4 comments/ 32718 views/ 1 favorites Flight 109 By: HippieDyke For as long as I can remember, loud noises have terrified me. So why I was speeding along in the middle of the night toward the loudest place in town, I didn't quite know. The excitement built as the flashing red lights came into view. This seems to be the season for facing fears, letting loose. Plus, life has been a little dull lately. I get up at the same time every day, go off to the same job, come home to the same house, go to bed at the same hour, and start again the next day. Everyone needs a little fear in their life I think. I pulled cautiously into the parking lot and backed into a space closest to the chain link fence. During the day, the lot is usually packed with minivans full of parents wanting to show their children the planes close up. Thankfully, tonight it was deserted. I wasn't sure how I was going to react to this particular facing of terror and didn't want anyone to see my freak out. I've never been on a plane myself, feeling strongly that large metal objects are supposed to plummet from the sky. Aerodynamics be damned, gravity is an easier concept to understand. The thought of flying has always been a fascinating one, however. I had just put the car in park when the moment of truth was upon me. Ahead of me I could see the landing lights of a plane getting steadily closer and lower to the ground. Soon I could see the wheels extending from the bottom of the plane. My fingers gripped the steering wheel until my fingers were white. The plane got closer and closer. I fought to keep my eyes open as excitement and fear flooded through my body. This huge machine was on a direct collision course. I held my breath and bit my lip as the plane roared above me and landed flawlessly on the runway behind me. A shudder took over as I fought to catch my breath. I wanted so badly to chase after the plane to bring back that sensation of pure exhilaration. But the barbed wire atop the fence kept me at bay. My blood pulsed fast and hot through my veins, my mouth was dry and yet I could tell without touching that something else was very wet. I got out of the car, a little wobbly on my feet. The night air felt wonderfully cool against my skin. I stared out into the darkness, searching for the lights of another plane. It seemed like hours that I gazed longingly at nothingness. Finally I broke my gaze and turned back to the car. Well, I had faced my fear. Time to go home. But something was missing. I needed something more. "How crazy am I?" I whispered aloud. "That of all things, an airplane could make me feel this need, this desire, this… lust." I climbed onto the roof of the car and lay back to ponder this new insanity. My legs dangled over the windshield. I stared up at the blackness above, at the stars that twinkled in this nothingness. I dreamed of floating away to join the light and warmth of their embrace. The thought of the plane haunted my daydream. The long, smooth body. The hard shell. The power behind its force. The total control. The fast and yet somehow graceful flight. The thought of the plane made every inch of me tingle. My nipples hardened and pointed through my shirt toward the sky. I was dying to feel the cool air upon my breasts. Looking around to be sure that the lot was still empty, I leaned back again and lifted my shirt. In doing this, my hand gently brushed against my right nipple. I quickly sucked in my breath and bit my lip. I gently pinched my nipple as the thought of the plane came into mind again. I relived the previous moment of the plane, coming closer and closer until it was on top of me, pushing further, deeper into my soul. With this thought, my clit stood at attention, begging to be touched. I squeezed my legs together tightly. The pressure only added to my excitement. I let my legs fall to the sides. A light breeze crept up my short skirt and over my now pulsing pussy. I was now totally exposed to the sky. I could hear in the distance an indistinct hum. I lifted my head and looked at the sky before me. Still far away, I could see the unmistakable blinking of a plane light. My heart began to pound in rhythm with the light. One hand slid over my belly and slowly moved under my skirt. I moaned out loud as a single finger came into contact with my clit. I had to time this right. I was ready to explode right then. My finger began to slowly stroke my clit with the same timing as the blinking light until it felt that the light was touching me directly, was sending this sensation through my body. As the plane drew closer, my finger moved faster, keeping up with the seemingly increasing speed of the plane. My other hand alternately squeezed my breast and teased the nipple. My fingers daringly played near my hole as my body cried out to be fucked. The drone of the engine grew louder, soon drowning out any other sound. The landing light grew brighter, eliminating any other sight. The car beneath me was gone. All dangers were forgotten. It was only me and the plane. The tip of the plane emerged from the darkness. I spread my legs wide, welcoming it inside. I slipped one finger, then two inside while my thumb continued to play with my clit to the rhythm of the blinking