses and pulled her hair back, opening a folder she drew from her purse, using all her powers of concentration to become engrossed in the report in front of her.
He looked at her, wondering if she could really be so charming all the time. "Sounds good," he responded, gratefully hiding back behind his paper.
As the cabin gently rocked as the plane taxied up to the gate, Paul's thoughts continued to fixate on the woman sitting next to him. He felt his throat dry as the prospect of not having any reasons for seeing her at all began to loom. He had thought it was for the best, and deep down inside, he knew it was. But as he followed her up the ramp, watching her long dark curls sway gently against her shoulders and down her back, he fought the urge to walk up behind her, running his hand through her hair, pulling her back towards him so he could...
"Pardon!" he exclaimed as he almost ran her over at the top of the ramp. She had stopped to look inside her purse and hadn't given him any warning.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" she responded, still rummaging around her purse. "I think I may have left my glasses on the plane."
"Well, not unless," and he reached out and pulled something from the dark curls on top of her head, "they're buried on top of your head." He handed them to her, amused by such absentmindedness.
"Wow, thanks. Now I wish I had left them on the plane. So, where's your connecting flight?"
"Just down the terminal, I've got an hour but I'll grab a coffee in the lounge." he hefted his travel bag on his shoulder, wondering if a final hug would have been too forward. But before he could ponder his motivations any further, he felt Nina move in closer and slide her arms around his body.
"Thanks," she said as lightly as she could, "you're a great travel partner."
"It was my pleasure, it was nice working with you." he responded, trying to keep himself under control.
Nina's parting hug with Paul lasted longer than she had expected. She felt his hands cradling her hips, moving up her back like an intimate kiss even while his words seemed so distant and polite. She shivered and pushed away, shaking her head and wondering what the hell was wrong with her. Couldn't she even accept an innocent hug without dropping down on her knees wanting to suck some dick? She almost laughed out loud when she had the thought.
"Hey take care, I'll talk to you soon." she said to Paul breathlessly as she grabbed her bag and ran towards the terminal exit – it was 5 a.m. in New York and she was back home.
Jumping into a taxi, she was surprised at how little fatigue she actually felt. It was like she had been out all night clubbing and was on some surreal high. They had enjoyed a first-class meal together on the flight and she had had fun poking and prodding him out of his reserved shell. Nina had been surprised by how captivated she was by him – usually guys who were reserved tended to annoy and bore rather than attract her.
