Small Talk

For an hour, I tried to get comfortable in my seat, but this internal heat undeniably made me hot. And not in the I am a little warm, let me take off my jacket sense. It was uncomfortable and arousing at the same time.

Jenny was snuggled under her blanket in the window seat, watching a movie. This is not how I imagined the flight going. There was no way I was going to be able to fall asleep, especially with the turbulence.

Unable to shake this feeling that I was being watched. Every so often, I took a quick look around, but I was unable to find anyone. This seemed different from a side effect of anxiety; I knew I was being watched. The heat would intensify, but as soon as I took a glance, it would fade.

I nudged Jenny to let her know I needed to find the restroom. The rule follower in me paid attention to the flight attendant when he gave his speech about safety features. The seatbelt sign was on, but I still unbuckled and stood up.

We were seated in the main cabin in seats 10A and 10B. Since no one sat in C; I used that seat to keep as far away from the window as possible. Jenny took seat A by the window and perched against it because she enjoyed watching the stars in her peripheral view.

That little woman had a death wish. It was a large plane composed of 5 rows in first class, then 4 rows of comfort seats before the main cabin started. Each side of the plane had 3 seats in the row, with plenty of aisle room.

The bathrooms were at the back near row 37, so I set out to venture to the back of the plane. It was nighttime, so the floor was illuminated by green walkway markers. The flight was rather bumpy, thanks to all the turbulence.

I had to hold on to the empty seats to keep myself standing. Nearly falling on a man in row 25, but I barely myself. The intense heat increased when the man helped me catch my balance.

Turning around, I still had trouble finding who the heated gaze belonged to. It disappeared just as quickly as its onset. I felt crazy admitting I looked forward to it and missed it when it was gone.

When I got to the back of the plane, two of the three bathrooms were closed. And the only working one had a really long line already. I was unable to hold it, and the line was backed up to row 32.

I told the flight attendant I was pregnant and did not think I could hold it. Reminiscing of her days being pregnant as she ushered me to the first-class area. It must be the alcohol because I do not lie. That is not who I am, but I was thankful she was not the one serving me drinks.

On our way forward, we passed Jenny, who was still watching her movie intently. The first-class looked so secretive from the view in the main cabin. It was curtained-off from the rest of the plane, and each row had an additional curtain for privacy. I had never heard of such accommodations, but the flight was long enough for a good nap.

There it was again, the feeling of being watched. I quickly looked around, with no luck. The attendant placed her hand on my back to ensure I was okay. I let her know the turbulence was giving me motion sickness.

The first-class bathroom was very roomy. It was clean and had a large full-length mirror, too. I looked in it and gave myself a once over.

My outfit was simple. A pair of black leggings, a white sports bra, and a black zip-up hoodie. My hair was in two cute pom-pom pigtails. Messy, but functional for travel.

Jenny helped me with my makeup, just some mascara and gloss. I did not find myself unattractive. This was the first time in a long time that I felt good about myself.

Maybe it was all the liquor talking, but I was rolling with it, especially since I was on a plane 36,000 feet above civilization. Jenny’s words ringing through my ears made me wish my mystery gazer would knock on the door.

Knowing my luck, that was unlikely to ever happen. I finished up washing my hands and scrunching my hair. Not wanting to hold up the bathroom, I quickly gathered my thoughts and headed toward my seat.

As I exited the bathroom, I felt watched again. It was uncomfortable, but not scary. I remember the lusty feeling that gave me butterflies and warmed my core earlier.

The same feeling from the bar. I did not see anyone from the bar board the plane. I just had to walk past first-class and comfort to get to my row.

Something was telling me to take it slow. Taking an intentional slight pause at each first-class row to see if I could sense where this internal fire was coming from. As I was walking past the last row, I was pulled into the last seat.

I gasped, but quickly a large hand covered my mouth to catch the sound from escaping. It was pitch black in the row. The heat from him burned hotter than it had been all evening.

Pulled into the first seat, it was an oversized seat. I felt a hand retract to the window seat. Even in the dark, I was flooded by an intimidating feeling. Intoxicated by a burning desire and anticipation of what could happen.

Before I could speak, he said, "Scream if you want, but I do not want to harm you. I have been watching you.”.

His pause was only brief. “I noticed you in the airport bar and again when I was boarding.”.

I did not know what to say, but I knew I felt watched. The tone of voice was young, silky, and domineering. I felt like I was being ordered not to scream, and for some reason, I obeyed.

I could not see this man, but he smelt like a GQ magazine, and I know my catalog colognes. I was stuck in advertising when I first started at The Know magazine firm. It was a rich and smooth scent.

He pulled me out of my thoughts, “What is a stunning woman like yourself doing traveling unaccompanied?”.

“I am not unaccompanied! I am traveling with my best friend for a girls trip to clear my head, drink, and let loose.”, Unsure why, I felt obligated to explain myself.

It was like word vomit, and I could not stop until I reached up and covered my mouth with both hands.

“Hmm, I see.”, That is all he said.

“If you pulled me in here to ask about my trip, you got your answer. Now if you do not mind, I will be going.”, as I stood up to leave, I was pulled back to my chair with one hand.

“Sit. I am sure I can make it worth your while. Can I ask what your name is?”, he said in a demanding tone.

My heart was racing at the pace of my excitement. I had never done anything this crazy, so I did not know how to act. Awkwardly fidgeting with my thumbs, I looked around for any gleam of light to catch a glimpse of his face.

“My name is Leah. What is your name?”, I was quick to answer, but I did not feel as if I were in danger.

“My name is Adrian. How old are you, Leah?”, he said in a calm and intriguing tone.

“I am 25, divorced, no children, and do not want any. Let me go ahead and clear up any small talk questions.”, I answered with haste and attitude, which is unlike me.

Being social was very awkward for me. It is something I am working on. I never spoke my mind when I was married, so I got a little carried away.

“I see someone is not too keen on small talk.", he said with a slight chuckle.

“What about you Adrian?”, I retorted.

“I am 29, never married, and have no children. I also do not plan on having children.", not what I was expecting from this stranger.

“I see, so why did you pull me in your seat?”, now I was interested.

This man smelled like a model and sounded like a tall, physically large, and handsome man. Not to mention he has the grip of a Viking.

“I wanted to meet you.”, he said with a slight pause before saying my name, "Leah.".

“But we can not even see each other.”, I told him.

“You do not need to see me for me to feel you.”, he said as he placed his large hand softly over my mouth and whispered the next words in my ear.

“If you do not want this, all you have to do is say no, and I will stop.”, hot chills ran through me.

There was no way I could formulate a sentence when this man engulfed me with sexual tension. He took my silence as consent, and it was. Jenny said an orgasm would ease my anxiety.

He grabbed my hand and lifted the arm rest between us. He pulled me over the chair and into his lap. I sat on something, and I doubt he was toting around rather large vegetables in his pockets.

My panties were dripping wet with sexual anticipation. I do not fully understand why I am nervously looking forward to what he has in mind. I skipped the small talk and created the path. We were headed into something more interesting.