I study abroad and my parents live in a small city, so every time I go home I have a transit flight connection in a bigger city. So about a year ago while traveling to my parents home town a storm broke up and my second flight was delayed for more than 8 hours. I was upset but not nervous because it’s a second flight and I was only losing travel time. Because the flights were delayed for so many hours, the airline provided passengers with accommodation which in our case was a pretty fancy hotel just 5 minutes bus drive from the airport.
It was in the bus to the hotel where I’ve noticed a handsome man in his 30s obviously travelling alone. So the first thought I’ve had upon receiving the key of my room was: why the hell did I leave all the sexy clothes in the luggage and left nothing in a handbag? I only had only what I was wearing: yoga pants and a hoodie, with a light cotton sports bra and panties underneath. I then hatched a plan to meet this mysterious good looking man. My plan was to unpack the Martini bottle I’ve grabbed at duty free shop and ask him for help with opening it. Then it would be up to my charms to do the work.