One Long Airplane Ride

A VERY LONG TRIP

My wife had been gone for four years. She didn’t die she “wanted her freedom” so she divorced me, took all she wanted of her things (which was practically nothing), and headed southwest with a strange, long haired, dark skinned younger guy she had met at the gym…and that’s enough of that story.

After she was gone I fretted for a while and then started to make some changes which would help me adjust to being alone. First, I went on a binge to rid my life of reminders of her. Along the way I sold the beautiful home we had owned together and bought a new place just for me. It was my great gift to myself. I deserved it.

This house is an enormous, beautiful, home in an elegant gated golf course community of beautiful multimillion dollar homes and well manicured three acre lawns.

After living here about a year my neighbors have gotten used to me…well sort of the way you get used to another tree planted along the street. When I first moved in my three closest neighbor ladies came over right away. In each case I could quickly tell they were expecting a normal family. After a couple cookies and a cup of coffee with each, it became obvious to them that I was of little interest beyond providing a source of rumors. I was a bachelor living alone in this big place…how strange. I could not contribute kids that might be mates with theirs and being a single I did not fit into their social circle for sure. Mine was the only home in the community with just one occupant and I was gone for work most of the time. I was an outcast and quickly put in a special category by my neighbors.

In no time I started to feel quite alone at home. I felt like I was different, unknown , and almost certainly to the neighbor kids I was the scary guy who lived alone in the big house under the big trees.

There was no opportunity to get to know even my closest neighbors. The adults were never outside .

Once in a while I would see a few teenage girls walking in a little group out in the street. I concluded they were walking to school and they were high school. Two of them lived in the house next to mine, but I never got to know them. These were huge lots so their house was quite a distance away. All I could tell was they were cute and by my old standards they dressed in very revealing outfits. That’s all I knew about my neighborhood.

Being single had been an unpleasant adventure for me. I was alone and lonely away from the office, but that was to be expected. I had been married a long time.

One by one I learned to handle the issues of a single life…all with the exception of a social life. I tried a few dates. I learned I was still considered handsome and vibrant, but nothing, even temporary, developed. My ego blamed my work. I owned my own Artificial Intelligence. My business was very successful but quite time consuming. My work required a good bit of travel. All this did not mix well with developing a relationship.

FLIGHT

It was a Tuesday in early June when I realized that business required that I return to my Singapore office for about a week. I had made the trip a few times before. I enjoyed Singapore it is an interesting destination but this time it was going to be all work.

A trip to Singapore required extremely long flights; over seventeen hours from Chicago to Nariea Japan and then another six more into Singapore. Wow!! These flights could be a nightmare. Some time ago my doctor, a good golf buddy, had prescribed some “designer” sleeping pills to take me out of it for a while during the long legs. I could schedule few good hours of sleep, when I desired. I had used them before and knew they really knocked me out for a few hours, but I also knew I would wake up rested with no after effects.

Just the thought of these pills was comforting as I headed down the jet way, on board and back the aisle to my seat in what looked like a new Boeing 777-200LR. I was traveling business class…others looked at it as an improved designation for “coach”, but for me these seats were fine. They were big enough with good leg room and they reclined quite fully. If my luck was good and no one else was assigned to my row, the arms could be raised and I could actually lie down across all three seats.

I had asked for a seat toward the back of the section, normally less confusion and quieter.

Carry on items in the overhead; I slid into my aisle seat. I watched as seat after seat filled throughout the aircraft, hoping that the two seats next to me might remain empty. Finally, I could see the last passengers had entered and the cabin doors were being shut. My row of three was empty except for yours truly. I had gotten my wish, or at least I thought.

FLIGHT COMFORT INTERRUPTED



Literally, the last passenger to come down the aisle was this young woman who ended standing at my row. She stopped just in the aisle just foot from my face to reach up and stow her things in the overhead. As she struggled above me her very short skirt moved upward and a bit of her small black panties came into view right beside my face. Her bare shapely legs made this an outstanding adventure for this old bachelor. My ego told me she knew exactly what she was doing and she was enjoying every minute, but my logic told me she was nervous and oblivious to everything. It took her a while to get things stowed above me but nowhere near long enough for this horny guy.

