2 comments/ 25164 views/ 14 favorites Love is in the Air By: WMDean "Attention passengers boarding Pan Am Flight 3235 with nonstop service to Denver. We will be boarding first class at his time." "About time, bastards..." muttered the guy next to me. I gave my newspaper back to the fellow I borrowed it from and picked up my briefcase. The flight had been delayed three hours due to an equipment problem, and I had been sitting at gate C5 in Richmond for what seemed like ages. I was so bored I had begun to read the movie showtimes. The lady at the counter tore my ticket and I walked down to the plane. As I stepped in the door I saw a couple flight attendants. They were, as such ladies tend to be, quite attractive. I said hello and moved past before my lesser instincts made me stare. I found my seat close by in the first class compartment. It was, amusingly enough, a better seat than the one at the airport. Putting my briefcase in the overhead, I sat down and stretched out my legs. Outside the window it was dark and I soon felt myself dozing. The plane took its time taxiing to the runway and then took off to the west, with the city of Richmond receding behind us. It must have been about an hour or so but when I woke up, I found myself still the only person in the row. I looked out the window and saw a few lights; clearly we were airborne. Slightly disoriented, I looked around and noticed I was only one of three passengers in first class. I blinked and turned my head back. One of the flight attendants was in her seat across from me, looking at me with an interested expression. I suppose I was turning around a lot in my incredulity over the lack of passengers. I checked my watch. 2 AM. I eyed her. She must have taken it as annoyance and she leaned over with this contrite expression, the kind that makes it impossible to blame a lady. "I'm so sorry about the delay, sir," she said. "Don't worry about it, it's not your fault." "It's just so late." "Where did everybody go?" I said. "It's a fairly empty flight, sir. We only have about half of the seats full in coach, even." "Is that normal?" I asked. "No, not at all. I heard a party of fifty decided to stay overnight. That and it isn't travel season." "No, I suppose not." "Is there anything I can get for you?" "I'm all right. Thanks for asking." "Let me know if you need something," she said, resting her back on the seat cushion again. We sat in silence for a few minutes, looking more at each other than at anything else. She had this "I'm curious but I'm too shy to ask" look. At length she leaned forward again. "If I might ask, sir, what are you flying with us for?" "Just business, Miss... er..." "Diana." she said with a smile. It was a thin-lipped, mild sort of smile, the one that teases you to make the next move but doesn't want you to be too bold. I took a look. She was wearing her flight attendant's uniform, a dark blue jacket with silver wings, a dark blue pencil skirt, a tight white blouse with the collar spread over her lapels, and patent leather one-inch heels. Her hair was some lighter shade of dirty blonde, pulled back into a tight ponytail; her figure was slim and fit, with no hint of excess or disproportion anywhere. Her hands, currently draped over the armrest, were smooth in texture and fairly slender, with long, graceful fingers. She was elegant and beautiful. "Diana. What a pretty name." She laughed. "Why, I believe that's the first time I've had that said to me." "It's a pretty name for the prettiest stewardess I've ever seen." I said. I knew I was going out on a limb but she just seemed like the playful type. "Oh, thank you. You know I'm not supposed to be so unprofessional, but..." "Look, there are four people in this section. One is asleep, one is listening to music so loud I can almost tell what song is playing if I try, one is me, and one is really drop-dead gorgeous." I said. She covered her mouth but I could tell she was enjoying it. "Don't sell yourself so short," she said finally, still giggling. "Oh, I'm all right, I guess." I said with a shrug. "I have to do the snack service, excuse me." she said. It was a rather abrupt transition in her demeanor and I blinked as she got up and dragged out the snack cart. "Would you like some peanuts, sir?" she said. "Oh, uh, sure." I said, still a little surprised. She handed me the packet. "Thanks." She soon disappeared into the coach section. As I ate the peanuts I figured I had probably taken a step too far or too fast and either embarrassed or annoyed her. There wasn't all that much to do about it if that was the case and I was just beginning to get a little sleepy when she came back. I felt a light tap on my shoulder and looked up to see Diana batting her eyelashes at me. "I don't suppose I could interest you in some wine," she said, leaning towards me and speaking quietly as though plotting a conspiracy. "How much?" "It's on me." "Well, if you would be so kind. I hate to do it to you, though." "Don't worry about it," she said, pouring a glass. She even poured one for herself after she put away the cart. She sat down, crossing her legs elegantly and taking a sip of wine. "You're allowed to do that?" I asked, gesturing at the glass. "No more snack service this flight. Nobody's gonna notice." I laughed and took a sip. "So, if I might ask, where are you from?" I said. "I'm from Richmond. And you?" "That's where I'm from too." "Wonderful," she said with a smile. "Do you like it?" "It's a nice city. It's the only city I've ever lived in, so I couldn't compare so well. I like the area." "So what do you like to do? "I like to read books. It's a habit I got being on airplanes and all." "Good way to pass the time." "It's a good habit and I wish I'd read more earlier. But it is a rather solitary thing," she said with a sigh. "Yeah." "I do the usual things. You know, watch movies, surf the web, shop... "Ah, shopping..." "More looking than buying. I like to think I know my way with money." "Money?" I was always looking for talent in my line of work. "I do some investing, some trading. Makes a little money on the side, right?" "Right," "And you... are you married?" "No, why?" "You're not wearing a ring," she commented. "I'm 25, too early..." I said. "Yeah, best to get your career stabilized, right?" "That's part of it..." "It makes sense." She looked at me with a look that was almost too serious. "Are you all right?" I asked. "Thanks so much," she whispered. "What did I do?" "Talk to me. Nobody ever talks to me except to ask me for something around here." "Oh, no problem. And they really are missing out." "I'm flattered." she said, smiling a little. "How do you do with the job, though? I mean, sitting through flights and all that." "I sleep through it when I can. But I have to get up to do things and all that, unlike the passengers. It gets awfully lonely sometimes." "I'm sorry to hear that," I said. She had cute gray eyes that seemed a little sad at the moment. "Isn't it ironic? I'm in an aluminum tube six