“Zone 3 now boarding for Flight 7869 to Newark.”
I heard the announcement over the airport intercom. Gate A34 had been my temporary home for the past three hours as I waited for that call. Many would say I was crazy for getting to the airport that early prior to a flight. As for the remainder, well they would say I was crazy for flying thousands of miles to meet someone who I had only ever interacted with over a screen. I will admit I had questioned my sanity at times over the past one hundred and eighty minutes.
Joanne and I met on April Fools 2015; see the irony in that! I would not say we got off to
a stellar start, but I am sure she would agree that, after a few months of chatting, we had that lightning in a bottle feeling for each other. It has been exactly five years, three months, and seven days since we met and, though we have faced more hurdles than I dare begin to count, we find ourselves here today ready to take the plunge into reality.
“Last call for Flight 7869 to Newark.”
I immediately get out of my trance, realizing there is no meet if I do not make it onto the plane. I race up to the check-in for my ticket and ID check. The gate attendant gives me a strange look and shakes her head.
“Is there something wrong with my documents?” I ask.
“Oh no Miss, the documents are good but you were not a zone 3 seat. You were a zone1, Business Class today.”
I take a closer look at the ticket. “Of course, she would,” I think to myself.
Joanne and I had always argued about me paying my own way; I was independent and she wanted to look after everything. Can you see where this is going? Anyways I found an email confirmation for said plane ticket in my inbox a few weeks prior and neglected to look at the details.
The good news for me was once I got through check-in, I did not have to deal with the
endless trail of bags hitting me in seat 3C.
As I settled into my seat the business class flight attendant, Hanna, came to do her final
pre-flight check and informed me it was my lucky day; I would have no occupants in either of the seats to my left. She was tall, blonde and, from the figure I could trace through her loosely-fit skirt and blouse, definitely found time for exercise. I sat there mesmerized just watching her. I also wondered if Joanne was somehow behind this distraction. I had a chore list, courtesy of her, to focus on before my landing in Newark and Hanna was not going to make it easy to stay focused.
The chores on Joanne’s list actually began long before I ever got onto Flight 7869. They
commenced weeks before I ever left my apartment to head for the airport. I think Joanne knew I would do whatever she needed me to do to make this trip happen, and she would have been right. We had waited so long for this to happen I was petrified that any misstep would cause her to have second thoughts and bail on me.
So, I made the best of an awkward situation and began checking tasks off the list:
Chore #1. You will need to find a Toronto Blue Jays t-shirt to wear on day one of the journey. I would say New York Yankees, but I know you would enjoy me ripping it off you more than I would enjoy ripping a perfectly good tee of my favorite team. No bra and your most-fitted pair of shorts. Underwear not required.
Chore #2. Please pack light. No need to check a bag; carry on luggage only. It will be uncomfortably hot here during your stay. You don’t need to pack a kitchen sink for a week. Essentials only. Personal hygiene products, shorts, light tops and your favorite piece of lingerie. Bras and underwear can be included but that doesn’t mean you’ll be wearing them. Oh yes and please don’t forget a bathing suit.
As the flight attendants went over the safety brochure I had seen many times before, the plane left the terminal heading toward the runway. I couldn’t help but wonder what awaited me once the plane landed in Newark. Would Joanne and I still feel the same about each other when the metaphorical curtain was pulled and we saw each other for the first time? Would our physical and emotional chemistry be as strong as it was over the screen, the screen we had shared for over five years? And why the wardrobe demands; what on earth did she have planned?!
My pondering was interrupted by the intercom. “This is your Captain speaking. We have reached cruising altitude and will be turning the seat belt sign off shortly.”
“Wow!” I thought to myself, I was so wrapped up in my own mind games I had missed the takeoff. One thing I didn’t miss was Hanna on drink service. Three words – ‘legs for days!’ She was beautiful and so personable and was the best in-flight sobriety coach I had ever had. My nerves were getting the best of me and I was eager to treat myself to an adult beverage or three to relax. However, after hearing my story, she twisted my arm for a sprite instead. She assured me that, despite the uncertainty, it was important to have a clear mind when we landed.