Finished with the overhead she gave me a nervous smile and with a quiet apology started to struggle past my knees over to the window seat.

She obviously wasn’t a seasoned air traveler for rather than passing over with her back toward me, she faced me as she crawled over my lap. Oh my…an unforgettable moment! Her beautiful breasts were just inches from my face. The buttons on her white blouse were strained just enough.

She had to quickly reach for center seat head rest as she contorted to pass over me. Oh my…she smelled so good.

When she was finally seated I tried to exchange some initial pleasantries with her. I knew how long this flight was and I did not want to sit beside a silent stranger. As I turned to speak I realized she was honestly so pretty I was embarrassed to look directly at her for fear my perverted emotions might show. I sort of talked while looking at the TV screen in front of me.

For her part, she was so nervous she responded to my comments while looking out the window.

I learned that she was traveling with her parents who were up in first class. The three of them were going to be gone two weeks. Their trip included visiting a family who had recently moved to Singapore, staying a week while dad did business, and then travel with that family to Bali for a vacation week before returning home.

She was excited because the family they were visiting included a son her age who she had known in school. They had dated twice and he might have been her prom date in the spring until his dad was transferred to Singapore two months ago. They had exchanged a lot of text messages and some photos when he first moved.

As she talked I learned that she was very frightened to fly. She had done very little and everything about this long trip scared her. As an attempt to quell her concerns about the flight I let her know I flew almost every week. I had made this business trip to Singapore many times and everything was going to go just fine.

To sort of prove I knew the “ropes” I slid out of my seat and brought three blankets and a couple pillows down from the overhead and piled them in the center seat. I then explained to my young traveling companion how her arm rest could be raised to give more room once dinner was over and she were ready to rest.

My comments and actions seemed to calm her.

It was twenty minutes into the flight, we were leveling at some initial cruise altitude, and she had become a chatter box. I was learning all about the problems of a young woman, her family life, living in a wealthy suburb. To me it seemed like she had a perfect life for someone her age, but one never knows.

She did not seem to be a complainer; she just came across as being completely lost. Her family had moved to the area just last summer and that had been tough. She had lost all her friends and making new ones was very hard. She made the cheer leading squad which helped but she still felt alone. The other girls on the squad had been together since middle school or before and they were all wrapped up in a click that she did not feel part of. She was lost in the crowd of our very big suburban high school.

She also felt abandoned by her parents. She was an only child and she needed their involvement, but the new life here had been challenging for them too. They were very busy with their work making new friends. She had no one at home.

Thirty minutes later she had slid to the center seat so “we could talk better” over the cabin noise. I did ask a couple questions. That is all it took. She had a listener and that opened the door for her. More and more her conversation turned to how alone she felt…even to the point of depression. My quick scary thought turned to teenage suicide. It seemed to her that everyone in her life was superficial. She had loving parents that didn’t know she existed most of the time, false friends who only stayed in her life because she was an attractive cheerleader with cute clothes. No one was concerned, no one listened. She could find no solid foundation of love and respect anywhere.

As she talked, drinks were served. I had my scotch and water, she had a coke. Dinner was next. She followed my lead and ordered the chicken.

She continued to talk. I listened. My strong scotch had its effect.

An hour later it was beginning to darken outside. They had collected the dinner things. We were somewhere over north western Canada well on our way to Japan. Dinner trays were collected and a final round of drinks were being offered. I got just a class of water…my traveling friend followed suit.

I got out a white pill from my bottle of pills that my Doctor friend had prescribed.

This trip was a killer. After seventeen or eighteen hours in the air this flight would arrive in Singapore in the morning. When I got there my people somehow expected me to be ready for meetings right away the first day. These pills provided a lot of help. I could get some rest. Previously I just used Scotch which wasn’t nearly as effective.

