Too friendly

Samson woke up in his seat as a particularly large bout of turbulence shook the cabin. From his cramped seat he could just barely make out the lights of the mid-plane galley. He idly wondered if Anna was still awake, or if it was her off-shift time. The attendant had been very friendly, even sharing with him a list of her favorite places in St. Petersburg and offering to show him around if she had time over the next few days.

The rest of the plane seemed to have ignored the plane shaking, and the dark cabin soon had him drifting off into sleep again. Then, a figure walked out of the galley and made its way down the aisle. Anna's lithe frame had a seductive swing to it as she walked past the snoozing passengers. Without saying a word, she kneeled in front of Samson's seat and unzipped his fly. By the time his brain had processed what was occurring, her hands were wrapped around his dick.

Feeling like he had to be dreaming, Samson looked around to see if anyone else was seeing this. When he saw who was sitting in the aisle seat across from him, his heart sank.

"What the hell do you want?" Samson demanded.

The very well dressed man looked affronted. "Why, that's no way to greet an old friend, even one you so coldly threw out into the night."

Samson swallowed the rage that was building up inside of him, and spat back, barely above a whisper.

"You ruined my life! I was going to be a priest, a man of God! You seduced me to the fucking dark side and then my entire life fell apart. Threw you out into the night- ha! You left me in a pile of vomit behind a strip club, and all I did was not go looking for you again. And I haven't ever regretted it."

"We both know you didn't really want that. Sure you applied to seminary, but your weakness for the fairer sex wasn't something I exploited. What could I possibly have to gain? All I did was show you what living is. Now you've got some boring -ass job in finance that you hate- no, don't deny it! Why else would you want to flee to a second world country?"

"I'm going to a wedding."

Samson tried to ignore his old acquaintance, but Anna's ministrations on his very needy member was reminding him of the "old days."

"Oh, yes, and I certainly won't get in the way of that. I'm quite looking forward to seeing your reunion with Claire. I'm just here to offer you a little vacation from reality. That's what you want, isn't it? To throw off your new normal and get some real action for a change? I can give it to you, for old time's sake. Here, let me remind you..."