If only that landing was happening sooner! Joanne, being the thoughtful woman she is, did hook me up with an excellent flight; but unfortunately there are no direct flights from Edmonton to Newark. So yes, there was a layover coming my way in Toronto. I hated layovers! Nothing is more exhausting than being in an unfamiliar airport and having to navigate and budget your time in hopes of making that connecting flight. Total combined flying and ground time for this trip was nine hours and twelve minutes. On the bright side, it gave me oodles of time to prepare myself for what lay ahead. Which brought my thoughts back to the chore list. Finding a needle in a haystack seems impossible; how about five items in one airport gift shop?!
Chore #3. Please purchase and bring proof of purchase receipt with you: a sweet treat that would have you say no to an intimate encounter. A sweet treat you think I would turn down that same encounter for (it has to be something I can buy south of the border). A personal lubricant; I know this sounds simple so let’s step it up; it has to be flavored! A flask; so, if we do enjoy an alcoholic beverage, you will know your maximum allowable limit. And last but not least. pay cash as your last item is to retrieve one loonie in your change for me to keep.
Flight 7869 from Edmonton to Toronto arrived ahead of schedule. For anyone who called Toronto their final destination, this was thrilling news. For me it was more time I would have to add to the layover clock. Luckily the ‘Great Canadian Gift shop’ was right across from the gate my connecting flight was departing from, so I decided to start my shopping.
“Joanne seriously underestimated me,” I thought to myself as I had four out of the five items picked out within five minutes and yes that includes a loonie from my mental budgeting. The only thing left was the personal lubricant…they had it, but nothing flavored, of course. I could go to another shop, but then I would have to start the process all over and wouldn’t be near my gate if the flight details changed. I was torn but opted just to buy the regular lube and face the disappointment of not getting the right item. Just as I grabbed the small box off the shelf a familiar voice came from behind me. I turned around to see Hanna standing there boasting an energy drink and a variety of munchies.
She glanced down at my items and gave me an inquisitive look. “Quite the selection of items you have there.” She chuckled.
I had never been so embarrassed in my life. “They aren’t for me” I exclaimed.
“So, who are they for then? If I didn’t know any better, I would say you’re planning to upgrade to the Mile High club on the next flight.”
“Oh I wish; more like tasks I have to complete before I get to Newark. Unfortunately, they don’t have one item in more flavors,” I said as I pointed to the small box containing the lubricant.
Hanna didn’t say a word, she just started laughing at me. “You know I think I can help you with that. It’s not unopened but I do have some vanilla cupcake flavored,” she said as she pulled the small travel-size tube out of her purse. “Hopefully it will help you out of your bind. I do want it back later though!” she said as she winked at me flirtatiously.
“You would let me have yours?” I asked curiously.
“In a roundabout way, yes. Just remember a favor must always be repaid.” She replied.
“Of course, I would never take something for nothing! You’re really pulling me out of a bind. Thank you!”
She nodded and gave me a look I will never forget; something that resembled the look someone would get when their favorite dessert was on the menu.
“Come on, let’s go get a drink before the flight!” Hanna nudged.
“I thought it was best to approach today with a clear mind?” I questioned.
“That was before our flight arrived early. Now we have time to burn and there is no better way to spend it than at the lounge.”
Hanna grabbed me by the hand and headed toward the executive member’s lounge. As we made our way to the entrance, I realized I could very well end up failing the next chore if I wasn’t careful.
Chore #4: Traveling alone can present many temptations. Window shopping is always welcome but nothing further…this applies to souvenirs and women. Avoid situations and substances that can alter your better judgment. I’ll be very disappointed if I hear I paid your way for you to lose focus on us.
“Correct me if I’m wrong but don’t you need a membership to get in there?” I asked.
“Not today grasshopper; you’re going to be my plus one.”
As much as I wanted to say no, I had a feeling no wasn’t going to get me out of this one. Hanna led me to the lounge up to the bar.
“So, what will it be ladies?” The bartender asked.
“Dirty martini for me please,” replied Hanna.
“Just water for me” I said hesitantly.
“Water isn’t on the menu for you sweetie. I know you know what you want, so just order it!” she said firmly.