My young traveling mate asked what the pill was…I told her how it was going to enable me to sleep more soundly for about four hours. I offered to split the pill with her explaining that I had no idea how effective it might be for her.

She gave me a little lecture on drugs with a laugh…then took the half I offered and downed it with a little water and a smile. Twenty minutes later she had quieted down and we were getting along splendidly. Maybe the half pill was working.

When the lights were turned down a short while later, I noticed both arm rest were up. I don’t remember her raising the second one closest to me, but now she was actually resting against me. It seemed like each time she had moved she moved a little closer.

THE INTRUSION TURNS WELCOME

We were flight buddies. It was nice. It would make this long ride more tolerable for sure.

Her light brown hair was the first thing that sent up a red flag to this “old bachelor”. When she released her pony tail it tumbled down around her shoulder and over my left arm. It was long and beautiful and for the first time, and much to my chagrin, I realized I was very aroused by her intimacy.

I sat quietly not wanting to disturb her, or break the moment, but completely caught up in her young beauty.

Her hair over my arm had put me over the top. All my well trained internal alarms went off and I tried to move away from her toward the isle as much as I could. But, her hair smelled so good.

Then things just got more difficult for me. As I moved a little in my seat, her upper body moved with me and she found room to curl her legs up into the window seat. This was terrible. Her skirt was so short that in this position, even in the dim light, her black panties were clearly visible against her shapely white legs.

The blankets and pillows had sort of slid to the floor. I brought a blanket up over her legs. This helped. My aroused body calmed just a bit. I brought up another blanket to cover her upper body and mine as well. This didn’t help. We were now covered together. My hormones went wild again.

My left arm found its way around her beautiful young shoulders and she snuggled even closer. Her head dropped down to a pillow that had somehow found its way to my lap.

This was too much. She was resting peacefully…I sure wasn’t.

Everything went quiet and I tried to get my mind under control. It had become much darker outside and inside. We were at thirty nine thousand feet and well up over Canada. I attempted to get my mind on the business opportunities in Singapore. I started to think through the meetings I had set up.

I looked down…her eyes were closed…she was breathing heavily. I could not believe she had gone to sleep so quickly while I was still in this emotional turmoil.

The half pill hadn’t done a thing for me, but I guess it had really worked for her.

My mind was running on overdrive. Every alarm in my body had gone off. I was wide awake. She was completely out of it and I was over the top horny. I could not believe the temptation…the erotic situation.

TEMPTATION

Looking back what I did then was all so easy and so very bad. My left hand slipped under the blankets and down over her front. I moved so slowly, testing continuously…no response on her part. A few moments later my hand had moved down over her cropped off white blouse and back up where I learned she was not wearing a bra and had little reason to wear one. Under the thin top her breasts proved to be wonderfully small and firm.

I was driving myself into an erotic fit. My sexually deviant quest had to pause for several minutes. She felt so innocent. I was going wild.

My condition got more and more intense. I was so aware of her head resting in my lap, her hair tumbling down over my legs and the warm sensual feeling of her young breast in my left hand.

There were no responses from her as my left hand departed her breast and began to move further downward beneath the blanket. Her short skirt was no longer a factor as it was now practically up to her waist. My hand hesitated when it arrived at the triangle between her upper legs. Her little panties offered no resistance as I worked down under them. In no time the fingers of my left hand were gently caressing their way down over her smooth pubic area on to her vaginal lips. She still did not stir.

I was in a sexual rage as my left index finger finally worked all the way down such that it was searching along her smooth vaginal lips. I hesitated and then applied a gentle pressure to her entry.

Earlier my right hand had gone on separate route where it had found, released, and was now slowly stroking my enormous erection under the blanket over my lap. I had initially thought I was seeking just a little relief that would bring me back to my senses.

Moments later I could not contain myself longer. I had held back a long as possible. I was going to climax wither I wanted to or not.

Then the unexplainable; in one move my left hand moved from her warm lower body across to the end of my raging erection. It arrived; I climaxed and released an enormous amount of semen into my cupped fingers.

