14 October 2012
Not knowing how to react he just averted his eyes and humphed back into his seat. She could imagine him twitching his curtains of his semi detached in estatesville, with his family saloon polished within an inch of its life parked in the drive.
Mr Sex's fingers gently slid out of her. His hand momentarily cupped her before it retraced its self back down her thighs where it remained. She looked at him, he was casually sipping his gin and tonic with the other hand. The ice clinking on the plastic cup.
Before speaking she savoured the moment a little longer. The memory of his hand still echoed in her body, a welcome intense heat.
"Do you make a habit of seducing women on aeroplanes?"
He gave her a sideways glance and smirked, taking another sip of his drink and removing his hand from her thigh.
"No I don't." His warm chestnut voice said. "But maybe I should ask you, .... If you come here often?" He raised his eyebrows at her.
They both smiled a knowing smile.
"Slancha." she said and they toasted their glasses together.
The steward returned up the aisle with her dainty plastic gloves collecting the discarded glasses and cans. When she got to Mr Sex she took just that little extra care with him.
"Oh, thank you very much." He politely said.
WE WILL SHORTLY BE COMMENCING OUR DECENT IN TO LONDON HEATHROW. PLEASE COULD YOU ENSURE ALL HAND LUGGAGE IS SECURE, YOUR SEAT IS IN THE UPRIGHT POSITION AND YOUR TRAYS STOWED AWAY. THANK YOU.
Mr Sex put folded the paper and put the tray back securely to the seat in front. He leaned over and whispered in her ear "Happy Anniversary, darling."
Flight EC12309 The Landing • Opuss № I