I was in a dream

Looking out the window, I was in a dream of where my life would go from here. I could see the baggage crew guys loading our luggage onto the bottom of our plane and the guys loading the fuel tanks onto the plane. It was a beautiful day outside here in Los Angeles and yet my mind was elsewhere, wondering where my life was going to go from here. My marriage was finally over and I didn't know what else to do but to go home to my parents in Virginia.

I still couldn't believe as many times as I had tried to make my marriage work, my husband still kept on running around on me with other women. I couldn't compete with the younger girls, not that I was old at the ripe age of 20, soon to be 21. I was a model with a great tan. I was 5' 5", 125 lbs. and what I was always told were the perfect body measurements, 36-24-36.

It was our 1-year anniversary and I had gone out of my way to prepare our special dinner by candlelight. I had my best lace tablecloth on the table with flowers, candles and the works. Jack kept asking me over and over, "When will dinner be ready?” I was feeling rushed to hurry and didn't know why. It didn't matter to him that it was our first anniversary. Something else was definitely on his mind. While I was cooking, Jack said he needed to go to his car and close his windows because it was suppose to rain. Well I thought that was rather strange, considering it was very sunny outside. We lived in an apartment and I decided when he left to go to his car I would follow him. When I thought the coast was clear I followed him out the door. I came to some double doors in the hall of our apartment building and stopped to hear voices on the other side of the doors. I was startled to hear him on the phone telling whoever it was that he would be late because I was taking my good old time. I knew in my heart that he was talking to another woman. I burst through the doors and asked who he was talking to. He said it was a friend and I grabbed the phone from his hand. I spoke into the receiver and asked, "Who is this?" and of course no one replied. That was all I needed to know that it was another woman he was speaking to. Needless to say after arguing, our first layer wedding cake went right in his face! This wasn't the first time he had been unfaithful and I knew now, it wouldn't be the last.

We were married on April 15th the year before and my parents were not happy about me marrying him. They wanted me to be happy. Dad tried all the way up to the night before my wedding to talk me out of it. Within the first couple months we were married Jack had stayed out all night and told me he had stayed with a friend named Bobby because he had drunk too much to drive home. We had plans this same day to go to our state amusement park with his supervisor and other co-workers at his job, and while we were in line to ride the roller coaster I noticed a big hickey on his neck. It had been covered with makeup that had rubbed off enough for me to see. The problem was I knew that I didn't put that hickey on his neck. That was the first of our problems of many to follow. I must have left him 15 times before I finally accepted that there was no way I would make this marriage work. Now I sat on this plane and I knew in my heart it was finally over.

As I was staring out the window in a daze, all I could think about was the events that had just taken place in my life over the past year and at the same time, all I could think of is what kind of person would sit next to me on this plane. I had pictured some elderly lady or maybe an old man.

I closed my eyes and tears came to my eyes over what was happening in my life. Not only was my marriage over, I was leaving behind the best job I had ever had. I was an undercover armed security guard, working as a receptionist for a bank in LA on the 54th floor. I had gone through special training in LA and they hired me because I looked like one of the girls on “Charlie’s Angels.” I just sat there for a few minutes with my eyes closed, not aware of all the people taking their seats. I was feeling sorry for myself, wondering how could so much happen to me in just a short time. Then I heard the flight attendant tell everyone, "Please prepare yourself for take off. Please fasten your seatbelts."

I opened my eyes and turned to buckle my seat belt. I looked over to see the person next to me. I wasn't even aware that he had sat down. I took one look at him and I thought he was the most amazing looking, distinctive man I had ever seen. He had the looks of a movie star, dressed in a dark blue business suit. He was sooooo good looking that I couldn't stop looking at him out the corner of my eye. He looked me straight in the eyes as if he could read my mind, and with embarrassment I swallowed and looked back out the window so he wouldn't see me staring at him. In my mind I was asking myself how I could be so lucky to get this man beside me.

This was the first time I had ever flown on a plane and I was scared to death. I had butterflies in my stomach as the plane was preparing for take off. I looked at all the stuff in the seat in front of me. It had the instructions in case of an emergency and a barf bag, which I kept close. I looked one more time over at the man next to me and laid my head back on the headrest and closed my eyes for take off.

The next thing I knew, the flight attendant said everything was clear and we could take our seat belts off and use the restroom, smoke and move around. I looked around the plane to see who was across the isle when this guy reached over with his hand to shake mine. He said, “Hi I'm Steve."

I took his hand and said "Hi I'm Chloe, nice to meet you." I felt his eyes look me over and I stopped to look at myself and had forgotten that I had dressed up nice for this ride home. I had on this cute blue skirt with a nice, dressy blue shirt and high heels. My hair was dark brown and nicely cut in a blunt shoulder length and I never left home without makeup on. My dad always said I looked like a china doll. I still couldn't believe that this handsome guy was sitting next to me.

Steve started asking me questions about where I was going and one conversation led to another and we discovered that we lived an hour and half apart. The flight attendants came around and asked if we would like a drink. Steve asked if he could buy me a drink and I said sure. I don't remember how many drinks he had bought me, but the next thing I remember is he leaned over and softly kissed me on the lips before he went to the restroom. My heart was beating faster and I could feel the heat of excitement flowing throughout my body. We spent 5 hours getting to know each other. Our plane finally landed at Chicago O'Hare airport, where Steve would leave me to catch his next flight home. Since we both had an hour layover, Steve asked if I would get off with him and he would get me back to my next gate. How could I say no to this man?

