"Where you headed?" Mr. Floppy hair asks. He's been going on and on since 30 minutes. "London. I study at the London university." I say. "Which year are you in?" Um. Excuse me! Am I asking for your daughter's hand in marriage? Why do you have to know everything about me? "Fourth." I say and add "I study journalism."
It's 5:30 in the evening and if the boarding doesn't start now, I swear they'll have to put me in airport jail-if they have one.
And to top that there's an old lady, 45-50 maybe, staring at me since the moment she sat across me. Whenever I look at her she licks her lips weirdly and winks at me. And coincidentally, unfortunately to top off my bad day my headphones aren't working. And Mr. Floppy hair here can't keep his mouth shut. So unfortunately I have no other choice but to make pleasant conversations with him.
"Attention passengers. We'll start boarding in 10 minutes." The speakers blare. Great! 10 minutes more to my boarding horror.
I wait to board at last because I don't like the rush to hoard bags in the overhead lockers. I stand to join the boarding line thinking what else can possibly happen to add to my bad day?
I had to ask that, didn’t I? A girl with her luggage rushes in front of me stepping on my toes with those heels she's wearing. I bend down from the pain and her bag kisses my face with a metal hook. Ouch woman! She almost ruined the alignment of my face. But I don't say anything. I wanted to stay behind anyways.
"He was in front of you young lady." I turn around to see the old woman standing right behind me. Personal space lady. Personal space! "It's alright. I don't mind." I say so she won't feel bad. "Oh no sweetheart. I'll get you to your right place." She said with a wicked grin. If I had my doubts earlier, they're all clear now. She's a cougar. Maybe a femdom too.
She steps beside me and takes a hold on my left hand and I try not to cringe. She taps the girl's shoulder. "This young thing was in front of you girl." The lady D says when the girl turns around. She's pretty. "Oh of course. I'm so terribly sorry." The girl says, clearly trying to hide her laughter. She steps behind us.
I try to shake my hand out. But she's got a death trap on me. "So sweetheart what's your sitting position?" Lady D asks me. She has to stop with the double meaning sentences. "W-What's yours?" I ask. I'm scared of her. Why? She's just an old lady! It's the way she looks at me. Like she wants to cook and eat me. "24A sweetheart." She says. "What's yours?" In no hell am I going to sit beside her. It's 15 freaking hours. "28A" I lie. Obviously! "Oh good. So near. It'd be difficult if we were in different compartments." She says.
I could still listen to the girl behind trying not to laugh. What's her problem?
Lady D finally lets my hand go for boarding. "Um. I forgot my...um...m-my...a thing." I say "I'll just go get it. You go ahead." "Okay sweetheart." She just stood there. So I actually had to go away.
After 5 good minutes the lady D was gone. Phew! I saw the pretty assed girl go inside the tunnel too.
"Sir did you find your...thing yet?" The pretty blonde attendant asked. "Um...yes." I said and boarded the plane.
I actually ran past the brunette flight attendant because the compartment for seats from 20 was right there. And I feared the lady D would be waiting for me.
I boarded as fast as possible because I couldn't help myself. That lady probably would eat that pretty boy in no time.
He was pretty handsome. Proportioned body, wearing ragged black jeans and a simple white t-shirt. And boy sandals. Very comfy. Just like me. With trimmed beard and silky dirty blonde long hair, combed back to perfection. Hmmm...It's a sexy look.
Poor boy! I wanted to help him but I was enjoying it so much I couldn't do anything.
I come across that my seat was not a window seat. Darn it. I always sit at window seats. Helps me sleep better. Guess I have to ask 11A to exchange. I can't stay awake for 15 hours. And if I sleep here then I'd be all over 11A, which is annoying and not comfortable.
I was hurling my luggage in the overhead storage when my purse slipped and fell under the seat in front. I bent down to get the purse.
"Just reach it already darn it." I cursed myself.
I reach my seat to see a pretty ass staring at me, swinging a little. It was just like that girls ass. Who couldn't stop laughing. Man she annoyed me!
I put my laptop bag in the overhead locker and stood there. It was 5 minutes and I couldn't stand anymore. "May I help miss?" I asked. She wiggles her hips and stood up.
She's even wearing same clothes as the annoying girl. Wait a minute.
She turned and "Oh. Um. Sure I-I can't...um.. reach my purse." She said looking down to the isle. It sounded like she was trying not to laugh.
"What's your problem?" I asked. "Why would you think I have a problem?" She says smiling. "Then why the hell are you laughing so much? As far as I know I don't look like Donald Trump in a banana suit." I say annoyed. "No you don't." Is all she said. What?
