As you finish zipping your suit case, you think to your self I’m finally doing this. For some time you have always wanted to visit France. Reading about it, seeing it in movies, hearing about it from your friends. Your phone buzzes and your ride to the airport has arrived. You make your way through the check point and security. You decided to wear comfortable clothing since it was going to be long flight wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt with some flip flops. You catch a young TSA guard checking you out and you grin thinking about his eyes on you. Boarding the plane you stow your bag take your seat.
Putting your headphones in you feel a tap on your shoulder. Looking up as you pull your headphone out of your ear. A tall, tan, bearded man is standing there smiling at you. I’m the seat next to you, you smile as you stand up to make room for him to scoot by. As he passes you, you can smell his cologne ugh it smells so good you think as he passes and with his tall stature he has to bend to fit under the storage area. As he passes you can’t help but feel his firm butt clad in whitewashed jeans press against you from the small amount of room. My god you could bounce quarters off that you say as you laugh slightly. Well thank you, he replies. With a shocked look on your face you realize you said that out loud. With a face beat red, you sit back down. No need to feel embarrassed he says with a smile we are only human. You give a polite laugh as you agree with him. Well we better get comfortable it’s a long flight, my name is Louis. You take his large hand in yours noticing the rough texture as his large hands engulfed yours. My name is Dani, you look at him in the eyes and you are taken back by his dark almost glowing hazel eyes that could pierce flesh and bone. As you retract your hand, you feel your body reacting to this Demi-god of a man. Your heart rate has picked up and your breathing increases slightly and you can feel your nipples rise. Calm your self you think, it’s just a plane ride calm down. Smiling he asks business or pleasure? A dirty thought shot through your mind like lightning, but calmly you respond with pleasure. Iv always wanted to see France and finally didn’t have anything holding me back. What about you, you ask as you inhale more of his Cologne. My extended family is from France but I grew up in the states, I’m going out their to visit them he replies putting a travel pillow around his neck. Well if you need anything just let me know you reply as you could tell he was getting in as good of position as he could to fall asleep. Sure thing I will, oh I am a heavy sleeper so If the flight attendant needs anything give me a good shove. Smiling, you say oh I can do that.
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