Flying the First Time By Herself

I looked at my watch again . . .25 minutes until my flight. In the background the video poker machines were continuously making their annoying “ding, ding, ding noises. I looked a second time at my watch and computed the time difference between Nevada time and Montreal. I had heard about the infamous “red-eye flights” but had never actually taken one. I had broken even, during my stay in Vegas . . . which compared to many of my friends reports . . . was pretty good. Still one of my goals was to possibly meet a nice young lady . . . but I had struck out in that department.

Time suddenly slowed to a stop . . . as she walked up to the check-in desk. She carried a small purse appropriate for her young age and a carry-on that looked much too full for her to manage. I knew it wasn’t polite to stare, but her body and face were very thought-provoking to look at . . . so I kept my stare trained on her young body.

Her titties had just begun to sprout and her tight little ass looked the absolute best in her shorts. She was facing the opposite direction but it didn’t matter. I suddenly over heard the clerk say “27A” and my heart began to beat rapidly. I took out the ticket in my breast pocket and it indicated 27 B! I was going to sit next to this angel the entire flight back to Montreal.

Should I run up to her and introduce myself and explain that we would be sitting next to each other the entire flight? No, that would be much too aggressive Michael . . . I said to myself. No, it would be better to just be patient and see what happens. Just my luck she would not only be a virgin, but never have had any experience with a guy either. But would that really be such a bad thing?

The video poker games kept their rhythm in the background but the noise didn’t distract me anymore. A much more beautiful distraction was now sitting not twenty feet away. I pretended to look at my magazine, but my mind and thoughts were much more interested in the vision across the aisle. She had on a light blue tank top with spaghetti straps that left her bare tummy showing and a somewhat short pair of blue jean shorts. Her titties barely pushed out the front of her top, but I was almost certain she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Her feet were adorned with a pair of brown sandals and I couldn’t help but fantasize about making love to this young nymph. Would I even have the courage to speak up and begin a conversation with her? She looked over at me and I nervously dropped my eyes back to the vintage Star Trek magazine I had brought along. I suddenly felt stupid reading a sci-fi magazine and wish it was something more along the lines of People Magazine that we could at least begin talking about. After a few seconds I looked back up and she was looking out at a woman who had just won one of the quarter machines and was placing her cup under the spout to catch the coins that were pouring out of the machine.

“Sounds like a winner,” I said . . . not knowing where the courage had come from to say anything at all.
“I watched my uncle play this afternoon,” she said, somewhat annoyed.

“Did he lose much?” I asked, suddenly amazed that my conversation skills were excelling even slightly.

“A couple hundred,” she said. “Were you lucky at all?”

“I think I broke even, and I feel lucky to do that. Are you on the 11:55 flight to Montreal?” I asked . . . of course knowing the answer.

“Yes . . .how about you?” she smiled with a twinkle in her eyes. And not just any smile . . .one that would stop any male’s heart.

“Me too . . .” but I hesitated to divulge our seating arrangement.

“Do you go to work or live in Quebec?” she asked.

“I go to school and I came here for a few days of getting away from the books and stuff,” I shared . . .getting concerned that the conversation was now getting boring.

“Flight 256 non-stop to Montreal now boarding at gate 14”, blared the P.A. system.

“That’s us,” she said with enthusiasm and stood up. I noticed her tiny breasts and was suddenly even more excited. I was now certain that she was either wearing a very thin bra . . . or none at all. I certainly hoped the later. She leaned over to pick up her carry-on and my question was answered. I bravely peered directly down her top . . .almost to her twin pink nipples. The angel of beauty was not wearing any underwear . . . what-so-ever! I too picked up my bag.

“Can I join you on the short walk?” I asked.

“Sure . . . maybe we’ll even be sitting near each other!” she stated with enthusiasm and a sexy wink. Well, it was all I could do to keep my feet on the ground as we checked in at the counter just before the door that led to the jet. I followed her down the long hallway and entered the jet. Very few passengers had been seated yet and thirty or so rows of triple seats were banked all the way to the back of the plane. I knew 27-B was almost to the back . . .having ridden in the same style plane on the way there. She looked at her seat and then turned around to look at me.

“What’s your seat number?” she asked looking at the numbers under the overhead compartments.

“Uhhhhhh . . . .27-B!” I said with obvious emotion in my voice. Maybe too much emotion I thought. She stopped and turned.

“Well great . . . that’s right next to me!” she beamed and then slowed her pace and stopped. “Well, sir . . . I’ll let you find our seats then,” she said with a mischievous look on her face. My heart was thumping so loudly I was certain she would hear it. I suddenly took the lead and moved the next ten or so rows to our seats.

“Want me to put that up for you?” I asked looking at her much more closely than before. Her eyes still sparkled and I could now see a pair of young lips that begged to be kissed.

“Thanks,” she said and I took the heavy carry-on and lifted it up and placed it in its new home. She slid over to her seat. Inside the opened compartment door were several small pillows and a blanket.

“Think we might need these? I asked showing her a pillow.

“That would be perfect. They don’t have a blanket up there do they? The air conditioning is freezing.” I now began to grow a hard-on as I noticed her pert nipples were bursting outwards, in response to the cool air.