After grinding for 6 months, being leered at by older men while she was working, and smiling through countless rejections, it finally happened, she landed her dream job and it was just one plane ride away. Being away from home would be difficult for a while but it would be worth it to be shining on stage again. One last embrace and she left her fiancé at the door, her chest felt shallow and heaved, searching for enough breath to fill it, the next steps quickened her pulse in a thousand ways and before she realized she was in her seat and taking off.
Finally on her way there she was able to relax her body and rest, melting into the seat beneath her. She could feel every muscle as they relaxed starting from her slender neck, bending slightly allowing a single blond curl to brush past her ocean eyes, her shoulders rolled back emphasizing her supple chest contained only by thin black lace under her clothes. Her back arched and pressed back into the seat while her firm thighs tightened and released underneath her, her long legs stretched as much as she could within her seat while the brush of her lace thong against her lips sent a shiver up her spine. This might be a long flight but she was prepared with some entertaining reading, and a first class seat comes with some liquid luxury to indulge in and fuel the imagination.