Steve walked around with me for a little bit and then wanted to go somewhere more private. He found this area where there wasn't anyone around and pulled out a joint and asked me if I ever smoke any. I told him it wasn't something I did often, but I would with him. We smoked a little and then he leaned over and his lips touched mine. I could feel my pussy getting wet with excitement. And he pulled me even closer to him and hugged me as he kissed me. I could tell, with his body up close to me, that he was hard and wanted me. He moved his hands over my breasts and slipped his hands down in my skirt. I wanted him so bad, but knew nothing was going to happen at the airport. I could feel myself throbbing inside wanting to take him any way I could. It was all we could do to resist each other. I told him we had better stop before we got caught. He didn't want to, but knew he had better.

Before I knew it, he had taken me back to the gate where my plane was. I was so wasted from drinking and smoking weed that I didn't know if I was coming or going. We exchanged phone numbers before we left. Steve kissed me goodbye and told me how thankful he was to meet me and would look forward to seeing me again. He left me at the gate and all of a sudden I felt all alone again. I sat in my seat on that plane thinking about what had just happened and before I knew it, I had fallen asleep. I awoke to the flight attendant telling me we had arrived at our destination. I was excited to get off the plane and see my dad. In the back of my mind I couldn't stop thinking about this amazing guy Steve I met on the plane.

A couple weeks later...
The phone rang and I jumped to answer it as I always did. It was my ex-husband Jack. I had to talk to him to find out if it were true what my sister had finally told me. She told me that my husband had made a pass at her just 2 weeks after we were married in our own bedroom. We had all been smoking weed and were pretty wasted. I had to know the truth. He finally said it was, and I accepted what he told me and knew at that moment I would never go back to him. My marriage really was finally over.

As soon as I hung up the phone, almost immediately it rang again. Steve had caught me off guard. I had honestly felt I would never hear from him again. We talked for a few minutes and then he told me he had to come to town for a business meeting on Thursday and would be staying at the Sheraton Hotel and wanted to know if I would have dinner with him. I told him that I would be glad to and we set a date. It was all I could think about. I got off the phone and for the first time told my mom all about him and how I had met him on the plane.

Thursday night finally came and I was so nervous. I couldn't decide on what to wear. It was cold outside, so I wore my favorite ivory wool slacks and a brown print sweater with dressy brown boots. I was pacing the floors. Steve picked me up right at 6:00 p.m. We gave each other a hug and he opened the door and let me in. As he drove away, we spent time catching up since I got home. We went to a nice restaurant for dinner and talked for hours over drinks. When we finished he asked if I would like to go to his hotel room to visit for a little while. I told him that would be great. My heart was pounding a mile a minute, being with what I thought was the most astonishing man I had ever been out with in my life. He was tall, dark and handsome. Everything a woman would want. When we drove up to the hotel, I couldn't believe how nice and luxurious it was. The best you could ask for.

Steve closed the door to his room and immediately grabbed me into his arms and kissed me with such passion. My heart was all his at that moment. I was drawn into this man’s world, not knowing a lot about him.

He slowly led me over to his bed and laid me down. We kissed for a few minutes and then his hands started moving slowly over my breasts. I could feel my nipples were hard and excited by his touch. I could also feel by the hardness in his pants that he wanted me. My panties were getting wet with excitement. I knew there was no stopping me this time. I tried to slide my hands down his pants, but he was so big and hard that it made it impossible, so I unbuckled his pants and zipper and massaged him through his shorts. Steve started helping me undress and I helped him. There was a small lamp on, so it wasn't dark. He said he wanted to see every bit of my body. When he slipped his pants off I was in total shock at the size of his dick. I had never in my life seen one so big. He must have been all of 9 inches and at least 3 inches thick. My pussy was getting wetter and wetter just looking at it.

We lay on the bed for a few minutes exploring each other’s bodies. I moved over and started kissing his chest as I kissed my way down to his dick. I couldn't wait to get him in my mouth. I licked him all around and finally licked him with my tongue before taking him into my mouth. I wanted to give him the best blow job he had ever had, but he was so big that it was all I could do take half of him in my mouth. I had to wrap both my hands around him at the same time I sucked him. I played with him for a few minutes and then he flipped me over on my back and started kissing my breasts. He kissed me all over and started messaging my pussy with his fingers. He slipped one finger at a time in and out of my pussy until he had 4 fingers inside me. Then he pulled out and got down between my legs. He started licking my pussy all around the outside. He slowly stuck his tongue in and out of me while I tried to hold still. He took his tongue out and started licking my clit and fingering me at the same time. No one had ever done this to me before. I couldn't take it any longer and had my first orgasm that felt like it lasted forever. Steve moved up on top of me. He went to put his dick inside of me and it was so big that I had to tell him to please be careful. I had never had anyone this big before. My pussy was in for the ride of its life. I was moaning so loud. He fucked me harder and harder and I started massaging my clit myself at the same time, to make myself cum. Within a few minutes Steve came inside of me, filling me with his juices.

We both crashed from exhaustion beside each other. I couldn't believe what had just happened.