miles up with dozens of other people, and nobody cares about me." "Well, I care about you." She smiled and looked away. "Thanks," I gestured to the seat next to me. "Nobody's sitting here. It's a little nicer than that seat," I said. "Oh this is getting so unprofessional," she fretted, though I could tell she was tempted. "Here's one customer that won't complain," I said. She laughed a little and unbuckled the belt on her seat, then sat down in the seat next to me, taking a sip of her wine. "Can I tell you a bit about myself?" she asked. "Why not?" "I mean, do you mind, me being just a flight attendant and all." "No, of course I don't mind. In fact I'm curious." "I live alone, you see. In this little apartment in Richmond by the airport. Nobody like me in the whole building." "That's unfortunate," I said. "I haven't had a date since high school. In college all I did was study, and then I got this job. Guys avoid me because I'm not home so often. I'm 26 and I've been single for nine years. Why?" she seemed almost on the verge of tears. "Diana... things will get better for you. You've got what it takes." "I don't need money, or a fancy car. I could even put up with this job. I just don't want to be alone anymore," I put my arm on her shoulder. I thought she might recoil but she edged closer to me and put her head on my shoulder. "I used to get around a lot too. I was everybody's friend. People would tell me all kinds of things." "What happened?" "I always wanted to be a flight attendant. I thought I could talk to people." "I see." "People just don't open up to strangers. It makes sense. I just didn't think of it that way at the time." "You're not happy?" "I don't know. I like my job. I like going places. It just gets so lonely sometimes." "Aw, hell. I'll keep you company, honey." "Say that again," she said, her voice down to a whisper. "I'll keep you company, honey." "You're sweet." she said. I massaged her shoulder. "I've been too busy for anyone too. This business thing, going around, making deals. I get the big bucks, but I can't really enjoy it. I figured in a few years I'll be able to settle down a bit and buy a nice place, have a good time. But there's people I work with ten or twenty years older who are still doing this." "I know what you mean. You just never find the time." "Yeah." "I have the time right now," she said, her voice tense, expectant. "What do you mean?" "I just want to enjoy myself. I've spent too much time working." "I suppose I could ask you to a movie and dinner, but...." "I know. It's an airplane, it's okay." "Sorry, Diana." "Would you consider something else?" "Yeah of course. What's on your mind?" "Sex," she said quietly. "Excuse me?" That caught me off guard. "Oh my god I'm sorry, I'm way out of line. I... this is so unprofessional." she stuttered. "Are you okay?" "No. Yes. I don't know... I mean... I'm so sorry." "How did that come up?" "I don't know. I just... I really want it!" she said, sounding almost desperate. "Sorry to hear that." "I'm not easy or a whore... I don't sleep around..." "No worries," I said. "I just want to make up for lost time. You just came at the right moment. I didn't mean to be so... oh, it just came out. I'm sorry." "Honestly I don't mind at all. I guess I wish I could make you happy." "You... could if you... wanted." "Where?" "The bathroom. It's just barely big enough for two." "You.... you want to join the mile high club?" I asked. "I've gone in there and just... well..." "Go ahead." "Fingered myself and dreamed some guy was getting it on with me in there." "I guess you want me to make your fantasy, huh." "Yeah," she said quietly. "I mean, if... you would... be so obliging," "I'll do whatever I can to make you happy. You need it," I said. "I haven't had a guy say that to me in so long," she whispered. "I'm all yours, Diana." She suddenly sat up, put her wine glass and mine on the empty seat and grabbed my hands. "There's one in the back. Most people are sitting nearer the front." She got up, pulling me with her. I walked down the rows of seats with her, drawing a few curious glances from the passengers but nothing major. She opened the bathroom door, quickly shoved me inside, and stepped in herself, locking the door behind her. The bathroom was spotless, and very well-lit. The lights had been dimmed in the cabin during the flight and it was only now that I got a good look at her face. She was beautiful. Soft, dirty blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail and expressive gray eyes. She threw her arms around my neck and gazed at me like a traveler in the desert coming across an oasis. I instinctively put one hand on her waist to keep her from falling back over the counter and another hand on her back. "You're gorgeous." "Thank you..." she said. "So.. here we are." "Here we are. And here's my tongue." she said, grabbing my head and pulling me into a full French kiss. Her tongue invaded my mouth, searching for its counterpart and playing with it. I kissed her back, still surprised. One of her hands slipped from my head and reached down to her jacket to unbutton it. "God it's hot in here," she whispered between kisses, starting to unbutton her blouse. "And whose fault is that?" She giggled and finished unbuttoning her blouse. I got a glimpse of a lacy white bra under it. She started to take off her uniform jacket. "You'll get that all wrinkled if you put it down." I said. "I don't care. I just want you." she said. I shrugged. What's a man to say? She dropped it on the counter she was leaning on. "Here. Unhook my bra for me. It's a front clasp." I obeyed, undoing her bra but letting the cups stay in place. "Shall I?" "Please do." I let go of the cups. When I did I was rewarded with the sight of her breasts. They were good-sized, firm, and shapely. The nipples were fairly small and looked fairly hard. "Do you like them? They're C-cups." "I really like them," I said. "Thank you," she said. "I like your skirt, too. You look damned sexy in it," I said. "I'll look just as sexy with out it, just you wait," she whispered. Her hands reached down to her pencil skirt, undid her black leather belt and pulled down the zipper. She wriggled out of the skirt until it was on the floor. She stepped out of it and grinned shyly at me with gleaming white teeth. Then she pulled her white thong down to her ankles, kicked it aside and parted her legs a bit, revealing a completely shaved package. There wasn't enough space for me to get a good look at it. Meanwhile I had removed my jacket and tie, leaving my shirt and pants. The former she quickly unbuttoned and the latter she pulled down just enough to expose the necessary item. "You want in me, huh?" she said lustily, looking down. "I guess part of me does." I said. "Please, be gentle," she whispered. "I will. I don't want to hurt you." "I can't wait any longer," she whispered, her voice strained. "Put it in me," I slowly lined up with her pussy and gently slid inside her. She was tight, but wet. It felt