Run, rush, rush, run. God damn I missed my flight again. Why in the hell do they make connecting flights take off out of gates clear across the fucking terminal? Throwing my bags down on the seat in disgust, I flopped beside them, realizing instead of traveling within the next hour I was looking at a four-hour delay. FUCK! I am so damn tired I can barely move.

I watched as other passengers rushed past me, the blaring of sounds pounding through my head. As I observed the crowds shoving past one another, I noted one passenger that stood out from the others.

She was my height, five feet ten inches, with thick chestnut brown hair and very light blue eyes. She smiled at something someone was saying and I could see the dimples in both her cheeks. They were deep linear dimples, which transformed her face into one that drew everyone's attention. Her jeans fit snuggly, showing off her muscular thighs. Her abdomen was flat with her waist being clearly delineated. She wore a gray tee shirt that was tucked into her jeans. It clung to her torso, outlining her well-developed rack. Dark brown Doc Marten's completed her outfit.

She broke away form the rest of the bustling crowd and moved to place her backpack on the seat directly across from me. Man, she was more beautiful up close. She wore no makeup but nature had graced her with cherry red lips and a delicate pick blush on both her cheeks. She sat down across from me and caught me staring at her. She smiled that charismatic smile again, causing my body to jump into overdrive.

I closed my eyes before I did something stupid, like drooling. Sounds faded away and I fell into an exhausted slumber. My breathing evened out and my tired, tired legs relaxed as I stretched them out in front of me.

I'm not sure how long I slept but I felt a warm hand lightly caressing my jean-clad leg. It sent tremors through my body as I awakened slowly. I opened my eyes and noted the lights in the seating area were very dim and I could barely make out the person beside me. I heard nothing but silence around me except for her soft spoken "Hey, you" as she again ran her fingers up my thigh. I briefly wondered where everyone else had gone but even that thought slipped from my mind as she leaned over and blew lightly against my ear. Shivers spread from my face all the way to my groin.

Turning my head slightly, I noted it was the same woman that had been seated across from me. She smiled softly and raised her hand to press a finger against my lips to stop me from saying anything. Sitting beside her, I reached out and ran my hand against her thigh in much the same manner as she had touched mine. It was tight, firm, and very hot beneath my palm. My heart rate increased, causing red-hot blood to course rapidly through my body to lodge at the apex of my groin.

She leaned in again and traced my earlobe with the tip of her tongue. I groaned out load and shivers ran down my spine. It was exciting, this love play in the middle of one of the busiest airports in the world. We never would know when someone might walk up on us.

I tilted my head slightly allowing her to have better access. Her lips trailed behind my ear where she lightly kissed my neck. I loved the erotic sensation she was creating. Her mouth trailed down the side of my neck, nipping and sucking as she moved lower.

Finally, she pulled back, reaching out to place her hand along the side of my face. She pulled me closer and began a series of small kisses along my cheek. She softly kissed each eye, making sure the lids closed as she whispered, "Leave them shut." I kept my eyes closed as I felt her moist lips touch each of them. She moved lower to my mouth, nibbling softly against my lips. I open my mouth a little to allow her tongue to seek inside. Instead, she pulled back and ran her hands beneath my jacket, moving them closer to my breasts. She touched her fingertips below the edge of my breasts, stroking back and forth lightly. I throbbed and burned but didn't want to scare her off by grabbing her and throwing myself between her legs. I squeezed my eyes tighter so I wouldn't let the lust shine out of them. My breathing became irregular and hard to control. Had I not been sitting down, I would have fallen.

She continued nuzzling against my face, brushing my hair back with her mouth and feathering kisses up and down it. I tilted my face as I felt her moving closer to my lips. The seat pressed into the back of my neck, causing a dull pressure and pain. She moved her hands from beneath my breasts and I felt her move totally away from me. Still I kept my eyes closed. I didn't want to break the connection with her.

I felt her grab me by the shoulder and vigorously shake me. I could hear her saying "Miss, wake up, this is your flight." Wait! What kind of words of love are those? I opened my eyes and a flight crewmember was standing in front of me. She was doing her best to get me up and on the flight that was now loading. Dazed, I glanced around and wondered what the hell had just happened, realizing all of it was a dream from my very tired mind. The beautiful woman that had been across from me was no longer there. The area was brightly lit and the noise was unchanged, still painful to the ears.

Man, what a dream. I sighed deeply. My body was still keyed up from my erotic fantasy. Grabbing my bags, I headed to check in, got a boarding pass, which happened to seat me in the very back of the plane. At least no one would be behind me kicking on the seat or pulling on it. On the last stretch of the flight, a little rug rat sat behind me screaming at the top of his voice. Where are drugs when you need them?

I stumbled down the corridor leading to the plane. The coldness of the hallway wakened me the rest of the way as I shivered, waiting my turn to get onto the plane. I waited as other passengers tried to stuff bags that were way too large into the overhead lockers. I waited as some of them had to remove coats and jackets. Then, I found myself still waiting as the flight attendant settled the first class passengers into their plush seats.

Finally, I was free to move down the narrow aisle to my seat, Seat Twenty Five D. Thank God, it was an aisle seat. I saw an opening in the last bin on the opposite side of where I am to sit. I quickly forced my overstuffed bag into the container before turning to sit down. I looked at my seat partner and did a double take. It was my beauty, sitting next to me the entire long flight. I sat down beside her as she smiled directly into my eyes and asked, "Did you have a nice nap?" She winked at me and I began to wonder about my dream again.

It didn't matter that we were strangers now. We had four and a half long hours to learn more about each other. Oh yeah. There was no way I was getting off that flight without learning more about her and making myself available for a date. I planned on seeing just how far this Traveler was willing to go.


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