light. My fingers slid in and out of my very wet pussy slowly at first and then as hard and powerful as the approaching plane. The idea that there were a few dozen people looking out the windows of the plane to see me naked and fucking myself on the roof of my car only excited me more. The plane was in direct line of my soaked pussy and the landing gear was down for a perfect landing inside me. The engine roared, filling my body with sound. My fingers slid in and out more vigorously as I looked between my knees to see the plane coming directly at me. In my line of sight, it seemed that the rounded tip of the plane had entered me. My body convulsed and my back arched as my orgasm tore through me. My scream was muffled by the engine. As I closed my eyes, it seemed that my body seemed to climb, as did the intensity of the orgasm. I floated in the air with the plane fucking me, screaming, moaning, exploding into a million stars. The wind rushed over my bare body as the plane passed overhead. I struggled to catch my breath, legs wrapped around my hand, body still spasming. I heard the soft thud as the plane touched land behind me. My arms fell to the side, my body limp. I lay on the roof of the car, naked to the sky, the aftershocks of my orgasm still pulsing through my body. Lights suddenly appeared from another car pulling into the parking lot. I quickly lowered my shirt and skirt as the car pulled into the spot next to me. I hopped down from the roof and immediately fell, spread eagle into the gravel. Apparently the muscles in my legs had not yet returned. I tried nonchalantly to stand and dust myself off. "Are you okay," said a male voice from the other car. "Yeah," was all I could say as I hurriedly climbed into my own car. "Don't you just love the planes," he said. I glanced up at the man, smiling at me. Without a word, I slid behind the wheel of my car. Headlights on, car in gear I pulled out of my parking space. I stopped at the road. Juices from my own pussy poured down the windshield. I smiled at this before turning on the windshield wipers. I checked the rearview mirror before pulling out onto the desolate road. The man was lying back on the roof of his car, a bulge in his pants pointing toward the sky. Flight 152 There I sat thinking to myself, I can't take it, I need it, God I need it. I glance around me and notice a woman sitting across the isle. There she sat rubbing her legs together, her calves exposed. Our eyes meet & we smile at each other. She licks her lips & pulls her skirt up slightly showing me her knees. I take a deep breath as I smile back. She speaks to me through her eyes; I can tell she was thinking the same that I was just a moment ago. She stands up and slightly motions for me to follow her. I stand & follow her, being sure to leave space between us so no one notices. She walks to one of the small restrooms at the back of the plane; she opens the door and smiles as she enters. I walk into the small cramped room pushing us closer together. She leans over and kisses me passionately, our tongues move wildly in each other's mouths. Our hands begin to move over one another's bodies, we caress each other through our clothing. Her hand moves under my blouse and bra cupping my large breasts in her warm hand. She sits on the edge of the sink, pulling her skirt up as she spreads her legs wide. My hand moves down under her skirt, moving aside her underwear, feeling her neatly kept pussy. My finger tips begin to spread her lips apart, I can feel her grow wetter as I do this. My two fingers slide smoothly inside of her, wiggling them around vigorously in her hot wet pussy. She tosses her head back with pleasure. Wanting to please her further I look into her blue eyes and kneel at the sink, placing her pussy directly in front of my face. I begin to tease her clit with my tongue, while she places a hand on my head as she moans quietly. My fingers penetrate her slowly moving in and out, I can feel her juices start to run down my fingers and onto the palm of my hand. I can hear a small squish every time I push further inside her pussy. My tongue moves over her clit, flicking it softly. I can feel her body twitch ever time that I flick her. I begin to roll my tongue over her clit, licking it with the flat of my tongue. I can feel become wetter and wetter the more I do this, her juices drip down onto my bottom lip. Just the taste of her drives me crazy, my tongue moves harder and faster. My fingers struggle to keep up the pace, penetrating her deeper and deeper. Her hand holds my head closer, burring my face in her pussy. She slips off the small sink; letting some juices trickle down her leg. We trade spots and I slid onto the sink pulling my skirt to my waist, exposing my soft shaven pussy. She kneels in front of me, and smiles as she moves closer. Her tongue spreads my lips, and licks back and forth, slipping the tip of her tongue inside, wiggling wildly. My hand moves to her head, and I run my fingers through her soft hair, as she gives me pleasure. She sits back for a moment and smiles up at me teasingly. She puts a finger in her mouth and sucks, making it wet then she slides that finger between my pussy lips moving further back, closer to