Night Flight (Sex Story)
“Well hello again Mr Taylor, welcome aboard.” The flight attendant smiled warmly at me in recognition. We all filed into the cabin and went through the usual routine of cramming more luggage than was technically permitted into the overhead compartments and under the seats. With so few people, however, there was plenty of space for everyone, as well as their belongings.
Moving towards the back of the plane, I took a seat in the last aisle, right by the window. I like to watch the nightlights of the towns below me, I find it difficult to sleep in planes, no matter what the hour. So I simply relax and rest as best I can
The passengers spread out over the plane, most people were able to find a row to themselves, so they could curl up across the seats and sleep through the flight. I envied them, knowing I would arrive with tired, red-rimmed eyes, and feeling every single one of my 39 years. With a sigh, I began pulling out my laptop to look over some project specs. I glanced up to see a young couple settling into the seats across the aisle.
I’d noticed them briefly in the airport lounge, her especially. She had an easy, confident air, as she moved between the fastened-down rows of chrome and vinyl airport chairs, casually pulling her suitcase behind her. Her wheat-coloured hair hung in soft waves just over her lightly tanned shoulders, and she had a broad, full smile, its spread matched only by the natural swell of her hips. Her body was full and lush, and she exuded a carefree sensuality you couldn’t help but admire.
Her eyes were nearly golden, with darker flecks; I’d noticed them when we stood near to one another at the check-in counter. A tiger’s eye hung about her throat on a narrow leather cord, and I remember thinking how much that suited her - a tiger’s eye, for a tigress of a woman. Read the rest of this entry »




