like silk inside and seemed almost custom-made for my cock. "Oh, god," she whispered, her arms wrapped around me. I could feel the soft fabric of her blouse sleeves rubbing against my neck. "How's that?" I asked. "Wonderful... make love to me, please..." I began my strokes, sliding in and out of her at a good pace. She threw her head back and pushed back at me with her hips. "Harder. Fuck me harder." she demanded. I sped it up, and with every time I filled her she exhaled, letting out a soft moan of pleasure. Her hands moved to my shirt, sliding it off my back. She somehow found the attention to pull my pants all the way off. "Step out of them. You can get in better," she whispered, stepping out of her skirt. I did as she asked. "Take my shirt off, please," she whispered as I continued my strokes. I slid the blouse down her arms. It came off, taking her undone bra with it. We were both completely undressed save for a thin silver necklace around her neck. She threw her arms around my neck again. I sped up my lovemaking, making an audible sound as our hips crashed together. "Fuck me harder," she moaned. I obeyed, pounding her pussy as much as the limited space of the plane bathroom allowed. "Oh yeah... oh yeah..." "Diana?" I said, slowing it down a bit. She brought her head back up and opened her eyes. "You okay?" she asked, stroking my cheek with her hand as I slow-fucked her. "Well, are you... um..." "Naked? Horny? A too little busy to be getting you a snack?" she asked, giggling. "I mean do you have protection?" "I've always been on the pill, since I was a teenager. Never thought to stop. You never know," she said, smiling. "So it's okay?" "Just fuck me and blow it in me," she told me, spreading her legs a little bit more. I sped up the pace, working her pussy to the best of my ability. She put her arms back around me and leaned back over the counter. "Yeah, that's how I like it..." she whispered breathlessly, staring up at me with entranced eyes. I slammed her harder, pinning her hips against the counter with each stroke. She arched her back, moaning softly and pushing back against me, desperately trying to bury more of me inside her wet sheath. Her eyelids closed as she pulled my head down and brought me into a passionate kiss. "Oh god... I'm going to... ohhhh...." she whispered, then released my head and spasmed uncontrollably in my arms. Her breathing became rapid and irregular as she began to orgasm. I could tell she would be screaming if it weren't for the setting. The sight of a beautiful stewardess climaxing in my arms drove me over the edge and I grabbed her tightly as my cock exploded inside her, sending a stream of hot cum deep into her pussy. This only renewed her orgasm and she held onto me as if for dear life as she whimpered softly with pure ecstasy. As our orgasms subsided she pulled away a little and looked at me. She kept her arms wrapped around my neck and my cock still buried deep in her pussy. "Thank you so much for everything," she whispered, gasping for air. "Thank you too," I said. "I had the most amazing orgasm... I couldn't describe it," she whispered. "Glad to be of service," I said, drawing a laugh. "Oh, my..." she said breathlessly, putting a hand on her chest. "Well, I'm all for post-sex cuddling, but..." "...we're in an airplane bathroom and it's worse than a closet in here?" "Yes, that about covers it," I said. Diana laughed and moved her hands up to my head again, pulling me into a deep, long kiss that seemed to last for hours. We stopped only when we heard a knock. "You okay in there?" a New Yorker voice called from the hall. We looked at each other. "Yeah, I'm fine!" she shouted. "Oh, you are very fine," I whispered. She smiled and rolled her eyes playfully. "I guess we should get dressed," she said. "Yeah." "Well... um... if you're interested in a girl who knows where she's going and where the peanuts and beverages are..." "I made this little list of qualities I'd like in someone. Peanuts and beverages were near the top, you know, somewhere between wittiness and good looks," I said. She laughed hard in that way someone does when they really don't want anyone to hear them but still find something too funny to keep down. "We'd better get out before anyone knocks again..." she said when she finally caught her breath. We both did our best to get dressed again. It was a little difficult but we managed it in about a minute or so. Her uniform looked a little mussed up, as did my suit. I smoothed her jacket and her skirt for her with my hands. "Is this just an excuse to touch my ass?" she asked, her hands roaming across my back. "No, no..." "You mean you don't like my ass?" I looked at her slender posterior as defined by her form-fitting pencil skirt. She put her hand under my chin and pushed up so that I was forced to look her in the eye. She cocked her head and gave me an interrogative look. "Do you like it?" "I do," "Good," she said, drawing the word out. "So am I supposed to like your ass or not?" "You're supposed to want it," she said with a smile, smoothing out my suit with her hands. "I swear you run in circles around me," I said. I found her behavior both endearing and perplexing. "Oh, but I will let you catch me eventually," she said, hugging me and pressing her body against me, her soft, friendly eyes gazing deep into mine. It felt good, so we stayed that way for a few seconds. As she let me go, I regained some measure of consciousness. Love is in The Air (PRESENT DAY) Lying in his arms there was a million and one thoughts running through Sarah's mind, while he caressed her softly his mind was full of fear worry and regret. What if she doesn't want me? What if I'm not enough? What if she regrets it? Was all he could think as he tried to slow his heartbeat and sooth his fears, hoping she didn't regret it and that she'd want to stay. The silence began to get unbearable but neither seemed willing to break it, so as they lay there both let their minds drift back to when they were just friends still. Turning slightly so her back was leant against his chest Alex boldly pulled her into his embrace, thankful that she didn't pull away from him Alex closed his eyes and began to think of how the two had first met. Hearing him sigh deeply she too laid thinking about how the two had gotten to this point in their lives, closing her eyes Sarah lay listening to the rain fall outside for a few moments before drifting off into her dream filled sleep. (FLASHBACK) The lowest moment of her life and Sarah felt as though the whole world had walked out on her, I've lost everything she thought to herself as she sat staring at the knife in her hands. The rape, the bullying, the attacks, the lovers all flooded Sarah's mind with the hurt and pain she couldn't bare anymore. Wanting the pain to stop and the hurting to be over Sarah ran the cold blade softly across her wrist, shivering as steel met flesh. It's easy, just do it. Sarah thought to herself as she ran the cold steel across her