I notice him right away. There is something about the way he moves as he stows his luggage away–the way he holds himself. His eyes stand out the most: blue-green with some lines around the edges. They look like they had seen a lot of life, emanating confidence, piercing into mine as I walk down the aisle to my seat. As cliche as it sounds, I feel like he is staring straight into my soul. I wonder if he can read the millions of lascivious thoughts running through my mind…
I finally reach my spot, several rows down from his. I put my bags away and settle in, preparing for the long trip, my mind already racing to come up with reasons to walk past him. I wish I’d dressed a little nicer but at least the sweat pants and tank are flattering on my figure. The airplane was just cold enough that without my hoodie my large nipples are quite erect and prominent.
I try to calm down and relax as much as possible but the thought of his eyes is driving me wild.