The doors of the Japanese Airlines jumbo were about to close and I relaxed in my comfortable first class seat. No one else in first class, that's great, I thought. My week here in Tokyo had been less than impressive with many meetings but only a few small deals to bring home to headquarters in L.A. At least, I thought, I would be undisturbed during this red-eye flight back to the West coast and I would still have part of the Sunday to enjoy at home with my family before going back to work on Monday.
But then I heard steps from the front of the plane, it sounded like a woman in heels, and she clearly was in a hurry. Seconds later there she was, an Asian woman wearing a bridal outfit. I expected her to rush by me further to economy class but she stopped right in front of me, putting some of her smaller bags on the window seat in the first row. I thought that her husband would surely follow very soon but even after a minute there was nothing to be seen. Very strange, I thought, a lonely bride, taking a transcontinental flight, still wearing her dress and shoes from the wedding...
"Sir, would you mind...?" she asked me with a charming smile, pointing to her rather large carry-on bag.
"Not at all! Certainly, Ms.!" I replied, picked up the heavy bag and lifted it into the overhead bin on the right side. It barely fit, after I wiggled it a bit back and forth. She was lucky traveling first class, I thought, there would have been no room for her bag anywhere in economy, as this class was occupied to the max this Saturday.
"Thanks so much, Sir, that's too kind of you," and again, there was this charming smile. Whoever just had married this woman, was a truly lucky man, I thought. She was stunningly gorgeous and pretty, and of course wearing her bridal dress further emphasized her magnificent beauty. I estimated her to be in her early twenties, probably Korean, judging from her facial traits and her accent. She was rather tall for an Asian woman, probably 5'8" without heels and almost my size in her shiny white heels. Her skin tone was a bit darker than the usual Asian ivory; she probably liked the beach and looked beautifully tanned all over. She wore an attractive, but still modest gold necklace and her white silk dress was shoulderless and fairly tight, I guess size 4, so it was not hard to see that her breasts were also a bit larger than those of a typical Asian woman, I guessed 36B or 36C. In fact, I was pretty sure she did not wear a bra underneath her dress, quite unusual particularly for a bride, and so I could see the fabric bulge a bit where her small nipples must have been.
When she turned around, I could imagine her firm and athletic butt underneath the tight dress. I saw she wore shiny, sparkly white fashion nylons, but since her dress went just a bit below her knees, I couldn't say if those were stockings, thigh highs or tights. In addition to all that, she had beautiful shoulderlong dark brown hair and very unusual green eyes, small nose and ears with delicate pearl earrings, all of which gave her face a sense of absolute cuteness and erotic appeal. Standing so close next to her, I also smelled her fragrance which was a young, flowery, feminine and very seductive scent.
I must have blushed and stared at her beauty a bit too long because she asked me if I was alright.
"Oh, yes β um, I'm perfectly fine, Ms.," I stammered, "Do you need any more help?"
"No, thanks, I'm fine, thanks so much again," she replied and sat down in her seat, first row, aisle, right in front of me.
I was almost out of my mind by this encounter. True, I had dated one of the other Asian girl in my life, California yields plentiful, but then again, this was not "just" an Asian woman, this was, well, a goddess...
After we had taken off and were allowed to unfasten our seat belts, I visited the bathroom several times, just to be able to get a glimpse of this Asian bride in front of me. As she went to the restroom as well, I had even more opportunity to study her beauty without drawing attention or suspicion to me.
A little while later, dinner was served, and not too long into it, the bride turned around and asked me if I'd care for a second dessert. She wasn't really into sweets, she said. I thankfully accepted and she got up and brought me her very tasty raspberry chocolate tart.
"By the way my name is Yu-Jin," she said with her cute smile.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Dan," I introduced myself. "May I ask where you're from?"
"Seoul, Korea," she replied and sat down in the right aisle seat across from me. I couldn't believe how lucky I was that she was actually interested in talking to me!
"And... you just got married in Tokyo?" I asked.
"That's right, Sir." Her eyes wondered off and a shadow of sadness crossed her face.
"And your, well, husband...?"
"He's still there with his family. He is Japanese American. My dad lives in L.A. now. And... --" she hesitated for a moment. I didn't want to push her and just gave her the time to respond by herself or drop the thread if she would choose to.