wrist a little firmer this time, wincing slightly as she felt it almost tear the skin. Sitting in the cold dark alleyway the last attack Sarah had suffered had been the final straw, as her attacker had pulled the knife to do goodness knows only what to her she had lost it completely. Grabbing the knife from his hands Sarah's pretty brown eyes were filled with pain and hurt, and as the tears started to fall all the pent up emotions and anger she had been feeling since she was a child came flooding out. "Come on then you bastard, come and attack me! Hurt me you asshole, come on!" She yelled as the torrent of abuse came flowing out of her, holding the knife in her hands Sarah had the cold sharp blade pointed to her neck as she watched the fear in her attackers eyes right before he ran for the hills. Today was much the same as any other day for Alex, he got up the same went to work the same and did all the normal things he would do. But for the past eighteen months he had done all this on autopilot, since losing his wife Penny he had be so devastated by it all it was all he could do to survive what life threw at him. Today Alex was due to teach a group of consultants how to get the best out of their employees, sighing deeply it was just another thing he didn't want to do but knew he had no choice but to go. Having just about managed to get himself up the rest seemed to be a blur because the next thing Alex knew he was climbing out of his car and getting ready to head off, taking his briefcase from the boot and locking his car Alex headed off to make the short journey from the car park to the companies offices a few streets away. On any other day this journey would take Alex all of three minutes but like he had become accustomed too, today took him the long way round. He couldn't help himself; he needed to be close to Penny again. Although his mind was full of the incident and then her accident, Alex could see her as clear as day; it was as if she was standing next to him as he stood at the entrance to the alleyway. But as his mind cleared he was alerted to someone's distress with the faint sobbing he could hear close by. As he approached Sarah looked up to see this stranger coming at her, gripping the knife tighter she never realised until it was too late she had already tore the skin on her wrist. At first it didn't hurt and she never noticed until she saw his eyes travel from her face to her wrist, following the strangers eyes she saw the blood and then felt the shock and pain overwhelm her. "My names Alex, I'm a first aider what's happened?" Sarah just about heard him say as she could feel herself drifting into unconsciousness, as he approached his soft voice seemed to reassure her that she would be safe with him and within moments the stranger had begun to tender to the wound. Silence surrounded them for a long time as Sarah lay there drifting in and out of unconsciousness and trying to sort the mess of her life out; as he spoke she looked up into his eyes for the first time and quickly became captivated by them. "Tell me what happened my love, who made you do this?" His voce was so soft and reassuring Sarah just knew instantly that this man wouldn't hurt her, looking up into his bright blue piercing eyes she took a deep breath and began to tell this kind stranger what happened. "I was attacked again; some man took my bag and then pulled the knife on me." Sarah felt strangely at ease in this man's company and wanted to say more but found the words got stuck in her throat. "But why do this to yourself sweetheart?" Alex said as he finished dressing her wound the best he could, wanting to take her in his arms and take her pain away Alex felt useless but couldn't stop himself from reaching out to her instinctively pulling away at the last moment. Holding out his hand to her she cautiously took it and was helped to her feet lingering for as long as he could Alex held her hand and asked again why she'd hurt herself, it was her answer that scared him the most and made it almost impossible for him to let go of her hand. "Because I wish I was dead, I wanted to kill myself." As her words left her mouth it was like all the emotions pain and hurt had been lifted slightly, not being able to hold it in any longer she began to weep uncontrollably. Not being able to stop himself Alex had taken her into his arms and silently begun to weep for her pain, for Penny and for his own pain. They two strangers stayed like this for a long time, weeping into each others arms not able to stop their grief from showing. As their tears began to slowly dry Alex instinctively brought her face to his and cupped it in his soft hands, smiling the smile of an angel he softly spoke. "Do you need to talk my dear?" Nodding she was touched at how he tenderly spoke and wiped away her tears softly, pulling away and holding his hand out she hesitantly looked for a moment before taking it and allowing him to lead her away and back to his warm dry car. Sitting in his warm dry car Sarah was sat in silence, cold and frightened but she felt strangely calm in this stranger's presence. Shaking through the cold Sarah watched as he took the jacket he had on off and wrapped it around her shoulders, smiling slightly at him and his kindness she felt like she could tell him anything and he would listen to her. "Do you want to talk my love?" His soft voice was full of kind compassion; looking round to him Sarah was met by his bright blue eyes and felt ready to share everything with someone. Taking a deep breath Sarah began to tell this perfect stranger how she came to this point in her life, watching how he took her hand in his as she spoke. "My life's a mess, I just wish it was over and then the pain would stop..." As Sarah began to talk she felt like a weight was being lifted from her shoulders, and strangely she could feel a change inside of her that she couldn't explain. "... and this attack just became too much for me to take. I just want it to all be over; I want the pain and tears to stop!" As Sarah finished tell her story, the silence was deafening, but although she felt sad her tears wouldn't fall. Moving his free hand to her face he turned her head to face his and gently stroked her cheek, sighing he went to speak but found he couldn't. He just pulled her gently into his arms and held her closely as she felt the waves of emotions hit her, whispering soft reassurances into her hair over and over again. From that moment on the two became best friends and would never leave each other, silently promising to always be there for each other. (PRESENT DAY) Not really being able to sleep Sarah sighed deeply and opened her eyes, realising she was still lying in Alex's arms and still in his bed. Feeling his breath upon her neck she could tell he was wide awake too, feeling him sigh deeply Sarah shifted her weight slightly causing him to wrap his arms around her and speak. "Are you ok Sarah?" Was all he could say, feeling the guilt deep down inside he prayed