Now the unthinkable…I consider myself to be a good person…a responsible man. Why oh why did my left hand so quickly return to her lower body carrying the results of my enormous ejaculation.

Yes I was enormously horny. Yes she was warm, wonderful and so available, but that will never explain why my fingers found her smooth vagina, opened and deposited my fluids such as to cover her tender vaginal area. Everything there immediately became wet and slimy.

Not a murmur or movement from the beautiful young lady. Her body was warm and wonderful. I moved my fingers downward freely until my index finger found her entry. Everything was a sloppy mess. My index finger slid into her so easily; then in and out, deeper and deeper, until it began to find the resistance of her virginity.

I hesitated a moment…no movement on her part, just deep breathing. I brought my index finger out and inserted my smaller ring finger. With little effort it was able to pass through the opening beside her hymen and slide deeper into her vagina taking with it my fertile excretions.

She murmured…I withdrew my hand and froze. She turned slightly; more on her back; and sighed deeply. Her heavy breathing returned. My left hand moved back to my raging erection where my fingers soon cupped around the results of another grand climax.

Returning to her body this time I realized her vaginal area was now even more accessible as a result of her turning more onto her back and moving her legs. She was completely covered with my semen. She was so wet my fingers easily passed in deeper and deeper…index finger, ring finger, both.

I clearly was aware moments later when her hymen gave way and my fingers combined with the fluids began descending completely into her body.

This drove me out of my scull with passion. I could not help myself. My left hand began to move back and forth between her tender young vagina and my enormous erection. Time after time, my right hand would stroke up to a most powerful extended climax and my left hand would catch the proceeds and transport the mess to her waiting vagina.

Several times I brought my finger out from under the blanket to examine them in the very dim light. After her virginity gave way I saw a bit of blood on my fingers, but that ended a short time later after a couple return trips to her body with more fluid. She was retaining everything.

It was many exchanges and a full hour later before guilt and remorse started to overcome me. What had I done to this young girl? How shameful. How decadent.

Carefully, I wiped her lower body as best I could and gently put her panties back into place. Even more gently I moved her short little skirt down as far as I could. I gently wrapped the blanket around her lower body and put things away for me as well.

GUILT

I was exhausted. I moved her upper body toward me…it was a reaction. My head fell back against the headrest and then turned toward her. My panicky feeling ended as I fell into the soundest sleep with this young nymphet cradled lovingly against the left side of my body.

Some four hours later with an aircraft location over the north Pacific, I felt her move beside me. I awoke and looked down into the most loving brown eyes. She immediately set up in the seat and looked at me in a startled fashion. Guilt drove me to cringe and turn away.

She quickly alleviated some of my distress when she smiled,

“I have really got to use the bathroom. How do I do that? Where is it?”

She sat up still snug against my side and looked around. Her left hand actually came across her body to find my right arm as she tried to turn and look back through the cabin.

To quick sentences of instruction and a point back the aisle and my new young lady friend was gingerly sliding her beautiful bottom over my knees and making her way back the rows to the little room.

I held my breath. What was she going to find? How was she going to deal with everything? My only hope was that enough time had passed that everything should have mostly dried. Her panties might be a bit sticky for sure, but that she could consider natural. None the less, I held my breath as I waited.

My fears were alleviated immediately when she returned. She gave me a smile, placed her left hand on my right shoulder for stability and slid in over me to the middle seat. Once seated tightly beside me she pulled the blanket from the widow seat back over us as she snuggled against me again. Not a word was said. I reached across her and brought another blanket over to cover her legs. When finished, I let my arm rest on the outside of the blanket over her.

We were back asleep in minutes. It was the soundest sleep I ever experienced on an airplane. It seemed like no time until all the lights in the cabin came on and they were beginning to prepare the cabin for breakfast.

It was startling. We bolted upright and smiled at one another. I adjusted the blanket back over her legs. Nothing was said as I lowered our tray tables. We exchanged “good morning” glances.

She continued to look at me so lovingly. It scared me.

