Sex on the airplane
Saturday, December 6th, 2008Sex on the airplane
As an owner of an import company in Japan, I use to travel abroad a lot for business. I do enjoy meeting a nice lady and having an affair when it is possible, but I never had the luck or the opportunity to meet someone while I ran my business. Well things were about to change, as I was ready to board a flight from Osaka, Japan to Bangkok, Thailand.
I checked in at the airline check in counter, walked through immigration, and proceeded to the gate area. As always, there were many people waiting to board the plane. Japanese just love visiting Thailand, because it is cheap and close to Japan. I had to scout around a bit before I found an empty seat. I was in luck. There was an empty seat next to this beautiful young Japanese lady. I set next to her and tried to start a conversation with her.
It was very easy. All I did was to complain to her that they always make us wait a long time before boarding a plane. She warmly agreed with me. The ice was broken and we chatted about our work. I told her that I fly a lot for business importing fashion jewelry and clothes. She said that she worked as a model in a fashion industry. She sure looked the part, so I was not surprised to hear it. We talked for about an hour until it was announced that the plane was beginning to board.
We passed through the boarding gate and boarded the plane. I was beginning to feel sad because I thought we were going to be sitting apart and we would not be able to get to know each other. I went to my seat and she set at her seat. I perused through an in-flight magazine to keep my mind occupied. After the plane took off, I got up to see where my new friend was sitting. As I came close to her I realized no one was sitting next to her. I came over and asked her if I can sit next to her. She agreed.
I set next to her. It was two seats two a window aisle, so we were alone. We started talking and joking about all kind of stuff. We really enjoyed our conversation. I knew how to speak in Japanese, but my friend spoke English well. We sort of went from English to Japanese and back to English again. She had such a pretty smile and beautiful round eyes. I just wanted to kiss her, but I knew if I try to do it she may not like it and get upset. The food cart came by and we got our food. We also ordered some red wine, which was really good.
I think I had a couple of small bottles, so I felt really nice. The wine helped me loosen up and I put my hand on her thigh. She covered herself with a blanket, but my hand was still on her thigh. I slowly moved my hand on her stomach to which she did not object. I proceeded to be bold and opened her jeans button. There was no protest from her. I think she knew what I was planning to do. I put my hand inside her pants caressing her soft lower part of her stomach. I was trembling as I was doing it. I slipped my hand inside her panties and moved it over her pubic hair. I was in ecstasy. Finally I found her magic spot – the little button – the clitoris. She was beginning to moan slightly. I moved my finger inside her warm vagina.
We were both in heaven, flying 6,000 feet up in the air. Unfortunately the passion had to end, because they announced the plane was going to be landing soon. They also said the plane was 2 hours late. I was happy with that because I remembered that my friend was suppose to transit in Bangkok to fly to Barcelona. Being that she missed her plane she would have to spend a night in Bangkok. My friend excused herself and went to the bathroom. I wonder if that was a sign for me to follow her? But I did not, thinking I will be making love to her soon in a hotel.
After a half an hour or so we landed in Bangkok airport. We walked off the airplane and proceeded to the gate. All of the sudden my heart dropped, as I saw a ground crew lady standing there with a sing telling people for Barcelona to follow her to the departure gate. I thought my friend would spend a night in Bangkok with me, but she was going to fly to Barcelona soon, today. They held up the plane for connecting passengers, and the flight was to depart in 30 minutes.
My friend and I both looked sad. We started kissing and hugging each other for the next 5 minutes, not wanting to say goodbye. In the back of my mind, I was thinking to fly with here to Barcelona, but I did not. We exchanged email addressees and said our final goodbyes.
Later on, I tried emailing my friend, but never got a response from her. Still today I wonder what would have happened if I flew with her to Barcelona? Maybe it was love that was not meant to happen.
