As I threw my carry-on into the overhead compartment I got a good look at my seatmates for the flight. The window-seater was a balding older man catching up on some lost sleep. I didn't blame him, hell I'd been at the airport since 5 AM to catch a 7:30 AM flight out of Milwaukee; I could use a nice cat nap and a half myself.
The middle-seater was either a relative to the old man or a stranger like myself. She seemed focused on her phone and didn't catch me noticing her athletic shorts and black sportswear top hiding behind a thin lavender jacket. Her figure was just average, but in her own way was somewhat attractive. I quickly shifted my attention to getting in my seat to not hold up the line of people behind me also trying to get to their seats.
I situated myself in the remaining aisle seat. The young woman noticed me and gave a curt nod and smile before returning to her phone. As I leaned down to place my backpack under the seat in front of me I couldn't help but notice her thin, yet toned legs. A quick image flashed in my mind of her wrapping those legs around my waist as I ran my hands up her muscled thighs towards her midsection, an imaginary moan escaped from her lips as I pounded myself into her willing pussy. I forced myself to push the thought, that desire, out of my head.
Get a grip man
, I told myself,
you don't even know this person
. Say what you will about women, but they're right about one thing: men have only one thought on their minds.
It doesn't help the fact that I've never slept with someone. I tell people I'm saving myself for when I get married but that excuse can only work so many times till it becomes clear that I can't get with anyone even if I wanted to. I'm in my late 20s and instead of drinking/fucking my way through college like most other men, I just stayed in, played video games, and hung out with mutual friends over board games and conversations about what anime was the best.
I scanned my surroundings and saw that by then mostly everyone had boarded. A few stragglers remained as they procured some last-minute essentials from their bags before settling down, selecting a movie to watch for the almost 3-hour flight to Miami.
Good idea
, I thought and turned on the screen in front of me to see if I could find a movie I hadn't seen. After all, it came with the flight! As I scrolled through blockbusters still in theaters there was a brief, fuzzy glitch that rolled across the screen.
Odd
, I thought and looked to the screen on my right, the one the young woman was using to check our flight path, to see if they also had a similar issue. Seemed fine to me.
I glanced over at the old man and noticed he was now wide awake, his mouth agape and eyes glued towards something in the front of the plane. I turned my head and soon understood his peculiar reaction as I saw the last passenger board the plane before the cabin doors were sealed shut. The most gorgeous woman I've ever seen in my life.
Her deep red hair flared like fire in some nonexistent wind. Her eyes alone put the stars to shame, but paired with her plump, full, scarlet red lips she'd put any porn star -- any movie star -- to shame. Normally people tend to go grubby when traveling via plane, yet she was more dressed for a different kind of runway. She was adorned in a sparkling black bodysuit that twinkled like the cosmos and hugged her curves like a second skin. And what curves they were! Her breasts were practically spilling out of the multiple, oval-shaped openings that lined down the center, held tightly by the world's strongest buttons. The openings showed off some of her midsection where there appeared to be a stomach tattoo, but I was too far gone both physically, mentally, hell even spiritually to make out what it was. Her legs -- god her legs -- had a see-through mesh with a twinkling black strip of the same material the torso was made of snaking down her right leg. Her thighs glided through the wisle seats like water, causing them to jiffle ever so slightly. She must've been 7ft tall, her head almost grazed the top of the cabin, which I thought was odd since was certain the cabins were normally 6ft high.
I saw her eyes scan down the aisle and for a nanosecond we made eye contact. That split second was all it took to rush a gallon of blood to my dick, causing it to stir in my gray sweatpants. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, slightly worried the woman sitting next to me would notice the tent I was sporting but I was too enraptured by this vixen to care much. Her eyes returned to mine and she smiled at me as she turned to her seat (first class of course) and disappeared from view due to the small smalls that denote different classes of the cabin. I turned to the old man to confirm if the goddess I saw was real and not a figment of my horny imagination, but the old man was fast asleep again. I couldn't even begin to think how someone could fall asleep after seeing a knockout like her!
The lights started to dim as the gruff voice of the pilot crackled over the intercoms informing us that everyone had boarded and they were ready to begin takeoff.
"Sit back, relax, and please direct your attention to the screen in front of you for the following safety video."
I internally groaned. Not that I didn't think they were necessary but I've been on enough flights in my life that I could recite the same boring information about exit locations, life vest operation, and emergency procedures by memory. Everyone's screen came to life as the video began.
The airline logo gave way to reveal, shockingly, the beautiful woman I saw earlier but this time she was wearing an air hostess outfit that no self-respecting airline would ever consider a uniform in a million years. Her hair was done up in a formal bun, but that is where the professionalism ended. She wore a black, long-sleeved button-up up except only one or two buttons were used to show off both her midriff and an ample amount of cleavage. Around her neck was a white collar tied with a red bow like something a bunny girl would wear at a casino. her short skirt did nothing to hide her voluptuous hips which poked out from two slits on each side of her short skirt. and to complete the ensemble were black stockings with garters, all of which stood on top of black high heels.
The bombshell on the screen smiled and winked at me as she proceeded with the safety speech. Her voice was like rich velvet that wrapped around my ears, a voice I could listen to for the rest of my life and never get tired of hearing it. Each word oozed with sex, every sentence was laced with an invitation to stare at her amazing body. I was almost rock hard at this point but some external force seemed to prevent me from achieving a peak mast. I looked around at the other screens both next to me and the seats in front of me and saw all of them were showcasing the same seductress disguised as an air hostess, however, no one seemed to care that a half-naked woman was showing how to buckle and adjust their seatbelts. Some passengers were looking at some of the reading material, others looked out their windows, which would be normal behavior if it weren't such a strange occurrence. Almost like I was the only one on the plane who noticed anything strange going on.
She started to speak about sitting upright for take-off and storing small bags under the seats of the passengers in front. As she did the video showed an entire section of the plane where a half dozen cut-and-paste copies of the same sexy instructor all seated and demonstrating what was being said. Each one ended their task with another wink and a smile that showed impossibly perfect white teeth. For a second I swear one copy actually licked her lips as they winked and stared at me (or I guess the camera).