I thought about what I had done in the night. She needed to get rid of as much of my stuff as she could. I tried to take on the role of protector,

“Once they begin the meal service we are sort of locked in here. We may want to use that little room back there beforehand.”

OUR FIRST DAY

With that I lifted my tray, got up and turned to move back the aisle to the bathroom. I could not help but look down at her. Only in that moment, for the first time, I realized fully how truly gorgeous she was. My heart stopped. As I moved away the blanket we shared had moved revealing half of her right leg, a little of her black panties, and the side of her short dark red skirt.

She looked up into my eyes and smiled as she reached down and brought the blanket back over her. My heart stopped. I had spent the night with her…with this raving young beauty. To anyone watching us there was a real story. I could not feel more possessive.

As I moved back the aisle toward the toilet my erotic thoughts were replaced by a terror. I could just see my sperm having a field day in her young womb. What I had done in the night was so wrong; so dangerous. There was no definition for the crime I had committed. Was there a law against it? I had never read or heard of someone doing such a thing.

In the little toilet I found my erection still half alive and very damp with the remains of the nocturnal activity. The dampness reinforced to my panicky mind that my sperm was most likely alive and having a real field day deep in her beautiful young body. Panic overwhelmed me. I stood there shaking with deep seated regret and fear. I cleaned up a bit and washed my hands and face carefully. I could not look at myself in the mirror.

Finished, I moved back up the aisle toward my seat.

Just the site of her seemed to make things better. As I approached she lifted the blanket that covered her and swung her legs toward the aisle revealing everything up to and including those damn black panties. What a picture. All panic was gone and replaced with unmitigated lust as she smiled up at me and handed me the blanket,

“Please don’t let them take this…we need it.”

It was a simple sentence but to this old man it was a contract of love and commitment. She had used “WE”. I was speechless as helped her up from the seat and let her slip past me in the aisle. She smelled so good. The blanket smelled just like her.

ATTRACTION

I sat down alone in a daze. My face felt so warm. I did not dare look at other passengers. I did not want to know anything about them. I did not want to know if they had any knowledge of what had been going on in row 23. It had become a wonderful corner of the world for me. I wanted to keep it that way.

It was just a few minutes, but it seemed like an hour until she returned. She greeted me with the same disarming smile as I got up into the aisle to let her get by. She didn’t ever consider her assigned window seat. She sat in the middle seat as I returned to the aisle seat beside her. She shook out the blanket in front of us, came against me warmly, and curled her beautiful legs into the window seat as she covered us together with the blanket. She looked up at me with a strange serious look,

“Are you married?”

“Not any more. I have been divorce for five years now.”

“Do you have children?”

“I have just one grown son.”

“What is your name?”

All my alarms went off. Should I tell her anything that might connect us once we were back on the ground? I hesitated.

She looked at me sort of inquisitively,

“My name is Sarah…Sarah Wolfram.

She offered with another of those smiles.

That was all it took. I looked at her and nodded.

“Richard…Richard Ames.”

All reasons to hide from her were invalid. No one could ever associate any pregnancy she might have with me and if things went wrong, I would want to know in case she needed help.

She snuggled closer in a noticeable way and brought a second blanket up to cover us further.

“I really like you Mr. Ames. I want you to know.”

My left arm found a wonderful natural place around her shoulders. I gave her a slight hug and then returned my arm back between us. She smiled up at me.

My traveling companion and I had grown closer… way closer. What a joy. She was a delightful young girl and it was so obvious she really enjoyed my company. I hadn’t felt anything this warm in my heart in years…if ever. She literally lifted my arm from between us and brought it over and down along the front of her body such that she could hug it with both arms like a doll. Her move was so titillating. It returned my left hand at the very top of her beautiful legs.

She loved to talk to me and the morning light seemed to encourage her. I got details of her school, her classes, and her disappointments. She began to tell me about her home life. It was her big disappointment. She was in a very trying situation with mother and dad. Too much money; dad worked all the time and mother volunteered too much and rode his butt too much. Alcohol played a major bad roll with both of them. They had come close to divorce several times even to the point of trial separations. She was at a loss as to what to do; constantly being pulled into the middle of ongoing argument. It had gotten to the point that she had to really think about what she would do if there was a divorced.

