“Ladies and gentlemen, the captain wanted me to inform you that our air conditioning will not be functioning for the remainder of our 16 hour adults-only (21+) flight to Singapore. On behalf of the Delta Sky Partners family of brands, we do apologize for the inconvenience and will endeavor to make you as comfortable as possible given the circumstances.”
Emily [34F] unbuttoned her shirt, low enough to see black lace. Her hair stuck to the back of her neck, curling at the ends. She rubbed her knees together, which made a scratching sound as her hosiery tugged against her herringbone skirt, barely covering her vagina. She needed to pee badly but I could tell she was dreading it, tucking her thighs closer together in an attempt to hold it in. She wouldn’t look at me, attempting to miss my gaze as her eyes scanned first class, darting from person to person. I [34M] liked seeing her nervous again.
DING
The seatbelt warning light ticked off. “Don’t you need to go somewhere?” I asked Emily. Now she looked at me, her face flush. Emily’s long dark hair was naturally wavy, but the heat in the in the cabin made it unruly, curly and wild. It stuck to the back of her neck and the sides of her head.