she was alright. Trying to pretend she was still asleep Sarah silently held her breath for as long as she could, before she felt Alex's lips softly graze her neck. Shivering Sarah felt things inside of her that she never thought she could ever feel, sighing deeply she too a deep breath and spoke. "I just..." Sarah started, having no real idea of what she was about to say. "I don't know where this leaves us Alex." Sarah continued after a few moments to gather her thoughts, leaning into his arms as she tried to make sense of it all. Yesterday had all been so different, for them both it was true but now she found herself lying in the arms of her best friend. Not being able to understand why she didn't feel guilty or what was going through here mind, all Sarah was sure of was that she may have just lost her best friend; and that scared her more than anything. "I know Sarah I know, this wasn't exactly planned you know! I wasn't expecting to end up in bed with you Sarah..." Before he had the chance to go on Sarah moved and went to get up, grabbing him shirt that lay by her side of the bed and putting it on. Getting up and heading for the bathroom, Sarah spoke trying to understand what she was feeling. "And you think I did? Come on Alex I know I'm the last person you'd want to end up in bed with, and I can assure you this wasn't something I planned either!" As she stood in the bathroom, looking into the mirror Sarah couldn't explain where those words had come from. All she knew was that deep down somewhere inside of her she not only felt she'd lost her best friend but that what had happened was; if only in his mind was a huge mistake. Splashing water upon her face Sarah stared blankly into the mirror again and begun to think about her past, in particular how Alex had always been there for her during the good times and bad. Whatever she went through Sarah always seemed to know that after that day when she met Alex she'd never go through it alone again, she had believed that it was the same way for him. But now as she thought about last night Sarah realised that it may all be over for their friendship, as she may very well be looking at fighting alone once more. (FLASHBACK) The day had started off like pretty much all the rest over the past seven years, it had become somewhat of a traditional ritual between the pair. Having both been left more than a little broken hearted by lovers in their pasts it was always the same for both Sarah and Alex on Valentine's Day, loads of people all loved up and rubbing salt into their wounds. As the two friends sat that first Valentine's night in their local bar seven years ago, surrounded by lovers wooing each other they both made a pact that neither would spend another Valentine's Day alone and nor would they feel hurt by those surrounding them. Laughing like children and acting like they were already lovers both Sarah and Alex would spend that Valentine's Day together enjoying each others company, and would continue to do so until that day when it all seemed to change. As the two friends met for coffee before they went for lunch everything was like normal, the mood was light and the laugher deep; neither could have known that things would end the way they did. As they sat in the restaurant having lunch the atmosphere was geared more towards their long standing friendship than anything else, both laughed and joked like they never had a care in the world. Even as the two took the short journey home neither could have ever known that things would end the way they did. (PRESENT DAY) Sitting there in silent shock Alex realised that she most probably regretted last night and wished it hadn't happened, sighing deeply he tired to piece together the shattered bits of his life and heart as he started to dress realising in all honesty he couldn't and didn't want to. All that really went through Alex's mind was that the women he loved and cared for more than life itself would never speak to him again, thoughts of losing Sarah and her friendship ran through his mind and if he was honest it scared the hell out of him. All the times she had been there for him when he had needed her, all the happiness and laughter that he felt and filled his life flooded his already overwhelmed thoughts. Thoughts of how wrong and far off the mark she was began to enter his mind, she thinks I don't want her made him realise the pain he thought he'd taken away was still there. Alex sat on the edge of his bed and trying to find the right words to explain how he felt, when Mark came in. "Dad, I'm off into town is there anything you want?" He'd managed to say before he saw the state of undress his father was in and the items of clothing scattered around the bedroom floor, blushing as soon as he realised and quickly made his excuses and left leaving Alex with just his thoughts of last night for company. (FLASHBACK) As they got back to his Alex fixed them both a drink and the pair sat down to watch all the old slushy movies they could, laughing and mocking them as they watched. Curling up together Sarah couldn't stop feeling a little emotional as they watched the end of that great classic love story Casablanca, and as she tried to hide her tears she felt truly touched as Alex pulled her close and gently caressed her back. She was touched too at how Alex had to hide his own tears as they watched City of Angels, as the two friends watched more romantic films both felt relaxed and comfortable together. Snuggling into his arms the pair watched Ghost Sarah sensed a changed but couldn't place it, Alex felt the same changed too but couldn't explain it ether. Watching Sam and Molly on the pottery wheel causes a desire deep within both Sarah and Alex that neither could deny, burying her head in his chest Sarah does all she can to fight these feelings. As they watched Sam dance with Molly through Oda Mae Alex almost instinctively kissed Sarah's forehead, not realising until he'd done it or just what it would unleash in the pair. Feeling a shiver go up her spine Sarah lifted her head so her face was level with Alex's, smiling the pair were about to talk but both went back to watching the film after chickening out. As the film ended and their tears fell both Sarah and Alex were inches away from each other, turning to face him she was about to speak but as he hushed her lips Alex wiped away her tears before going to speak. "Sarah..." Alex started to say before he was stopped by Sarah's soft fingers upon his lips, his piercing blue eyes searching deep into her soul through Sarah's deep brown eyes. "Hush Alex, don't speak." Sarah boldly said as she searched his eyes, looking for the answers she had longed to find. "I never got my Valentine's Kiss." Sarah continued as she playfully giggled and kissed Alex's cheek, feeling the change she then softly laid a light kiss upon his lips while lingering slightly. Within seconds the mood had changed and both could not only sense it but also feel it, wanting to pull away neither found