When we pull up to the landing strip, the jet is ready to be boarded, stairs attached and security waiting. They open up the car on my side and we both file out. I make sure to help her, holding her reluctant hand as she protects her skirt from flying away in the wind. If it did, it wouldn’t be a total loss. The thing’s atrocious in comparison to what she has hiding underneath it.
I try to focus on anything but her, but I now see that the challenge is to focus my thoughts on her differently. Try to force myself to see her how I once did. So as we get situated in our seats on the jet, I watch her, trying to really see past what I'm now attracted to.
She’s looking everywhere but me, her eyes searching the plane as she gets comfortable with the warm blankets the flight attendant just brought us. She seems nervous, more than she did earlier today, and I wonder if there’s something else she’s thinking about.
I turn my head to the window and watch as the men on the tarmac give my pilot a signal to head off, and I lean forward expectantly. Twelve hours of alone time with Ms. Lee. Is it horrible that the thought turns me on? By the look on her lovely face, she needs some release. It’s also possible that having sex just one more time will get it out of my system, and we can go about this trip like good business partners.
The flight attendant says something to me, but I can barely hear her over the sound of the plane as we take off, so I nod and wave her away. I can’t be bothered to try to decipher anything but my current inner debate. Fuck Ms. Lee or continue to picture her naked every time I look at her. This makes sense, right? My rationale? I just need this bimbo flight attendant to stop buzzing about like an annoying insect.
“Ms. Lee?” Her eyes flicker to me for the first time today, and my heart nearly beats out of my chest. I have to have her now and resolve this little sweet tooth for her before it gets too out of hand. Her soft almond eyes wait for me, and I flash her a sincere smile.
I cross to her side and squat at her knees, running my thumb from her soft cheek to her pointed chin.
“What’s wrong?” I whisper, tucking a stray hair behind her delicate ears. She shakes her head at my words, and I place a hand firmly on the top of her knee.
“You should sit down.” She whispers back, and I gently tilt my head, slowly inching my fingertips up her thigh, passing the hem of her skirt.
“You should sit down here.” I quip, glancing at my lap, and she gives me a sarcastic glare. I touch my tongue to the inside of my cheek with an open-mouth grin. I want her now, and I’d do just about anything to get what I want. I’m still slowly moving up her skirt when she interrupts.
“Stop.” She smiles, lightly touching my hand through her skirt just before I reach the hem of her thong. I still persist past her, going straight to her clit and beginning to rub. I can’t tell what she’s thinking, though I’m determined to get it out of her. Something seems off, but I have twelve more hours to welcome her to the mile-high club. The annoying flight attendant urges me to sit in my seat for takeoff, so I oblige— more for Jessica’s sake than the stupid flight attendants. This will be quite the trip if I can’t rid myself of this fleeting attraction. I glance out the window, resolving it as a fact, that one more time with Ms. Lee will be enough to forget her, as we rise into the misty sky.