A Special Holiday Treat
Date: 15.09.2007Keywords: A, Holiday, Special, Treat,
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I sat in my cramped seat watching the other passengers come on board, struggling with their carry-on luggage, crawling slowly down the aisle, one after the other. Despite the late night departure time, this was going to be a full flight, like all flights during the holiday period. It's usually interesting to try to guess which of the boarding passengers will be sitting next to you on the flight. I scanned each face intently, looking for signs that would indicate whether the person would be my neighbor on the long trip. I waited and watched. Eventually the tail end of the passenger queue could be seen. The pilot's voice came over the intercom, welcoming us to the flight and informing us that we'd be departing in about 5 minutes. No one claimed the seat, so far. "Would this be my lucky day?" My eyes eagerly darted from face to face. "One of these people has to be the one." But, they all passed by, taking seats elsewhere.
A stewardess' voice came on the loud speaker a minute later, informing us that we would be leaving shortly and asking us to make sure our seat belts were fastened and our carry on luggage was securely stowed away. I looked down toward the floor and confirmed that my bag was snug in its temporary home beneath the seat in the next row, and then began browsing through the selection of magazines in the pouch. Just as I pulled out one of the magazines, I heard a woman's voice close by.
"Excuse me, sir. I need to get to my seat?"
Surprised, I immediately looked up to find a nervous young woman, somewhat out of breath, standing in the aisle, staring down at me.
I quickly unfastened my seat belt and got up, standing back as far as I could. She rushed by, brushing my thighs ever-so lightly with her butt, and then fell into her seat. She hastily stuffed her coat underneath the seat in the next row and fastened her seat belt. Once settled, she threw her head back, letting it fall on the head rest, closed her eyes and let out a deep breath. "Whew! I didn't think I was going to make it!" She then glanced toward me, combed her long, straight, dark-brown hair off her face with her fingers, and smiled.
"What happened?" I asked.
"My last flight was really late. They had to call ahead asking to have this one held for me." She was still out of breath.
"Well, glad you could make it. It's going to be a long flight," I sighed.
"That's OK, I'm planning to sleep through it."
"I hope I can fall asleep too. Even though I've flown many times, I'm still fairly on edge and it's hard to relax enough. By the way, my name's Arnold."
"And I'm Lisa."
"That's interesting, I once fell in love with someone who had a very similar name."
"Oh really?" she replied, affecting a tone of indifference, as she shuffled through the magazines in the seat pouch before her. "Did she look anything like me?"
"No, not at all," I chuckled.
I could hear the cabin door shut and the circulating fans increase in volume. As our plane taxied toward the runway, the head stewardess made the usual spiel about emergency exits, floatation devices and air masks. Moments later, we were airborne, heading east, more than five hours away from our destination.
I glanced toward Lisa and saw her staring out the window at the city lights rapidly becoming fainter below. It suddenly occurred to me that I had seen her somewhere before. I haven't a clue where or when. She wasn't someone I'd ever worked with. She was way too young to have gone to college with me. Moreover, I was in California for only a couple days on this business trip, and definitely didn't meet her earlier on my trip."
She suddenly turned around and stared in my direction, smiling. She must have seen my reflection in the window. "What are you thinking?" she asked.
I was taken by surprise. "Uhh. . . . I'm trying to figure out where I know you from."
She quickly dismissed the notion. "I must look like someone else you know, because I don't think we've ever met."
"You're right, but who?"
She shrugged her shoulders, returned to her magazine and began thumbing through it quickly, leaving me to struggle with the dilemma. I was pleased to have a good-looking woman sitting next to me for a change, even if she wasn't interested in making conversation. Usually it's another business man, or someone with a screaming infant.
I started reading through my magazine as well, but couldn't concentrate. I was obsessed with finding an answer. Now, I'm not someone who gives much credence to theories of after-life, reincarnation, etc. She had to be someone I met in this life. And then it dawned on me. I started blushing and my face grew warm. "That's it, I saw her on the Internet at an adult website I subscribe to." The woman I was thinking of was one of my favorite erotic models. She looked just like Lisa, except that the model is named Allison. And here she was - or maybe someone who looked just like her.