"Then why are you laughing at me?" I ask again because she's still stifling her laugh.
Because of what was happening back there between you and your mistress. I wanted to shout at him. But I didn't.
"Why do you think everything's about you? I just remembered something funny." I snap at him looking down to find my purse.
He bent down on his knees and searched for my purse. Darn! He had one tight ass. And those jeans hung on his waist like calling every girl and guy to appreciate it. And his waist to shoulders ratio was just perfect. Obviously he worked out.
I was starting at it when he stood up. "Here." I flushed thinking if he noticed I was gawking at his ass. "Thank you." I said.
I put it on my seat and pulled up my luggage bag. I tried adjusting it. But it didn't fit. I tried again. "Who's the fool that doesn't know how to put their bag properly?" I said to myself. "Mine actually." I heard the pretty ass say. Did I say that out loud? Jessica you need to control your tongue.
"Well obviously you don't know how to put your luggage. Or you have no sense whatsoever of space needed for your bags." What in the hell am I saying? I don't know why I am so uncomfortable.
He gently pulls me away and adjusts my bag without even moving his bag. What was I doing wrong? I adjusted the same way!
"Well thank you." I say forced to show my gratitude. "You're welcome." He says with the same forced acceptance.
And before I know, he's under me. What the- "ouch"
I was about to move when a kid rushed by running around and knocked me off my balance and I was falling on the pretty ass. Thank god the hand-rest wasn't in between. Or I'd definitely break his backbones.
He fell on both of our seats and me on top of him. And I'm sure to people who didn't know what happened, would think we're a couple already making out on our seats.
And to make it look more real, our lips touched as he moved to get up and I moved my hands from the seat and lost my balance again.
"God we're not even in the air yet!" I heard someone say from behind.
We stood up fast, straightening our clothes. I was blood red and I couldn't even look at him. Why? I was a pretty lady. Why am I acting like a hormonal teenager around him?
Oh god her lips were so soft. So fragile, so pure. I couldn't think of anything else. I just stared at her lips while we stood there embarrassed. She didn't look at me. She kept straightening her clothes again and again.
"Attention Passengers, Please take your seats and put on your seat belts." The air hostess announced and bought me back to reality.
I went to the window and kept looking outside. I felt her sit on her seat and buckle her seat belt. Gosh! Why am I acting like a 16 year old who's jerked off for the first time? What happened to your easy going attitude?
"Attention I am your captain speaking. Welcome to the Singapore airlines. We'll take off in 5." The intercom boomed and the air hostess started giving instructions.
Well that was awkward. Now how am I going to ask him to switch places if I can't even look at him? And to think it's for 15 hours. Darn it.
There I was thinking I would have a good companion for the trip to talk to. It's that lady's fault. Definitely.
The plane starts on the runway. It's about to take off when I feel my right hand being squeezed to death. I look at him. His eyes are shut tight. And he's holding on to the seat in front with his right hand while his left one tried to kill my right one.
He's afraid of heights. So I let him hold my hand. It's not like I had a choice. I couldn't even move a finger. His grip was very strong. The veins popping out on his hands. God it looked sexy. I'd like those hands on me.
Once in the air I tap his shoulders still not looking at him.
I look up at her. She's still not meeting my eyes. Why is she so embarrassed? My mind won't stop asking questions.
"You can let go now. We're airborne." She said and tried to loosen my grip. I look down and see her hand turned white. I let go. She instantly takes it on her lap and starts to rub it.
I feel guilty for doing that. But it was involuntarily. I can't help my phobia.
"I'm sorry." I say not able to look at her. "It's alright." She says. Still rubbing. "Let me. Please." I request. "No I'm fine. It's all okay. It's just a little numbness." She says looking down.
I take her hand lightly. She jerks a little.
"It's okay. Let me." He said. His hands soft on mine. He rubs my right hand with both of his so softly not to make me uncomfortable.
It's so soothing. I rest my head back and close my eyes. He massages my hand for 10-15 minutes and let goes.
"Thank you. That was amazing." I say and try to look at him. But he's already looking out of the window. "You're welcome."
It's 6 PM. They'll serve dinner soon. Well I don't have anything to look forward to so I decide to take a nap.
It's been 15 minutes since she's fallen asleep. She keeps moving. Obviously uncomfortable.
After a while she moves and rests her head on my shoulder. I look at her. So pretty. There's a wild strand of hair loose on her eyes. I move it out of the way so it won't irritate her. Her skin my god. So soft. Just like her lips. I haven't been able to think anything but her lips. Oh god I want to taste them properly.
But I refrain. I'm not that kinda person. Not in the beginning anyways. If she knew what I wanted to do to her she’d run for the hills.