We have idle conversation for the next hour. We talk about music, movies we like, places we’ve been to and so on.
I say; “So what about yourself? Left the husband at home?”
“I like the fact that you ask about a husband instead of a boyfriend. I don’t have either by the way. To hard to keep a relationship in this business.”
“Because of the traveling?”
“There’s that and they tend to get over protective. It’s like, I know I’m beautiful and all but you don’t need to be on me like that.”
“You think very highly of yourself.”
“Got to. If not me then who? Besides, can you honestly tell me otherwise?”
I stare at her for a moment. Let my mind wonder far away from where we are. I imagine her body under her sweats, think of her curves, her firm ass in my hands, her nipples in my mouth. Unconsciously I lick my lips.
She smiles at me and says, “I think I got my answer.”
I catch myself and smile back.
“So why Rio?” she asks.
“Why not?”
“Just that there are plenty of other places for you to go, being single and all?”
“Well, I travel a lot due to work and it’s always been a place of interest for me. So, here I am.”
“What do you do?”
“Business consultant. I pretty much fly all over the world for the company I work for and fix whatever problem might be going on.”
“Sounds exciting.”
“Sometimes.”
“So you’ve seen a lot of sights?”
“When I can. Most times I’m in their offices.”

The stewardess comes by selling headsets for the in-flight movie. I buy two. She tells me it’s cool and reaches for her pocket, but I tell her don’t worry about it.
The movie begins. It’s “The Note Book”.
“Shit!” she says.
“What’s wrong? Don’t like the movie?”
“It’s not that. Just…I’ve never been alone watching this movie. Always had a special someone to share it with.”
“Well, technically your not alone.” I say.
She chuckles. “You know what I mean.”
“Yah, I do. How about this? You’re single and so am I. So, for the rest of the flight we can pretend to be together?”
For a moment I feel like maybe I’d blown it. I have this beautiful woman sitting next to me and I had spouted of the first clever thing that had come to mind. She looks me up and down. I feel as if I’m being x-rayed by her. I begin to doubt myself even further when she suddenly replies, with a smile; “I would like that.”
We cuddle up close to each other and watch the movie. An hour into the film I look out the window and see the night sky. Many people around us had opted out for the movies and had fallen asleep. Her hand moved to my leg and she began massaging me with a lovers touch. A wanting desire pounds at my chest and my heart and mind skip a beat. I look down at her and find that she is looking at me. Out eye contact is electric. So much is said without words. Our lips meet. I’m not on this plane anymore. I’m far beyond the clouds. This is what heaven feels like.
That is the only word I can use to describe the place where I have gone. I am alive, yet I’m being taken to see my maker. I am being baptized in her lips and born again a new man. Her hand tightens on my leg as our kiss intensifies. He tongue enters my mouth. I respond with my own. Trace the lining of her lips. She bits my lower lip. I pull her face close to me. She shutters. Her hands move up my let. I suck her tongue. She finds my manhood. Every part of my body is awake. She rubs her fingers over my pants front. I feel her inch up to my waist. She is at my belt and unfastening my buckle.
I move back. She looks at me worried.
“Is something wrong. Did I…”
“No! I just…I need to use the bathroom.
I can tell that she doesn’t believe me, but she lets me leave. I move quickly down the aisles and find the washroom unoccupied. I enter, close the door behind me and lock it and breath out.
Warm water from the tap trickles though my fingers. I cup some and splash it on my face. I look at my reflection and am angry with myself. What was I thinking?