Flying the Friendly Skies
September 26, 2008
For as long as I can remember, I have always had this effect on people, of both sexes. It is like a sexual magnetism that attracts me to others and to specific situations that most other people probably sense or maybe even recognize, but rarely do anything about (mostly due to a lack of self confidence). I knew this even when I was a young teenager. Even then, though, I understood the power inherent in that capability and sought to control it lest it get out of hand.
As I gained more confidence in myself and began to understand the dynamic that exists between two humans with respect to sexual chemistry and how it plays out, typically and atypically, I began to utilize this power for my own personal enjoyment. I still do, obviously, and am now using it to earn a living. I’ve never been one to be “shy” about expressing myself sexually. That scares some people (and by that I mean those who know nothing about me personally and are afraid of expressions of human sexuality in general, especially female sexuality), but for others it can be an open door into their own sexual exploration.
My GF and I went to Arizona over the Thanksgiving holiday a couple of years ago to visit her mom and step dad. The Wednesday evening flight had an interesting twist to it. Before I tell you about it, keep in mind that my GF and I had had an open relationship since we became an “official” couple in 2005, so long as anyone we played with was female (up until the point where I started sex work, of course). There’s a long story behind this, and maybe I’ll share it one day. But for the time being, you need to know that to understand how this could have unfolded as it did without any issues between us.
Nikki and I flew from home (Fort Lauderdale) to Tucson, AZ, by way of Atlanta that Wednesday evening. We sat in the aisle and middle seats in row 15. An hour or so into the flight, I happened to glance over at the people sitting across from us, and noticed the girl in the middle of the other side looking at a book with a page containing a photo of a topless woman and a heading of “pony play.” I thought, “Damn, that’s weird.” A few minutes later, I glanced back (trying not to be obvious!) and she was on another page that had headings of “Bukkake” and “Feet.” Now my curiosity was piqued. This girl appeared to be about 18 and was looking at something that appeared to be about porn, and she was reading it out in the open with another younger girl next to her on one side, and someone I assumed to be her mother on the other side.
So here I was pretending to read my book and trying to keep my eyes on her book to see if I could figure out what she was looking at. She finally moved it to where I could see the title of it: “The Big Book of Porn.” I was like, WTF? She’s reading this in front of other people on an airplane. *I* wouldn’t have the guts to do that, even if I did know the other people around me. Anyway, I thought, well, let’s play with this a little bit and see where it leads us. So I stared at her for a minute until she saw me looking at her. She saw me and acted like nothing was out of the ordinary! I’m like, this is very…different.
She finally got up to go to the bathroom, so I followed her back. I waited until she came out and she was startled that I was there. I asked her if her book was any good. She just grinned and said it was for a class assignment. I told her I would never have the guts to read it out in front of my mother and sister (my assumption of who the two around her was). She laughed and said the other girl was her younger sister, and she had no clue who the other woman was! So she was reading this book with all of these porno pictures in it right next to this older woman (who, incidentally, never batted an eye as best I can tell). Anyway, we chatted for a minute, and as it turns out she’s reading it for a theater class at the University of Georgia (the book is about porn movies)! So, I tell her that I want to take a look at it when she gets done with it (we’re on a three and a half hour flight) – that I want to see what it says about lesbian porn. She got the most curious look on her face – almost as if she was embarrassed, but not really. One of those “Oh, really?” looks I guess you’d say.
So, when I get back to my seat from the bathroom, she has changed seats to the aisle and hands me the book. I cruise through it for a few minutes and find a handful of references to lesbian porn and scenes in a small number of movies. I hand it back to her and tell her thanks, but it didn’t have much of interest to me about what I was looking for. I ask her if she likes porn, and she hesitated for a second and said, “a little.” I just said, “cool.”
So, after a bit of time goes by, I keep looking over at her. She’s fairly attractive, and I just can’t keep my eyes off of her and keep from thinking how cool it was for a girl to be sitting in an open space reading a book with “Porn” splattered all over the place! After a bit of conversation with Nikki about some possibilities, I finally work up the nerve to ask her if she likes lesbian porn. She just stares at me for a few seconds and says “Yeah, I guess.” I can sense that she’s embarrassed about it, but I just keep looking at her and finally I just say, “That’s awesome.” I give it a little bit more time to sink in, and just keep looking at her (her name is Melissa, btw).
I finally work up the nerve to do something, and as I’m looking at her again, I make just a slight motion with my head toward the back of the airplane, and get up to go back to the bathroom. To my incredible surprise, she gets up and follows me back there (as I had *so* hoped she would). I go into the bathroom and pull her in with me. Those bathrooms are tight to begin with, but with two people in them…. We kissed each other for probably a full minute before we separated lips! As much as I’d loved to have joined the Lesbian Mile High Club right then, it just wasn’t possible in that bathroom! Anyway, we kissed a couple more times and then she left to go back to her seat. I straightened up and went back to mine as well.
We continued to make eye contact for the entire rest of the flight. When we landed, we both headed straight to the bathroom and found ourselves in the handicapped stall French kissing like there was no tomorrow. As much as I’d love to say we re-created the supposed Panther’s Cheerleader scene with the sex and all, we didn’t – we just made out for a few more minutes, and went back out. Nikki and Melissa’s sister were outside talking when we left the bathroom.
As far as I can tell, Melissa’s sister had no idea what was going on! Anyway, we collected all of our luggage, and each went our separate ways. Neither one of us asked the other one where we were going or anything else. It was just so………random, and not something I would’ve predicted I would have done before tonight. But, dayum! The skies don’t get much friendlier than that, I’m thinking.
Sadly, the flight home a few days later was very uneventful.
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Great post Alexa! But it makes me sad, too, because the only “action” I ever got in an airplane was an extra can of soda for flirting with the flight attendant. (Although I DID smoke a joint in a bathroom on a plan once - in the days before 9/11. Sigh, the good old days. made turbulance a bit rough, tho - paranoia! We’re goin’ down!!)