Lisa was by all accounts a very pretty woman. She was about 5'4" tall, petite, with a fair, ivory complexion and very smooth skin. Her crystalline blue eyes were accentuated by long black lashes. I couldn't see most of her other features because she wore a heavy sweater on top of a long-sleeve jersey. I would have loved to get a glimpse of her legs, but they were hidden beneath a pair of tight-fitting jeans. She did seem to have pretty, well-manicured hands. I briefly entertained a mental image of what pleasure those lovely, thin fingers could bestow on my manhood.
Possibly in her early to mid-twenties, Lisa could have been a college student. Everything seemed to match the characteristics of the model at the website. Even the smile was the same. Being intrigued about this, I kept stealing furtive glances at her in order to confirm my suspicions.
"Do you mind?" she suddenly asked, turning towards me at one of those moments when I was looking at her.
"I'm sorry?" My heart raced.
"Well, you keep looking in this direction. I can see you out of the corner of my eye. It's a bit disturbing. Do you want to switch places so you can look out the window?
"No that's OK. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. There's nothing to see now anyway. I . . . I'm still trying to figure out where I know you from."
She shrugged her shoulders again and went back to her reading material. A couple minutes later she closed the magazine and returned it to the pouch. Apparently she was bored with it. Then, looking up at me again, she asked, "Are you going back home?"
"I live in New England. I was just out here on a short business trip. And you?"
"I live in the Bay area. They routed me through LA because I needed a flight at the last minute and all the direct flights were full."
"Are you going to visit relatives for the holidays?"
"Yes, but my brother is in the hospital. He was in a bad car accident and may not make it. So I want to see him again as soon as possible."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
Trying to suppress a yawn, she noted, "No offense, Arnold, but I'm exhausted and want to get some shut-eye. . . . Could I bother you to get me a couple pillows from the overhead?"
"No problem," I replied, concealing my disappointment with an air of casualness.
Lisa stuffed the pillows in the space between her seat and the window, unfastened her seat belt and curled up, facing the other way, head resting on her hands.
I began to be more and more convinced that this woman was the model named Allison. My heart raced and my member stirred to life at the realization that I was sitting so close to one of my favorites. I can't count the number of times I've brought myself off while looking at her pictures on screen. I returned to my magazine, but found I had no interest in it. After a while, I began to feel drowsy as well. Since it felt chilly in the cabin, I decided to bring down a blanket for myself, in addition to a couple pillows. I wondered whether Lisa was chilly too, curled up tightly in the corner. I decided to pull out another blanket and drape it over her very carefully so as not to awaken or alarm her.
I tried to get comfortable as best I could, resting my head on the pillows that I propped up on the side of my seat next to Lisa's. Gradually, my consciousness faded, as my fantasies about her lulled me to sleep. I don't know how long I was asleep, but I awoke with a raging hardon. My eyes opened to find Lisa turned the other way, facing me, just inches away, head resting as before on her hands, atop her pillows. It was still dark both outside and in our cabin, so obviously we were a long way from our destination. She was still asleep, breathing slowly and regularly. I closed my eyes and tried to get back to sleep again, but couldn't. I was too excited. I could just barely hear her breathing through the roar of the airplane's engines. The fragrance of her warm breath was intoxicating. I inched closer to her face so as to enjoy her breath more fully, slipping my hand beneath my slacks, stroking my stiff, aching shaft. After a short while, I felt that unmistakable warmth and tingling sensation flowing through my genitals that signal an approaching orgasm. I debated whether to let myself go to completion, but decided it was too risky. I closed my eyes once more and rested, enjoying the privileged closeness to one of my favorites.
I couldn't keep my mind off of this lovely lady, and gave free reign to my fantasies, imagining what it would be like to be in a relationship with her, even if only a short-term sexual relationship. I wondered what she was like as a person. I bet she'd probably be hard to get along with. She could be a bit spoiled by her good looks, for she could have almost any man she wanted -- and she probably knew it. Fat chance she'd ever be interested in me. Oh well. It was fun to toy with fantasies. Once more, my mind drifted off and I fell asleep.
Eventually, the sky outside began showing a hint of daylight, and more and more passengers were becoming active, walking about the cabin. I got up and made a quick trip to the restroom.
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Keywords: A, Holiday, Special, Treat,