they could. Finally pulling back the two friends sat their in silence, their heartbeats racing and emotions reeling. Feeling a passionate desire rise within them both that neither could deny it was Alex that made the first move this time, softly kissing Sarah upon the lips with a passion he never knew he had within him still. With a desire she didn't think she still had Sarah kissed Alex back for all she was worth, and as the passion and desire grew in both something just felt right for them both and as they crossed the line of no return both knew it was what they wanted. Softly caressing her Alex felt that this could never be wrong slowly kissing his way down Sarah's body, feeling how she reacted to his touch. Pulling back Alex went to ask if Sarah was sure, nodding before he had the chance he picked her up in his arms and carried off to his bedroom. (PRESENT DAY) "One Kiss..." Alex half thought and half said, as he heard the bathroom door open. "It was just one kiss!" Alex said a little louder as Sarah came and sat on the edge of the bed, her back to his trying to make sense of it all. "I know Alex... This wasn't something I planned." Sarah said after a while of silence between the pair, both wanting to say so much more but finding the words got stuck in their throats. "I should go Alex..." Sarah started, knowing deep in her heart it was the last thing she wanted. After all she had been through the only one to love her and be there for her was Alex, losing him was the last thing she wanted. Losing her was the last thing Alex wanted, she was his life and one of the only good things he had left to live for. "I don't want you to go Sarah; we need to talk about this still." Alex said as he put a hand on her arm to stop her from getting up, still trying to work it all out in his own mind. "I know we do Alex, I just can't handle losing my best friend because of a kiss that was just for fun..." Sarah started to say but before she could continue Alex had cut her off, almost raising his voice at her. "Is that was it was to you Sarah, just a bit of fun? That kiss meant nothing to you then, is that what you're telling me?" The hurt was clearly evident in his voice and as Sarah turned to look in his eyes, for the first time Alex's eyes were dark and cold. "Alex..." Sarah begun to say, seeing how he just looked through her. As he rose from the bed Sarah's heart sank, still unsure where this would end up. Trying not to let her pain, hurt or tears show Sarah turned away and sighed deeply. "Oh Alex, is that what you really think of me? You know that isn't me!" Watching him disappear into the bathroom Sarah could no longer hold her tears back, crying into his pillow she felt like she had just lost everything again. As Alex splashed water upon his face and looked into the mirror he could see his own heart breaking, walking back into the bedroom his eyes focused on Sarah crying upon his bed. Instinctively Alex went to her side and reached out to caress her, pulling back for a moment she looked into his eyes and watched how quickly they changed. "I'm sorry baby; I didn't mean to make you cry. You mean the world to me, you know that! The last thing I want to do is hurt you, I just don't want to lose you." Alex said as he softly wiped away the tears Sarah had let fall, going to speak Sarah shushed his lips and spoke. "I don't regret last night Alex; it wasn't just a bit of fun to me! I just don't to lose my best friend either; I'd be lost without you." Pulling herself up upon her elbows and looking deep in his eyes there seemed to be an unasked question hanging in the air, one that both needed to answer but one that neither could. "So where do we go from here Sarah?" Alex was finally able to say, searching Sarah's eyes for some sign that she too wanted the same as he did. "One day at a time?" Was all Sarah could say, as she too searched his eyes. "Baby steps my darling baby steps, I will never hurt you." Alex said as he gently pulled Sarah into his arms, holding her there hoping this would never be wrong. Pulling back slightly Alex softly kissed Sarah, feeling the passion rise deep within them once more she moaned softly against his lips. Falling back upon the pillow Alex began to caress Sarah slowly again softly kissing his way all over her highly sensitive body, a soft moan escaping from her lips as her desire grew. Love is in The Air "Oh Alex..." Her lips and body grew hungry for his touch and soft caresses, their passion could now longer be fought. "I love you Sarah, you're my life. Stay with me?" Alex finally felt able to say, as he kissed her softly once more. "Oh Alex, I love you too. I will never leave your side, forever Alex forever." Sarah managed to breathlessly whisper as his every touch and kiss took her breath away, holding him close as their desire and passion became stronger; giving herself to him once more they both knew this was going to be forever. Love is in the Air "Okay, I think we had better get out. Is there anyone outside?" I asked "I heard the guy who was waiting go into the other one," "Oh good." I said. "I'll go first. Wait a little bit, the follow me," she said. She opened the door slowly with one hand, holding onto mine with her other. Looking around carefully, she turned back, smiled at me, and slipped out of the bathroom, her fingers sliding away from mine only at the last moment. I counted to thirty, then made my own escape back to my seat. Diana had already set herself up in the seat next to me. "Hello," she said breezily, her seat fully reclined. Her face was flushed and her uniform a bit wrinkled but otherwise there was no sign that she had just had hot sex in an airplane bathroom. "How do you feel?" I asked. "Just great," she said. "And you?" "About the same," I said. "That... that was amazing," she said. "Yeah," I said, trailing off. "I suppose it's a dumb question, but... are you... seeing someone?" "No, of course not." She turned her head all the way towards me and looked at me earnestly, clasping my hand in hers. "Would you?" "Only if her name is Diana and she's sitting in the wrong seat somewhere six miles up between Richmond and Denver," Her face had tensed up and now it relaxed into a big smile. "Here, we ought to exchange contact information first," I said. "That just might help," she said. I pulled out my business card holder and my address book and gave her a card. She insisted on writing all her contact info out herself in an exquisitely calligraphic but consistently readable script. "Diana M. Carisbrooke," I said, reading the name. "Yours truly," she said. "Your handwriting is really good." "Thanks," she said. "So... are you going to keep with this job?" I asked. "I hope to go to law school soon, become a corporate attorney. Then I can become more stationary," she said. "Good idea." "You'll be around, won't you?" she asked. "You bet your booty I will," I said. "I bet my booty will keep things that way, too," she said with a wink. "It can't hurt," I admitted, brushing my