my ass. She slips the tip inside of my tight ass, allowing a moan to escape my mouth. Seeing that I enjoy this she pushes her finger further inside and begins to lick my clit wildly. My juices flow, and I start to drip as she fingers me faster, and faster. Trying to keep quiet I bite my lower lip naturally I push my hips forward, giving her better access to my body. I keep throwing my head back with pleasure trying hard not to make a noise. The more I do this the faster and harder she licks me. Her finger goes deeper inside, adding another finger at the same time, stretching out my little hole with her fingers. My juices flow more and more; they start to run down between my lips, and to my ass where her fingers penetrate me fast. We hear the captain speak, "Ladies & Gentlemen, please return to your seats as we are approaching our final destination" giving me one last thrust and lick she stands up and licks her lips, tasting my juices on then, and feeling some on her chin as well. She whips her faces and straightens her skirt. I slip off the sink and do the same, fixing my shirt and smoothing my skirt. We look into each other's eyes and grin, we move closer and kiss deeply one last time. Her hand reaches around my head and she runs her fingers through my long hair. My hand reaches over to her face and touches her soft cheek gently. We open the door and find a man staring at us, grinning from ear to ear, probably hard as a rock from the thought of us together. If only he knew what had just gone on in that small room, probably fulfilling one of his many fantasies. We casually walk back to our seats and act as if nothing had happened. On our way to the baggage claim she walks up to me, we smile at each other remembering the flight that we were just on. The only words that are exchanged between us are our names, blushing slightly while we speak at the thoughts and feeling this stranger gave just moments before. I look back at her and smile as we walk our separate ways, knowing that I will never forget flight number 152. Flight 1573 It's an American flight on the way to Ireland, by way of Heathrow. One of those big 7-something-7's with the two seats, five seats, two seats pattern all across the steerage area. Actually, they're pretty comfortable, roomy seats. They'd have to be for a 10-12 hour trip, or people would go mad. And, as always, I've booked enough ahead to get into one of the two seat rows where I won't have to climb over 3 people just to sit down. I notice with pleasure that it's very empty and wonder how they can even afford to fly. The latest magenta alert has probably led people to cancel. Oh well, more room for me. I sigh happily and stretch in my cotton sundress. It's one of those 50's halter things that doesn't wrinkle much and always manages to look good. I've already kicked off my sandals and have my bare feet tucked up on the arm of the neighboring chair. Hey, maybe I'll even get to spread out into the seat next to me. But no. Someone is coming down the aisle. Fuck. I get my feet back on the floor and look up. Oh. It's you. The cute older guy from Political Science 101 who should be a major. The one who does the info tech stuff for the university (Hey, I told you in a vain attempt at recruiting, as a political scientist you might even make as much as some philosophers). One of the few A's. Oh well, then. That's not so bad. Really, that's not bad at all. You look as surprised as I was. We swap stories. They're sending you to some fancy weeklong conference in London as a bribe to keep you from going into private industry and making twice as much. I'm going to Ireland for a less fancy academic conference. We start talking politics and it turns out we're in total agreement -- something that we suspected from the class. I tell you to call me Emma. It's not like you're 18, for god's sake. We lower our voices when the lights are lowered and everyone who wants to remain awake plugs themselves into the movie, but we're far enough away from everyone not to bother them. The drinks cart comes around. I usually never order alcohol on planes, especially because I'm a teaspoon drunk, but you talk me into it. In about half an hour I'm feeling just a little lit and very happy. And you're looking more and more attractive in the dim light. We've already pushed the chair arm that's between us up, and our seat belts are off. I'm happy to see that you're getting less respectful. I make a joke at your expense and you pretend to swat me, and then pause and push my hair out of my face. "Your eyes are blue, right?" you ask, peering in the dim light. "Gray," I say, moving closer. "They look blue or green when I wear blue and green, but they're really gray." Our faces are only inches apart. The kissing just happens, it's not clear who started it at all. Both of us probably. And it's really good, completely sexy, kissing with... Oh dear. How did your hand get inside the top of my dress? Oh god. That feels way, way too good. Jesus. I'm a professor. This is a public place. I struggle upright from my semi-recumbant position (and how did that happen?) vainly trying to smooth my dress down and peering over the top of the seat to make sure no one saw us. "John.. John. We're