“Ok fine, a gin and sprite.”
“The panty dropper. I had you pegged for something fruitier.”
“I guess I’m full of surprises,” I said as I winked at her playfully.
“You have no idea!” Hanna replied with a chuckle.
As the first sip of gin touched my lips and her hand grazed my thigh, I knew today was going to test every ounce of will power I owned. As her cold fingers traced figure eights across my inner thigh I found myself torn. Hanna’s movements were absolute torture and I could feel myself getting wet. I wanted her so bad! But I also knew if I caved and Joanne found out I would be judged. A catch-22 situation with no easy answer. But deep down I knew I had to be strong and resist the urge that was growing deep inside me.
I slid my stool away from the bar and got up.
“Hey! Where are you going? Things were just getting interesting!” winked Hanna.
“I need to use the ladies,” I replied.
“Oh okay. Well don’t take too long…” she teased.
Truth be known I didn’t really have to pee but I needed to collect myself and get back on track. I walked away from the bar toward the illuminated ‘Guys and Gals’ signs at the far end of the lounge. The stalls were barely bigger than the restroom on a plane but at least it was clean. “They are really just preparing travellers for the plane bathroom experience; don’t drink too much because next time the stall is half the size,” I chuckled to myself. Just then I heard the door.
“Are you about done yet?” Hanna chirped.
“One sec,” I replied.
I opened the stall door to see Hanna standing there. She pushed me back against the wall in the tiny stall and followed, locking the door behind her. I knew I was in trouble. She pinned my hands and slowly closed the distance between us. Her face was inches away from mine as she moved in and gently placed her lips on mine. Her lips were soft and welcoming and left me wanting more. She teased me with her tongue before deepening the kiss. I wanted this, I wanted her, but this couldn’t happen! I pulled away abruptly to her obvious dismay.
“O come on! I know you want me” she pouted.
“I’m sorry Hanna I can’t!” I replied.
“You must really really like this woman.”
“More than words could ever describe,” I proclaimed.
“Alright well, if that’s how you feel, we are two friends having drinks and I might just grab your number when we land, just in case,” she added with another wink. “But in the meantime, I do think you need my help to relax, or the flight is going to be almost unbearable for you. Take it from me; flying while aroused gets you into trouble.”
“Who said I was aroused!” I snapped back.
She just looked at me and shook her head. “Honey, your face is flushed and you’re so jumpy. If you’re not the poster girl for someone who needs a good fuck, I don’t know who is.”
As much as I didn’t want to admit it, she was right. I was struggling with my emotions and urges. I had waited so long to meet Joanne and I didn’t want to do anything stupid to mess things up before I even landed in Newark. Although, in the same (mental) breath I was sooo horny after Hanna’s performance at the bar. The next leg of the flight would be nearly unbearable if I didn’t get some relief.
Hanna moved in close and whispered “I know what we can do to help you with your problem and avoid drama down the line. Do you trust me?”
“Let’s hear it,” I replied.
“The body has many erogenous zones that can create pleasurable responses, Stacey. I can help you get off that cliff of pleasure without violating you,” Hanna explained. “Want me to show you?”
I looked at her inquisitively. “Sounds like you have some anatomy classes under your belt. At this point I’m willing to try anything to get back down on planet earth for the next flight.”
Hanna slowly caressed my cheek, and what happened next was something I had never thought possible. She moved her body next to mine and gently moved my arms behind my back; her hands stopping at my wrists and slowly rubbing them. My body was responding, slowly. She then moved both hands to my ears and slowly massaged my ear lobes. I felt a sensation building inside me, but it wasn’t one of sexual nature; it just felt good. Finally, she moved those magical hands to my head and began massaging my scalp. Almost instantly I felt a calm wash over me.
I grabbed her hands and gave them a squeeze. “I don’t know how you did that but thank you!”
She just smiled and said “How about your number? That seems like a fair trade.”
I entered my information into her phone and she left me alone in that stall without another word.
“So that’s it?” I shouted as she neared the exit.
“Well, I got what I wanted and you got what you needed. Now you owe me two favors. Unless you’re not satisfied?” she teased.