hand on her thigh. She leaned back once more as I put away my address book. "This job wasn't such a bad idea after all," she said. "How do you figure?" I asked. "I figure this," she said, reaching for my hand. Holding hands, we dozed for what must have been a couple hours until the captain's voice came on the PA. "We are now beginning are descent into Denver... It is 2:34 AM local time. Temperature is about 49 degrees with little winds and no precipitation..." "Tell you what, I have a few days off that I'll lose pretty soon if I don't use them up. I can't think of a better use." "Perfect," I said. "I take it you already have a hotel booked," she said. "Yeah, I do. One queen bed." "Perfect," she quoted. "I have to do my job during the day..." "... and I won't let you leave the room at night," she whispered. "I doubt I would want to," I said. She smiled. "I have some law books I need to read anyway. I'll do that when you're out." "Sounds like a plan," I said. She got up and did her schpiel to the passengers about not taking their seatbelts off and getting up until the plane was completely stopped and how Pan Am hoped to have their business again and how sorry they were about the delay. "...and we hope you have enjoyed your flight," she said, giving me a wink. I grinned as the usual fanfare of sarcasm erupted in coach. She put the PA microphone back and leaned over towards me. "I'm going to get the word out that I'm taking time off; it shouldn't take more than a few minutes. I'll meet you at the airport transit station - you know where that is?" I nodded and she continued, "Then we can go to your hotel. Which one is it, in case we get separated?" "The Four Seasons." "What a place..." "I'll take care of your stay, too." "Out of your own pocket?" she said incredulously. "Yeah." "No, you can't. I won't leech off you like that," she said. "Well..." "I won't let you!" she said. I wasn't sure what to make of it. "We could..." "We split my cost in half, at least. I insist." "Oh, all right..." "We're at the gate. Off you go. See you in a bit, cutie," she said, smiling and patting me on the shoulder. I grabbed my entire luggage and gave her a little peck on the cheek when nobody was looking. At the gate I bought a cup of coffee and a Wall Street Journal and took the escalator down to the transit station, picking out a seat and unfolding my paper. About twenty minutes later I saw a hand pull down my newspaper. Diana's face appeared again, wearing an eager smile. I folded the paper and gave her another look-over. She was carrying her luggage too and had put on a trenchcoat. "You must be cold," she said. "A little bit," I said. She sat next to me and put her arms around me. "There ought to be some taxis coming soon. Traffic jam's causing a bottleneck half a mile that way," she said, pointing. "How do you know all this stuff?" "You get that way, you know where to find things out and what to look for," she said. "Good skill for a lawyer." "I hadn't thought of it that way," she said. A taxi showed up and we hurried towards it. The driver got out and put our stuff in the trunk. I opened the back door and let Diana in, the got in myself. "Where to?" he asked. "The Four Seasons, please," I said. He gave us a knowing look. She leaned back in the seat and smiled at me. The ride took only a few minutes and check-in just a few more. As we rode up the elevator to the 10th floor she leaned towards me. "When we get inside I want you to put your stuff down right away. I want some action," Diana whispered. The doors opened to an ornate hallway. "Last one to the door is a rotten egg!" she shouted, running down the hall. I stumbled after her, dragging my stuff with me. I hurriedly unlocked the door with my key and we walked in, putting our luggage on the ground and closing the door. She immediately walked me to the side of the bed. "How shall we dispose of these things?" she asked, tugging at my jacket. I shrugged. "A card game, perhaps?" she offered. "You have cards?" She opened up a side pocket and took a pack out. "Poker, five cards, lowest hand loses their bet," she said, dealing the cards. I had a pair of tens, an ace of hearts, a three of diamonds and a two of spades. "I bet my trenchcoat." "Jacket." We traded in cards. "I raise you with my jacket," she said. "I call your raise with my tie." "Whatcha got?" she asked. It turned out we both had pairs of tens. "Let's just both lose," she said. "Well losing is winning, I suppose," I said. "Last person with an item gets to pick the first position," she said. It was all organized to her. I took off my jacket and my tie. Diana removed her coat and uniform jacket. I won the next round and her blouse. She slowly unbuttoned it, delighting at my anticipation. Eventually it came off. Her trim, shapely figure matched her lacy bra. "That's hot," I said. "Things are only getting hotter from here on out, so you better get used to it," she said. I lost the next hand and my shirt and pants. I was down to my boxers, much to my feigned annoyance. "Well, well..." she said, grinning. "Shut up and deal me another hand," I said with a laugh. She did so and I won with a flush, taking her skirt. She slowly slid it off, revealing lean thighs and a white thong. With a graceful flip, she jumped on the bed and lay on her side, tossing her ponytail at me. Her arms and legs were long, slender and smooth, almost shiny. Her hips and torso were similarly slim, emphasizing her well-shaped breasts. She had a thin, graceful neck, with a well-defined jawbone and smooth chin, a mildly pointy nose, big gray eyes, and a killer smile. She displayed this at me as she dealt another hand. I had a straight but lost anyway. She burst out laughing. "Well, pay up," she said. As soon as I did so she put her hands to her bra catch. "I bet you want a better look at these, huh?" she said. "I would actually." "Good." she said, unhooking the bra and throwing it aside. They looked even better than they had in the airplane bathroom. "And perhaps this?" she said, sticking her finger in her thong line. "That would be nice," I said. She slowly pulled it down, turning so her side was facing me so I couldn't see anything. The thong finally came off and she kicked it aside, then turned to me and spread her legs wide open, revealing an inviting opening. "Would you like to eat some of this?" she asked with a grin. "I sure would," I said, gazing at her moist pussy lips. "Stand up," she said. I obeyed and she got down on her knees. "I get a lollipop first," she said with a smile. I raised an eyebrow; that was an unusual line. She grinned and then grabbed my cock and took it in her mouth, sucking on it and sending a shock up my spine; the sudden stimulation almost made me think I had been struck by lightning. I tried my best to massage her shoulders and perhaps hit a few nerve endings but her blowjob was unbeatable in power. I was soon on the verge of spilling a wad down her throat when she pulled me out of her mouth with a wet sucking