Love at First Bite
It had been ten minutes since the plane took off, and it was about this same time that the stranger beside me took out a notebook and pen from her backpack (the two previous items leading me to think she was charming), and wrote a message to me.
I tilted my head and watched the way she wrote. Long verticals, unpredictable loops; an unique style. When she at last finished her elegant scrawling, she pushed the notepad gently across her leg, closer to me.
"When we land, will you please fuck me in the family bathroom?"
I looked at her in what must have been complete terror. Not since a horror novel had I read a such outlandish request. And of me? I felt violated. I turned away and stuck up my hand above the seated passengers of the flight:
"Excuse me?" I called loudly. "This lady, she--" but the words vanished from my mouth as she tore up her own note in tiny, practiced rips, and ate the paper. Watching her throat swell as she swallowed made me unmistakably turned on; the lengths she was going to in order to not be caught, plus the context of the note... I didn't know whether to fall in love or be disgusted. I decided to test my own morality.
So when the stewardess found her way to my seat, inquiring about my outburst, I simply asked for a pillow "for this nice lady," and after the pillow arrived the woman set the pillow in her lap. I stared at her, hoping to appear cold and ruthless. But she only lifted her eyebrows at me, which I accurately translated as an invitation.
I placed my hand between her thighs (a series of movements obscured underneath the 100% cotton) and touched her until the end of the flight. There were moments when she would lean into me and try to reach between my legs, but I would lean over hard in response, crushing her against the window with my elbow piercing into her side, and breathe huskily into her ear like some backwards gentleman from an 80s porno:
By the time we landed, we couldn't get to the bathroom fast enough.
Unfortunately, among the predicted chaos of being removed from the family restroom for making "indecent noises" (though I promised the security guard it was just gas), I lost her number. She had written it down hastily on a paper towel, and I honestly think I may have accidentally thrown it away, believing it was just an ordinary paper towel, gifted to me by an extraordinary girl...