The move to where they lived now had been very stressful and now there was this rumor that they might move again.

The major problem however was the feeling of being alone. Her parents, her friends, her school teachers and associated, all had no time for her. She was an only child at a very tumultuous time in her life, in a very busy world, where no one seemed to know she existed.

With that, she began unloading a lot of intimate things…things I did not need to know. I wanted to change the subject. It seemed she finally had someone who treated her like an adult and was willing to listen. I tried to make the subject more enjoyable. She had been filled with questions about travel earlier so I brought things around to the present by discussing the island city of Singapore for a few minutes. Then, I coached her through the breakfast process as our trays arrived. We shared some funny moments dealing with the way things were packaged and served on the little trays. I talked airplanes and airports…anything to keep from going back to her bad home life. I gave her a good summary of the air transport industry just answering her questions. For a while she listened intently and forgot the outside world. She was relaxed and happy and for the first time I began to realize just how intelligent she was.

The window seat had long been forgotten. She got up several times to use the bathroom and always returned to sit way close to me. There was no question, we had grown quite fond of one another…and I worried more and more about what was going on in her young body.

Every time things got quiet, concern crept into my mind.

I had so many questions about what I had done. How long can the human sperm live outside the body? Could I have transferred my life to her last night? Was there any possibility that I was sitting next to a young high school girl who was becoming very enthralled with me and pregnant by me at the same time.

It worried me that she was going back to the toilet often, but finally she mentioned it and as if to assure me she that everything was ok; she said she didn’t know why flying made her need to go so often. She laughed and I chuckled with her.

The remainder of the flight went by so quickly. The entire world for me was in our row in this airplane. It seemed the same for her.

NARITA JAPAN

For reasons never explained Narita Japan requires that everyone get off the airplane even though, as in our case, we were going continue on the same plane, in the same seats to Singapore. I explained to Sarah that we would disembark, wait in a long line, go through their procedure and then get back on this very airplane

True to my prediction we were ushered into a long line that went back a long hall and then returned on the other side of a glass wall to our left. After making the trek out and back along the glass wall we were to pass through a check station and then back on to the airplane.

Our choice of seats put us near the end of the line. The people in front had already made the loop and were returning on the other side of the glass wall when we started. Sarah took my arm and pointed out her parents some distance away on the other side of the wall. I want to hide. I did not want to portray any association with her what so ever. I moved away from her a little. She looked at me strangely and took my hand to pull me closer to her and closer to the wall. It was clear she wanted them to be aware she and I were together. We passed them with only smiles and waves through the glass. I don’t think they associated us as being together. I was relieved.

Back on the aircraft we returned to our seats and once again she sat in the middle seat rather than her window seat. Right away she lifted the arm between us and moved as close to me as she could. She curled her legs into the window seat, brought my left hand over into her lap and brought a blanket back up over her legs.

She snuggled closely and looked up at me with a most loving expression,

“I thought flying was going to scare me, but I feel so safe now. Thank you Mr. Ames”

She smiled at the use of my name.

I panicked. She had place my left hand under the blanket in her lap and her short skirt meant that it had ended up mostly on her bare upper legs. She had to know. I immediately was fighting a raging erection.

The lights dimmed, the engines started, and our big ship started to taxi out to the runway in the gathering darkness of our second night on board. We were scheduled to arrive in Singapore in the morning. I sat frozen so aware of the position of my hand and the warmth of this young girl.

Airborne we were served drinks. (I forgot my second pill. It remained secure in my overhead luggage.) Soon the lights were turned down. She got as close to me as possible, turned toward me a bit and I felt her left arm move over across me under the blanket. She hugged me as I brought another blanket up over her shoulders. She slept.

Later, as we flew she stirred and her head dropped down onto a pillow I had placed in my lap. Soon after my head found its way over to another little pillow I had placed on her hip. It was so comfortable. We slept soundly.

