[Excerpt from [The Business Trip: Part1](https://gasm.io/the-business-trip-part-1.html)]
At the gate we exchanged business cards and promised to call or e-mail each other. A slightly uncomfortable silence settled on us which was only broken a few minutes later when we both got up to board when they announced rows 1-17. It turned out that she had a window and I was 2 seats away in the same row on the inside isle. It was a simple thing to switch seats with the gentleman sitting beside her. Now feeling like old friends re-uniting we joyfully took drinks from the stewardess, clicked glasses and chatted on. After dinner (and a couple more drinks) the lights dimmed and an idiotic romantic comedy started and my companion admitted that she was a bit of a nervous traveler. During a patch of fairly heavy turbulence she grabbed my hand and her knee rubbed against mine. I was sorry I’d worn jeans and not a skirt but alas… I threw a blanket over her and suggested she try to sleep saying that I would try for a few winks myself. I dozed off with her still clutching my hand.
I love the kind of sleep which never feels terribly deep, but the dreams are vivid. For me, they involve all my senses, and sometimes I realize that I am dreaming and can take some degree of control. In this case I fell off and, in my dream, remained in my seat, but now I did have on a skirt. Neither of us had on hose and under the blanked. In the dark our knees rubbed together. We had been looking at each other through much of our conversation, but now the looking *was* the conversation. We let go each other’s hands and slid them under the blanket. There we began toying with each other’s hems, lightly stroking each other’s thighs with the backs of our fingers. We played a little footsie. A sly, little secret smile crept onto her face. No one was taking any notice of us at all. I didn’t at first realize why, but she let down my tray table. Her smile got broader. I felt her pushing up my skirt. I had to lift my bum off the seat to help her and was shocked that I did so. And embarrassed. But when I sat back down it was with the hem around my waist and my legs spread as wide as the seat would allow. Her fingers traced the line of my pants, up over my thighs until she was gently following the line of my vulva. It was a monumental effort not to let out a gasp. I don’t know how log her fingers just went up and down along my little cleft. My eyes closed and I was in heaven. And then I felt a finger slip through and touch the warm, wet skin directly. It, at first followed the same path, up and down my wet lips. Then she began, very gently and slowly, working them apart. I thought I’d die and told her so. She smiled and winked. I closed my thighs together, her hand still between them and her finger now playing with my clit. Again it seemed blissfully endless.
I awoke and immediately was terrified since my surroundings were the same as my dream and I wasn’t sure if it had happened or not. I was relieved and also disappointed to realize I had on my jeans. I was terribly embarrassed to notice that I still held her hand but that now it was me doing the clutching. This all took about a half a second, mind you, but it seemed stretched out to me. I didn’t know how long I’d dozed and didn’t know if I’d made any sounds. And then I looked her in the face. Her grin answered the spirit of my question. I wished I could have fallen through my seat right then and there. I had never been so mortified. I’d been caught “red-handed” having a lesbian sex fantasy by the woman I was dreaming about!
“How long was I asleep?” I stuttered.
“Not long. About 10 or 15 minutes.”
“But,” she continued, “You seemed to be enjoying your dream. Hell, I was enjoying your dream.” She laughed.
I put my hands up to cover my face and tried to apologize. To make an excuse. To say the words that would make me not feel so guilty and foolish.
“It’s ok,” she said “it was a dream.”
We ordered some tea and gradually the awkwardness began to fade. We joked about it a bit, and finally it was something which we shared, not uncomfortably, if you know what I mean. We talked about our sex lives. She was single but was “In the market” for a man. I told her about my husband and some of the things he does to me. We both admitted that we’d never been with another woman but had though about it “back in collage” as she put it. She told me she’d had gone so far as to French kiss a girl and then, suddenly, she looked me right in the eye and asked, “So was it me in your dream?”
My grin told her and my lack of denial confirmed it.
“I thought so. I have to say I like the thought.” And she took my hand again. She looked at it, as if examining it or looking for a flaw and almost in a whisper she asked me, “So… what are you doing when we land?”
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