Night Flight

This is a short read, inspired by a recent flight. The description of the girl is real, the rest not so much.

Spoiler alert, there is NO sex in this story.

I was lined up ready to board my evening westbound flight. Almost a cross-country trip, but it was an important client so I wanted to be able to spend most of the next day with them. I would be chasing the sun, and late when I arrived but figured I could catch a little sleep on the 4 hour trip. I'm in my late sixties, but in good shape and health. My hair has just a little gray so I can pass for early fifties on most days. I'm good at my job and still enjoy it, so I keep plugging along since I'm not crazy about sitting around the house. And I get to travel on the company dime. One of the perks from this travel is that I am a Priority member, so I get to board first, and since this airline lets you choose any seat you want, I get my choice. The plane is almost empty when I get on, so I head for row 2, right side, window seat. I don't always look out the window during the flight, but I just like sitting there. Travel case in the overhead, laptop under the seat in front, I get buckled in and watch the rest of the passengers board.

I'm always amused by the size of some of the luggage they bring, hoping they can find space and jam it in the overhead bins. Even with an aisle seat open, (no one likes the center seat) most of them pass me by. As the plane started to fill up, I still had the row to myself. Then I saw a young lady enter, scan the seats and look at me. She stopped and asked "Is this seat taken?"

"All yours" I answered with a slight wave of my hand. She reached up to put her backpack in the overhead and I got a good look at her. Probably late twenties or early thirties, on the tall side, brown hair to her shoulders, slender build, average looking. You know, not pretty or beautiful, but not bag worthy either. What really caught my attention though was the short top she was wearing. When she stretched up to push her backpack in, the bottom rose up to show about 4 inches of a nicely toned tummy, and I thought I saw part of a tat on her left side. I also noticed the bottom hem was hanging several inches away from her body, so it seemed the top half wasn't too shabby either.

Oh well, show's over, she sat down, draped a jacket over her shoulders and closed her eyes. She looked like it had been a long day already, and it wouldn't be done for another 4-5 hours.

It wasn't a completely full flight, so we ended up with an empty middle seat. All the better that I didn't have to fight someone for elbow room.

Once we took off, the flight attendants came around with drinks and packages they call 'snacks'. Then after cleaning up, they dimmed the lights. I could see her trying to get comfortable and find some place to rest her head, but it just wasn't working. I leaned toward her and in a loud whisper said "I hope I'm not being too forward, but I have a shoulder you are welcome to use." She looked at me and apparently figured I was harmless. "Thanks". I raised the armrests and she moved to the middle seat, putting her feet under her and turning sideways. Her jacket provided a little padding, she put her head down and I think she was asleep in a few minutes. I put my hands in my lap, rested my head lightly against hers and dozed off myself.

Next thing I remember was the chimes and an announcement to return to your seats and make sure seat belts were buckled. We were heading into some turbulence, it should only be a short time, sorry for the inconvenience, yada yada. As I moved a little, she woke up and asked what was going on. I just said she needed to put her seat belt on, but she was fine where she was. She got it looped around herself, then put her head back on my shoulder. Right then the plane started bouncing around. She popped her head up, looking at me with fear in her eyes. "You're OK, just a few bumps, nothing to worry about." No sooner had I said that than the plane bounced and pitched even harder than before. "Flight Attendants, take your seats" blared over the speakers and there were some audible gasps from other passengers. She reached around my chest and pulled me close, hanging on for dear life. I turned and put my arms around her also to try to comfort her. In doing so, my right arm pushed under her top and my hand was against bare skin. I couldn't easily pull my arm back out, so I just slowly started to rub her back and side, trying to calm her down. Her skin was soft and as I went higher one time, I brushed the side of her bra clad breast. "That feels nice..." She started to calm down a little and pulled away a bit. A little emboldened, I rubbed the back of my hand across her stomach, lightly touching the bottoms of her bra cups. Her satisfied sighs told me I could continue and I lightly rubbed my hand over both of them.

"The clasp is in the front." Taking that as permission, I unsnapped it with one hand and let the cups swing free. I may be old but there are some things you never forget how to do. Lightly circling each breast with my fingers, I closed in on the center and a hardening nipple. I gently palmed each one, a very pleasurable handful. Her heavier breathing and pushing into me told me she enjoyed it also. I continued the caressing, giving each one equal time, returning to give the nipple a gentle squeeze, a twist, or a light pull. There was a gasp or two, she stiffened, then relaxed against me. "I've never had that happen before, your fingers are magic..." she whispered. I turned to my left a little more so she could lay her head on my chest. I still had my hand on her left breast, as I went to move it, she said "leave it there..". We both soon dozed back off.

"We are starting our descent, please return seats and trays to their upright positions.." We sat up and she refastened her bra and pulled her shirt down. Just in time as the lights came on. She stayed in the middle seat, the two of us looking just like the rest of the bored, tired travelers. The landing was smooth, I'll give the pilot that, and we pulled up to the gate in short order. Once the seat belt light went off, half the plane stood up, ready to go. Never quite understood that; just be patient, stay seated, and wait your turn. Being near the front though, ours came quickly. She turned to me, planted a kiss on my cheek, stood up, grabbed her bag and she was gone. I stayed seated a few more minutes to let some of the crowd get out, then exited the plane. Once in the terminal, I looked around but she was nowhere to be seen. As I headed for the rental car counter, I wondered if it had been real, or just some silly old man's dream.