“Ladies and gentlemen, we are now beginning our approach on Los Angeles International Airport, where our time on deck should be 3:37 PM, Pacific Time. If everyone would please raise your seats, buckle your seatbelts, and put your tray tables into their upright position, I know myself and my crew would most appreciate it. If you look out the left side of the plane, most of you will be able to see the Pacific Ocean, and its beautiful out there today folks. Temperature on the ground is a balmy 87 degrees Fahrenheit with a northeasterly wind at about ten knots. Now I’m going to shut up and get you on the ground so you can enjoy beautiful California.”
Megan took a deep breath and sat up, rubbing the sleep out of the corner of her eyes as the captain’s message played overhead. The flight had not been too crowded, with only one other passenger in her row, a young, clean cut guy in his twenties, about her age she judged. Megan snuck another glance at the veiny, muscular forearms that peeked out from under the sleeves of his hoodie and felt the heat rise a little. Turning toward the window, she sighed, maybe a little too loud. It was going to be a long few days without her husband around to help her release some tension. God, she had only left him a few hours ago and now she was already craving something… naughty. If I don’t calm down, she thought to herself, I might end up doing something very irresponsible.