sound. "Oh, no, you're going to save that treat for my package, dear," she whispered in response to my look of one betrayed. Then she jumped up on the bed, her spry body making the slightest of pressures upon the springs, and spread her legs. "Come and get it!" she said with a smile. I needed no further prompting and got on my knees in front of the bed, my head surging forward between her thighs. I began to eat her pussy, carefully at first but more intensely as she moaned, putting a hand on the back of my head to ease me deeper. When I sensed she was on the edge I freed my head and looked up at her. She had her head thrown back, her mouth gasping for air and her hands on her chest, kneading her breasts. Her calves wrapped behind my neck, allowing her to spread her legs and push my face between them at the same time. My tongue teased her clit, then licked her pussy lips one last time. When I stopped she looked at me, frowned, but then gave a giggling laugh. "What goes around comes around, hmm?" she said, looking down at me and wagging a finger at me. I just nodded. At length she pulled me to my feet, letting her legs dangle over the bed. "Now, back to the original business at hand..." she said. "Which was?" "I'm getting laid tonight, mister," she said. "Oh, right." "And you promised you'd help with that." "Okay Diana, fine, if I must." I said, feigning reluctance. She grinned and swatted my cheek playfully. "Now, I want it... from behind," she said, getting on her hands and knees on the bed. "You want me to do all the work?" I said. "Just for a little bit," she said. I got behind her and lined up my cock with her moist slit. "Cmon. Fuck my brains out." Slowly, I slid inside her, drawing a quiet moan. I started with a slow pace, putting my hands on her ass and sliding in and out of her. She was wet and ready for me. "Faster," she instructed. I picked up the pace, thrusting into her with a slapping sound. She shivered as the pleasure ran up her spine. We continued this way for a few minutes, but then I had to slow down a bit since it was hard work. Apparently wanting more, she grabbed me and threw me on my back, pinned my arms, and impaled herself on my cock. To my surprise, she was so strong I couldn't get up if I had tried. "My turn!" she said, almost like a little girl on a playground. A very naughty little girl. She reached up to her ponytail and pulled the band out, letting her hair down. She started working my cock, her hips crashing on mine every time she came down. Her cries of pleasure grew louder and louder until she relaxed her grip on me and I managed to free my arms and push her gently on her back. Her dirty blonde hair got a little disorganized as her head hit the soft white pillow. With a laugh, she took my move and ran with it, spreading her legs wide open. I put my cock back inside her and started to fuck her with all my strength, pounding her pussy with rapid strokes. She wrapped her arms around my neck and held my face close to hers. "I'm not letting you go until I cum," she said expectantly. I replied with a particularly strong thrust. "Ooh... I liked that..." she whispered. "Keep it up." Each thrust made her gasp a little, a cute exhalation that came right after each collision of our bodies. I brought my lips to hers and began to kiss her passionately, drawing a grateful "mfffhmmm." She bucked her hips at me, trying to speed my entry. "Oh fuck yeah... fuck me like that baby," she whispered, gasping for air. She ran her hands up my neck, sending a tingling through my nerves. I obeyed her, pushing deep into her. "I'm about to..." I said breathlessly. "Me too... go for it," she said, pushing her hips back up against mine and spreading her legs a little wider. I stuffed my dick into Diana's thirsty cunt one more time and could hold back no longer, spraying a blast of cum into her. She screamed loudly, arching her back and pushing down on me to keep me inside her. Her fingers dug into my back, holding me close to her. She was unrestrained now, her full sexual energy exploding as she spasmed, caught in the throes of a cosmic orgasm. Time slowed as I pumped my juices into her. Slowly, her cries died down to gasps as she relaxed, breathing heavily. "You... are... amazing." she whispered as I collapsed on top of her, my eyes staring into hers. "So are you," I said. "I could see myself doing this every night," she said. I just kissed her. She pulled the covers over us and snuggled up to me, her naked body pressed tightly against mine. "You fucked me good," she whispered. "You fucked me better," I said. "Customer satisfaction is our top priority," she said with a wink, her hands caressing my back. "I'm sure as hell glad I flew Pan Am," I commented. She laughed. "I'm sure as hell glad you flew the Pan Am girl, too," she said. "I suspect I will become a frequent flier on the Pan Am girl," "No objections here," she said, wrapping her arms around my neck. We cuddled for a little while, just staring at each other. She spoke after a few minutes. "That time... in the plane..." she said, trailing off. "Yeah?" "Well... that was my first." It hit me like a train. I had taken her virginity and not even known. I felt a little bit guilty at the rushed nature of it all, although her evident pleasure mitigated it. "I don't believe it." "It was." "We... should have chosen a better time and place," I said. "No. You were really nice about it. It meant a lot, that a stranger would do that for me," she said. I couldn't even say anything so I just closed my eyes and kissed her. We were silent for a little while and then she spoke again. "Are we... a couple?" she asked, her eyes expectant. "Sure we are, Diana." "We've known each other for just a few hours," she said. It was more a statement of wonder than of doubt. "Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?" I said. "Well, you may have to nail me again, dear." I slid out of her and then rammed my cock back inside, drawing a surprised but pleasured gasp. Her mouth soon curled into a pleased smile. "Oh, you..." she said, giving me a peck on the cheek. I continued to wait for a real answer to my original question. She smiled, brushed a little bit of hair out of her face and said, "I like you, what can I say?" "I like you more." "Do you?" "Yeah." "Well... you know what?" "What?" "I love you." she whispered, her eyes moist. Suddenly she grabbed my head again, her mouth merging with mine in a frenzy of passionate French kisses that left me seeing stars. After what seemed like years, our lips parted. She stared at me for a few seconds, then burst out laughing. I did too. As it died down and we went to satisfied smiles, she put her arms around me again. We lay there for a few minutes, just taking it all in. After a while she yawned, covering her mouth politely. "We'd best get some sleep, dear." I said, rolling us on our sides. "Yeah, going to be a busy day tomorrow, right?" she said. "Definitely," "Goodnight, honey," she whispered, her had clasping mine. "Goodnight."