on a plane for god's sake. John. Oh god. That's -- No. No. Stop it. You're my student. Really. I'm sorry if I led you on. You caught me by surprise. Really. We can't." You give me the look. The one you sometimes gave me in class. I'm not sure what it means but it always did something to me then and it's doing more to me now. I'm still babbling when you take my face in both your hands and kiss me. I feel your tongue in my mouth and I don't even remember what I was saying. Your hand is back on my breast and the sensation is so intense, it would kill me to stop it. You push me back a little against the wall and you hand slips under my skirt. I realize what's going to happen. I realize I'm absolutely incapable of stopping myself. It's kind of liberating in a completely terrifying way. I'm going to fuck someone on a plane. A populated plane with flight attendants and passengers and, my god, what if we get arrested or something? And yet my body is, as they say, on board with the idea. "Might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb," I mutter, turning off the reading lights and getting the blanket out from under the seat. "In for a penny." I drape it over our laps. And I move in. I love the way your erection feels through your pants. It's such a nice thing to stroke. I put my head on your shoulder as if I were napping when the flight attendant passes us, and I continue running my hand along your thighs and cock. Soon I'm reaching for the zipper. You, meanwhile, have taken advantage of the blanket to reach into my panties and begin stroking as well. It feels wonderful. It feels perfect. I sink lower in my seat, keeping an eye out, and duck under the blanket. I kiss your cock. The tip, the side, down near the base. I run my tongue along the shaft and then take all of you in my mouth. I hear a muffled exclamation from above and now your fingers are inside me. Trying to keep my movements minimal (a heaving blanket would surely give the game away to a passerby, I think, vainly trying to remember whether our remote seat is in between someone else's seat and the bathroom) I move your cock in and out of my mouth. But sucking involves less lateral motion. Mmmm. OK. That works. I suck, pretending you're one of those nice, long, hard, gigantic pieces of stick candy. It's a little frustrating -- the needing to keep still. I can only keep up the suction on part of the length. Though you don't seem to be experiencing my logistics problem as something to object to. All to the good. I come up for air, peering past you lap into the aisle. No one. Good. You take me by the shoulder and kiss me. "Bathroom," you murmur. "Down there." I feel like I'm high, not just tipsy. I start to giggle watching you. In fact, I'm giggling uncontrollably at the sight of your trying to fit your erection back into the pants from whence it came. "Like one of those evil inflatable rafts that opens in a small space," I sputter, trying to get a hold of myself. You give me a look that says I will pay, and take me by the arm, having achieved a very tight and uncomfortable accommodation. We pass a few sleeping people, and a couple watching television. No one looks at us. The restroom sign is ahead. None are taken. We slip into a cubicle. Oh, thank god. It doesn't smell, and it's clean. I'd been worried. I didn't think I could have coped otherwise. It's rather like being in a largeish solid plastic phone booth. We face each other and you kiss me. I feel myself melting. My knees are, literally, weak. There's a small counter, rather high, and you lift me up to sit on it, pushing my skirt above my waist. I've already lowered my panties and flick them off my foot as you liberate the problematic erection, which appears to me to have taken on the guise of a heat seeking missile. Well, then, there's only one place for it to go. And it does. It takes a while to figure out where and how to brace myself, but then I can concentrate on the feel of your cock pushing into me. First the tip. Then a little deeper. Then turbulence or enthusiasm or both makes you lunge and I almost shout at the painful, wonderful bigness of it stretching me out, filling me up. You brace yourself against the door and one wall and begin to pump, picking up speed as my breath begins to come in gasps and my legs wrap around your waist. Then you lift me and turn to sit on the closed toilet seat, me in your lap, legs on the floor this time for a little traction. Now I begin to move, throwing my arms around your back and forth, grinding into you until I can feel the orgasm crashing over me as your mouth muffles my scream. And now it's you coming, your arms tightening around me like a vise, both of us shuddering in the aftershock, both of us still out of control. Flight 169 to Denver I am nervous as I board the plane. I am on my way to Denver for a job interview but by the time I am through security, I have torn my nylons and am quickly losing my confidence. A little pep talk to myself in the mirror of the ladies room (after I discard the torn nylons) and the knowledge that I have a spare pair in my suitcase to put on later is enough to keep me going. Oh No! I groan as I realize I am sitting in the very last row of the plane. My first