Before I could muster up a comeback, I heard the door close and she was gone. As I exited the restroom, I looked around, half expecting to see Hanna sipping on what was left of my drink at the bar, but to my surprise the lounge was deserted. “She sure ditched me quick,” I thought to myself.
Then came the announcement on the intercom “Flight 4115 to Newark paging passenger Stacey Simpson, final boarding call.”
“Oh no!” I thought to myself. I lost focus on some cute blonde and now I’m going to miss my flight. I ran as fast as I could back to the gate, catching a glimpse of the last handful of zone 3 passengers having their documents checked. “Thank goodness for morning workouts,” I thought to myself as I sprinted to what was left of the lineup.
“Cutting it close today aren’t we, Miss?” chuckled the gate attendant.
“If you only knew!” I replied, trying to get my breathing back under control.
“That cardio paid off today but let’s try and be early next time. I’d hate to see a pretty thing like you miss a flight,” she said with a smirk.
“You and me both” I said sincerely.
I made my way down the gangway to the plane and found seat 5A. Just as I was lifting my carry on into the overhead bin, I felt a hand graze my lower back.
“Let me help you with that Miss” she said as she moved in right behind me and pushed my bag into the bin. I turned around to see Hanna in all her glory. She gave me a smile and ushered me into my seat.
“I was worried you wouldn’t make it in time. Good thing you can run! The flight just wouldn’t be the same without you,” she gave me a wink and walked away.
“Talk about hot and cold!” I thought to myself. I tried to tell myself it was just all a coincidence how flirtatious and alluring this flight attendant was but deep down it felt arranged. Like some sort of pre-arrival test. The plane took off on-time and the flight was a speedy one hour and thirty minutes long. Barely enough time to watch a movie but more than long enough to be catching all sorts of body language off of Hanna every time she made her way down the aisle. I won’t lie, it was hell behaving on the plane.
As the torture continued, finally the silver lining announcement came on the intercom. “This is your Captain speaking, we will begin our descent into Newark in roughly ten minutes.”
Pre-landing protocols came into effect, and the flight attendants began making their way down the aisle collecting garbage, making sure seats were up and seat belts were fastened. Hanna started at the back of business class and worked her way toward the front of the plane. I ‘may have’ pretended to be sleeping with my seat reclined and seat belt off just to get a rise out of her. What I got was much more than I expected. Rather than asking me to bring my seat up and put my seat belt on I found myself with Hanna leaning over me to adjust the seat herself.
“All you had to do was ask and I would have done that” I said.
“Oh no Miss, business class is all about the customer. I don’t mind giving you a hand,” she smiled.
As she reached to fasten my seat belt, I felt her hands wander along my thighs and dangerously close to my pussy. She was testing me and I was failing. I knew she knew she was winning and, to top it off when the seat belt clicked, she was sure to give the slack on the belt a nice tight tug.
“There, you’re good to go!” she winked as she casually made her way to the front of the plane.
I sat there mesmerized. No words could describe what had just happened.
As we landed in Newark and were waiting to pull up to our gate, I switched my phone off of airplane mode. I was expecting to have a text from Joanne but alas, no new notifications at all. “I hope she didn’t forget!” I thought to myself. The plane pulled up to the gate and passengers began grabbing their belongings and exiting. Finally, after a few minutes it was my turn. I lifted my bag out of the overhead bin and headed to the front of the plane. As I made my way by the flight attendants and pilots I was pulled off to the side by Hanna.
“I just wanted to wish you luck with your lady. I’ll be in touch,” she said mysteriously.
As I turned to exit the plane, I felt her eyes on me. I didn’t know what she meant by she’d be ‘in touch’ but right now I had bigger things to worry about. Just as I was walking into the terminal my phone beeped. It was a message from Joanne.
“I hope you’re not too tired because you’ve got an exciting day ahead.”
Spending so much time in and out of airports was exhausting. But nothing was more exhausting than the time we had spent waiting for this to finally happen.
“I’m so ready for this!” I replied to the text.
