‘We might as well talk before take-off,’ said the tall lady as she sat in the seat to me. She was about 30, with rearing red hair like a wild horse’s mane and well-dressed as if ready for clubbing. She wore no make-up. She didn’t need it. She looked stunning. ‘What do you do?’ she asked, looking me up and down.
There are so many things I do, what answer shall I give? ‘I’m a therapist,’ I said.
‘Perfect,’ she said. ‘I’m a psychologist. That’s perfect.’
The way she said that, something’s up. I wonder what she’d say if I said I was a writer?’ ‘I’m a writer too,’ I said.
She laughed. ‘That’s perfect too! I write as well!’ Hmm... More questions came about my name, age, where I live, where I’m going, and why. Each of my answers was ‘perfect’.
As the plane took off she wriggled happily in her seat. Or was it sexily? Her legs parted slightly, then closed, and rubbed up and down against each other. And again. And again.
That’s not co-incidence, she’s doing it too many times. It’s sexual body language. I wonder if it’s conscious or unconscious.
I soon found out. During dinner, she took lids off my food, and stirred my coffee. It was a night flight, so after dinner, lights dimmed. ‘Would you like to share the blankets?’ she asked with an inviting smile. ‘It can be cold on these flights.’
Why not? I thought. Her head rested on my shoulder, and we fell asleep.
I woke with a start, to a strange experience. She was touching my lips. With hers! ‘It’s OK,’ she whispered. ‘Relax. Everyone’s asleep. Would you like to join the half-mile high club?’
I was still half asleep, in strange surroundings, with a strange lady whispering in my ear. ‘Huh?’ was all I managed.
‘Would you like to join the half-mile high club?’ she repeated.
I must be dreaming. ‘What’s the half-mile high club?’ I asked.
She beamed happily. ‘You’ve heard of the one-mile high club where couples make love in the sky?’ I nodded. ‘Well, I don’t want full sex, but I’d love to go half-way.’
I must be dreaming. I slept.
Cabin lights came on 2 hours before we landed. She was sitting there, still looking sexy, and laughing as I rubbed sleep from my eyes. ‘That was fun last night wasn’t it!’
I stared blankly. I didn’t remember any fun.
‘The way you woke up with a start when we first kissed.’ She laughed again, sexily. ‘The rest was fun too!’
She must be teasing... ‘I don’t remember,’ I said.
I only remember her asking about the half-mile high club, and the shock of the ‘first’ kiss... Oh, and I remember her stirring my coffee...
There are so many things I do, what answer shall I give? ‘I’m a therapist,’ I said.
‘Perfect,’ she said. ‘I’m a psychologist. That’s perfect.’
The way she said that, something’s up. I wonder what she’d say if I said I was a writer?’ ‘I’m a writer too,’ I said.
She laughed. ‘That’s perfect too! I write as well!’ Hmm... More questions came about my name, age, where I live, where I’m going, and why. Each of my answers was ‘perfect’.
As the plane took off she wriggled happily in her seat. Or was it sexily? Her legs parted slightly, then closed, and rubbed up and down against each other. And again. And again.
That’s not co-incidence, she’s doing it too many times. It’s sexual body language. I wonder if it’s conscious or unconscious.
I soon found out. During dinner, she took lids off my food, and stirred my coffee. It was a night flight, so after dinner, lights dimmed. ‘Would you like to share the blankets?’ she asked with an inviting smile. ‘It can be cold on these flights.’
Why not? I thought. Her head rested on my shoulder, and we fell asleep.
I woke with a start, to a strange experience. She was touching my lips. With hers! ‘It’s OK,’ she whispered. ‘Relax. Everyone’s asleep. Would you like to join the half-mile high club?’
I was still half asleep, in strange surroundings, with a strange lady whispering in my ear. ‘Huh?’ was all I managed.
‘Would you like to join the half-mile high club?’ she repeated.
I must be dreaming. ‘What’s the half-mile high club?’ I asked.
She beamed happily. ‘You’ve heard of the one-mile high club where couples make love in the sky?’ I nodded. ‘Well, I don’t want full sex, but I’d love to go half-way.’
I must be dreaming. I slept.
Cabin lights came on 2 hours before we landed. She was sitting there, still looking sexy, and laughing as I rubbed sleep from my eyes. ‘That was fun last night wasn’t it!’
I stared blankly. I didn’t remember any fun.
‘The way you woke up with a start when we first kissed.’ She laughed again, sexily. ‘The rest was fun too!’
She must be teasing... ‘I don’t remember,’ I said.
I only remember her asking about the half-mile high club, and the shock of the ‘first’ kiss... Oh, and I remember her stirring my coffee...
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