consolation is that I haven’t eaten anything yet, so at least my stomach should stay calm. My second consolation walks down the aisle a minute later, Hot damn! He is fine! What are the odds he’s gonna sit back here with me? mmmm, not bad! As I stand up to let him slide past my aisle seat towards his window seat, I study him quickly from head to toe. Hair, sandy blond, a little long, just starting to curl. Shirt, long sleeved black T-shirt, tight enough to reveal that his working out is paying off. Trousers, good ol’ Levis. Not bad! Sitting back down, we both buckle our seat belts and busy ourselves stashing our bags after digging out our reading material, he a newspaper, I, my article about the company I’m going to be visiting. Finally, settled, we both glance at each other and say hello. (Wow, what a great smile!). I try to sneak a peak at the front of jeans, but see that he’s watching my gaze. Oops, busted! I return his knowing smile pick up my reading. Uh Oh! Now I see why he’s smiling…sometime during all this, my blouse’s top two buttons had come undone giving him a perfect view of my bra and breasts (which were doing their best to escape). Now what? Do I fix it or just let him enjoy the show? Aw, the hell with it! My blazer will hide the view from the two guys across the aisle…I’ll just let him ogle away. As the plane takes off, I close my eyes and lean my head back forcing myself to relax. Trying to concentrate on anything other than my nerves. I unclench my fists but it’s a concerted effort. Ah, at last, we’re leveling out a bit, I open my eyes, take a breath, and glance over at my seatmate again. His gray eyes are looking straight into mine. “Nervous?” he asks. “Yes, a bit. I’m ok though.” He’s still staring. I’ve seen the effect my green eyes have on men before, and this one does not appear to be the exception. I decide to force his hand. Without breaking his gaze, I let my hands caress and cup each one of my breasts. I watch his face and see the realization (and pleasure) in his eyes. Slowly, still looking at him, I slide one hand in between the open buttons of my blouse. Mmm, I can’t believe how hard my nipples are already – I think I’m turning myself on, maybe even more than I’m turning HIM on. By now, my breasts were already starting to ache. I hesitate for a second and then with a snap, unhook my bra at the front. As my heavy breasts break free, both nipples get even harder, and I use two hands now to pinch them, closing my eyes while I concentrate for a few moments on my own pleasure. When I open them again, I look back at him noticing he’s shifted position. Hmmm, looks like I’m having an effect on him. Very nice! All, of a sudden I’m quickly brought back to earth (and frantically close my blazer over my open blouse) as I see the flight attendant approaching us with the beverage cart. “Ice water, please.” She passes him his Coke and we each place our beverage on the tray over the empty seat in between us. Once she moves on, I too, reposition myself in the seat, sliding the arm up on the seat next to me, and placing my right knee up on the seat and my back towards the aisle. I’m well aware of the fact that my skirt has slid up and now reveals a great deal of my thigh. He appears to notice it too and his eyes follow my hand as I push it up even farther...but not too far. Stopping to take a sip of my water, I lick my lips and then take an ice cube out from between my lips and holding it between my two fingers, I slide over my jaw and down my neck. His lips start to curl in a smile as his eyes follow the wet trail down to the valley between my breasts and over each erect nipple in turn. As my fingertips start to go numb, I reach toward him and place the ice cube in his gaping mouth. It is my turn to watch as he sucks on that ice cube until it’s gone and the last few drops slide down his throat. He seems to be waiting for my next move. So, I carry on pinching my own wet nipples until they are warm again. By now, although my fingers and nipples have dried, another part of me is soaking wet. I’m pretty sure he can see my black panties under my dark skirt and don’t know whether to be grateful or disappointed that he can’t see the wet stain that’s starting to form. Should I do it? Damn, I can’t believe I’m even thinking about it, but why not? It’s not like I’ll ever see him again? The voices in my head, carry on, while my hand slides toward my hem. There is definitely a bulge in those jeans of his now as I carry on with my show. He actually leans forward a bit for a better view as my fingers reach their target and slide my panties over to the side. He nods (in appreciation?) at my clean-shaven pussy and I wonder if he can see how wet it is. I slide a still cool finger into the warmth and wetness, closing my eyes and suppressing a moan. Pulling it back out, I know now that he can see the juices glistening on my hand and finger. I smile and part my lips as I start to move my wet finger towards my mouth, and them stop in mid air and bring it to his mouth instead. I slowly run it over his lips, leaving a taste of me and jump with a start when he grabs my wrist to keep me from taking my hand away. Oh! I move my gaze from his lips to his eyes, nervous