As I entered the arrivals area of the airport, I looked for what I was hoping I would see; some hopelessly romantic gesture with Joanne and a bouquet of roses. Even an overjoyed Joanne running at me for our first hug would have sufficed. But there was nothing. I looked around feeling cat-fished; till I saw the sign with my name on it. I walked over to the woman holding the sign and she smiled at me like the Cheshire cat.
“Joanne?” I asked.
“Welcome to Newark, Stacey. I’m Kat, a friend of Joanne’s. She will be joining you shortly but for now, you get me.” She smirked.
“Oh? She told me she’d be here. Why the change in plans?” I asked.
Kat handed me a sleep mask. “As I said, Stacey, she will be joining you, but for now I need you to put this on and follow me.”
I gave her a questioning look but thought to myself, “Knowing Joanne if I don’t play this out step by step, she might bail on me.”
I put the sleep mask on, hesitantly letting my world fade away into darkness, allowing Kat to lead me to the arrivals pickup. I heard a door open and I was ushered inside. It felt much too big to be a taxi or an Uber but I couldn’t quite determine what I had been put into.
“Stacey, I need you to trust me again. I’ve put some headphones in your lap; can you please put them on?” Kat asked politely.
“I won’t lie, Kat, these are the strangest requests I’ve ever had asked of me. But we’ve made it this far, why stop now?”
I placed the headphones over my ears, soon to realize they were noise cancelling. Despite the uncertainty of the situation at hand it was almost peaceful, just sitting in completely dark silence. Kat had slid in beside me on the driver’s side of our transportation but I suddenly felt a presence off to my right. I couldn’t take my mask or headphones off for fear of displeasing Joanne, if it in fact was her. So, I played along.
It was quiet and still till I felt hands on me. I was being teased. They say losing senses heightens the remaining ones and oh man were they right! My experience with intimacy with women was very limited, but this was beyond anything I
imagined. I was tingling in places I didn’t know were possible. In the midst of my body reacting, I was praying it was Joanne who owned those hands because if not I was in some serious trouble. Just as I was letting my insecurity about the situation get to my head, I felt a hand move one side of the head phone away from my ear and a warm breath next to it.
“Don’t talk; just listen. I know you thought I stood you up at the airport. Did you really think I would have left you there after all this time looking like some lost puppy? I guess I owe you one now, don’t I?” Joanne chuckled as she put the headphone back over my ear.
I just sat there is awe of what was happening; thinking, Joanne must be pretty proud of herself. She’d seen the many emotions of me within one hour and I had yet to even see what she looked like. All I knew is that she had soft caring hands that knew exactly what they were doing. I felt so exposed and so aroused all at the same time. What started out as stroking my inner thighs had moved north to having my Toronto Blue Jays t-shirt pulled up where the underwire on my bra would sit. The difference now was, as instructed, I wasn’t wearing a bra. Though I’m sure the view was appreciated; I made the decision to have my nipples pierced a few years back and I was proud of them. They definitely looked the part when I was aroused.
The headphone was lifted off my ear once again. “You had a way of hiding how you felt behind your screen before. Now there’s no hiding, and those nipples won’t give you a very good alibi. Let’s see how far we get before you’re begging me.” Joanne whispered.
She placed the headphone gently back over my ear and her hands immediately went back on my body. Gently scratching along my torso but never going under my shirt. “I guess she didn’t want Kat to see everything,” I thought to myself. I could feel myself getting wet and was just praying I could keep my composure. I was confident I could until I felt her undo the button on my shorts. Her hand slid gently down along my pussy till she found my clit. She slowly used two fingers to massage with the lightest pressure. It felt like the setting on my vibrator that is almost enough but not enough. I found myself grinding my hips into her hand, hoping she would take the hint that I wanted more.
The headphone came off my ear once again.
“Mmmm someone’s getting wet. Patience. You’ll get to have your moment but, on my time, not your time. Don’t you dare cum till I say so.”
Suddenly I felt the car stop.
“We’re here!” Kat said excitedly.
“I’ll have to tip the driver, he made way better time than I thought!” Joanne giggled.
I had no idea where we were. All I knew was that the cliff of pleasure I found myself on was getting higher and higher with no sign of relief coming anytime soon.