It was about three hours further into the night when she moved beneath me and we awakened together. It was dark, very dark in our row. She turned toward me with sleepy eyes and asked about our progress. I answered and quietly brought her toward me with a gentle hug. She turned upward and kissed my cheek. Every fiber in my body reacted.

The remainder of the flight was anything but routine for me. She went back to sleep quickly but I was too alert. I would nod off for a while and then awaken to look down at the beautiful creature so comfortable. We were two people who in spite our age difference had found a remarkable closeness. The time passed. We moved from position to position, we went and came from the little room back the aisle; she kissed my cheek lovingly twice more as she climbed over me from the isle. (I remember each so clearly.)There was not one uncomfortable moment between us. Our ever move reflected a loving regard for one another.

On the other hand every time I let my mind return to earlier events everything inside me screamed for separation from this beautiful nymphet who I may have harmed so badly.

SINGAPORE

Unlike Narita, at Singapore we all had to move to the front of the aircraft and exit through one Jetway. She remained seated as I stood in the aisle and brought our overhead items down. She looked up at me with the most innocent loving eyes as I got both of us arranged to make our way up the long aisle to the exit. I fell more in love with her with each passing moment. The 777-200LR is a big aircraft. Unloading all these passengers through one gateway usually seems like it take forever, but now it was way too fast. I valued every moment we had together.

Finally it was our turn to move. I let her lead the way up the aisle. I wanted to see her as long as I could. Her body was such a beautiful work of art. This was a memory I wanted to keep forever.

But, by the time we reached the Jetway, I was filled with uncertainty and a desire to flee. I did not want to meet her family. I did not want to deal with her real world.

I concluded that as soon as we cleared the door into the building I would simply walk off without even a goodbye. That would be best. It would avoid all embarrassments. What could people read in her eyes, in mine…if we remained together. Frightening! Beyond that we had nothing left to say to one another. She did not realize it but we would never meet again.

My escape into anonymity was thwarted when, upon arriving in the terminal, she immediately took my hand and pulled me toward her as we moved with the crowd. We ended up walking together through a sea of tired people until on the far parameter she led me up to two worn out travelers she identified as her mother and dad. All my fears were unwarranted. Sarah introduced me as her “seat mate”. Her mother and dad were so tired they would remember nothing. They just looked at me with that “old man” look as they turned to walk on toward the escalators down to baggage and customs.

Sarah didn’t even get a hug from one of them, let alone any questions.

We stopped for a moment after we were in the exit corridor free from baggage, customs and all of that. We could see the exit doors ahead. It was over. She turned toward me. There were tears in her eyes. Her mother and dad had continued walking away, tired and in a strange place. They did not want to meet a stranger…they didn’t even think about the fact that, this “stranger” had slept with their daughter. Their backs were toward us.

Sarah and I had a moment of loving glances, and then, as if on a dare, she came up on her toes to hug me and kiss me directly on the lips. We clung to one another as if we were lovers. Then she turned and walked away following her folks who were already some distance ahead.

As if by agreement between us, I stood watching her leave. I was in complete disarray. Then grief swept over me, unexplainable intense grief. What an impossible situation for a lonely guy. I knew I would never see her again.

RETURN TO REALITY

I turned and walked toward customs, the exit, and the limo I knew was waiting in my real world.

My trips to Singapore were always well planned and well executed undertakings. The company limo was for certain waiting. The traffic was normal…terrible. The trip to my hotel was routine. My room reflected that I was a pretty important guy, but all that meant nothing right now. Every few moments her beautiful face would appear before me during the limo ride. I scoured the sidewalk crowd for the chance view of her. In the lobby and even from my twenty seventh floor room I could see her beautiful face everywhere.

Meetings went well. The aviation industry was in a period of strong expansion and my company was at the forefront. We were going gangbusters. Why with all the good news did her face remain imbedded in my mind through every meeting, every presentation, and even during the evening cocktail party in my honor? At the party I was inundated with attractive women, dressed seductively, hanging on my arm with full knowledge of my being a bachelor.