for just a second, until I see the playfulness in his. I can’t help but look at his lips again, as he sucks my first two fingers into his mouth, first one and then the other. Oh God! I know he can see my chest heaving as I start breathing heavy. I can feel the flush rising up my neck. Suddenly, as quickly as he grabbed it, he lets go of my hand and looks directly at my still throbbing pussy indicating, with a look, that I should return to my task at hand. Happy to oblige (and horny as hell!), I slide my fingers back in between my legs. I let myself relax and simply concentrate on the sensations that my own hand is causing. I lean my head back, close my eyes, and gently pinch my clit between my two fingers. It gets warmer and larger as I continue to rub it. I know my face is red and my lips are parted and I’m breathing a lot heavier (and almost as loud) as the sleeping men across the aisle. I cover my mouth with my other hand to hide a moan. I quicken the pace and debate teasing myself to avoid cumming too fast, and move with a jerk when I feel his fingers closing around my nipple. This time, I gasp out loud before I can stop myself, and glance furtively around in the hopes that no one noticed. However, even my nerves can’t stop the flow of the oncoming orgasm, and I feel myself shudder in a violent, but hopefully silent orgasm under his touch and throb under mine. Opening my eyes again, still trying to catch my breath, I turn my head toward him and am surprised to see his other hand openly stroking his cock. When did he undo his trousers? I wonder silently. As my pulse slows again and I return to earth, I watch him with open admiration both for his technique and for the beautiful member he holds in his hand. He looks up at me to make sure I’m watching. I quickly drain my water and shove the cup in the seat pocket so I can close the tray between us and edge a bit closer. My body continues to hide the view from anyone in the aisle. I have to touch it! A cock like that is too good to pass up! With a single glance towards my hand and then to his face, I see him grant his permission with barely a nod. Reaching out, I wrap my fingers around his hot and hard dick. Mmmm, even though I just came, my mind is already wondering what it would feel like to have him inside of me. My pussy throbs at the thought of it, even as the juices from my earlier orgasm continue to soak my panties (and most likely the seat beneath me). I glance behind me to make sure we don’t have and audience and then lean forward for a taste of the precum glistening at the tip. Now, it’s his turn to muffle a moan, as I slide my mouth over the head and gradually suck his entire shaft into my mouth and throat. I slow for a minute, letting my muscles relax, and then, slowly pull off of it again, sucking all the while. As it slides out from between my lips, I look into his face again, and for the first time, see his eyes closed. A little disappointed that I don’t have an audience, I take his whole cock in my mouth once again, a little harder and faster this time until I am fucking him rhythmically with my mouth. When I stop the next time (with my mouth still full of him), he obliges me by looking at me. Actually, he can’t seem to look away now as his shaft slides in and out from between my lips. My tongue moves constantly as his cock slides in and out, playing special attention to that little ‘v’ at the underside of his head. He reaches out with his left hand sliding my long hair out of the way so he can see better, and then continues to keep his hand on the back of my head while I carry on sucking and teasing and tasting every inch of his shaft. His grip on my hair tightens and he pushes my head farther on to him. I begin to feel his balls tighten and cock throb and I know my mouth will soon be filled with his cum. I back off a little bit so Ill be able to swallow every drop without choking. With a low guttural cry, and an even stronger grip on my hair, his cock begins to jerk in my mouth as he spurts his seed. I continue to lick and suck until his breathing and throbbing have slowed, being careful not to leave a mess. I straighten up, look at him again, and smile as I lick the last drop off of my lips. He chuckles softly, and I don’t quite know what he is expecting from me when he reaches out his left hand toward me. “Hi, I’m Stephen.” Now, it is I who chuckles as I grasp his hand in mine, “Hi, I’m Wendy, nice to meet you.” The planes engines slow along with are pulses. “So, are you going to Denver on business?” he asks. “Well, an interview, actually.” “Oh, good luck to you. I’m sure that with your talent you’ll do fine.” He replies with a wink. “Where are you staying?” “The hotel at the airport. What about you?” “I’ve got a meeting first thing in the morning, downtown, so I was going to book a room there. Any chance you’re free for dinner tonight?” Why not?! I ask myself once again, I gotta eat! and giggle as it occurs to me that I just have. I sober up quickly as I watch him tuck himself in and rezip his trousers and I realize that I am not done with him yet…. Eh, so what if I don’t get the job (or a whole lot of sleep tonight!), I’ll go ahead and sleep on the plane on the way home tomorrow.