She has a Flight to Catch

It is only through a number of deep breaths and closed eyes that the vision of pounding Penny's petite frame exits my mind. For now, a simple text back would suffice, albeit, I could at least notify her that she would be gone for a few days:

"Looking sexy as always, and if it wasn't for the fact I needed to leave today, I would be over at your house in the snap of a finger. I expect I'll be back during the weekend, so maybe we can meet up then. We have things to talk about between you and me. ;)"

I put my phone away then put on my traveling clothes. For flights I would normally settle with a grey tank top that gathered close to the skin as did the black leggings covering down to my ankle. I decided to call a friend, one who wouldn't mind house-sitting for the time being; leaving an extra set of keys underneath floor mat I waved at the house one last time before departing in an uber with one suitcase full of goods and clothes to get me through the weekend, I didn't own a black dress, but I knew several shops in Mable that could address that issue. My flight would be an hour from now, but it only took twenty minutes to get to the airport. Luckily, traffic was thin at this point in the day and no problems could be had.

I wore my earphones after being checked in, to avoid the stares and flirtatious words of both men and women--being a woman, especially hearing about all the terrible stalking and **** cases across the country, I heard more cat-calling from women. I had always wondered whether the reasoning had to do with my 'different affliction'. To be fair, though, I didn't display it like some slab of meat for sale, not like many would suspect. And as much as I enjoyed the attention and each flaring eye, I was not some sexual deviant that fucked anything she pleased. I had standards.

Unfortunately for me, I landed in a bad spot on the plane, I was seated in the back of coach class, with nothing but the bathrooms behind me. I had thought it was good idea to do so, a 3 hour flight could be risky in some circumstances, but caution would hopefully play the better player here. I had a window seat, just how I liked it, but next to me sat a girl who could no doubt be closer to Penny's age. Red hair curtained her face and, despite her petite features, she was blessed with two plump breasts that hung low underneath her crop-top. Some men had stared, which followed with the appropriate smacks from their wives or significant others, even I fell victim to the sight of her under-cleavage.

"I think this is my spot. Hi, what's your name?" she asked me, already I was feeling wary of her presence. I didn't want to be stuck with a talker for my whole flight; that would be a nightmare. She brushed her hair over her shoulder to reveal a freckled face and two cool blue eyes.

"I'm Natalie, flown much before?" I couldn't help but indulge her, just for now anyways.

"This is my second time, going back home after seeing my dad. Have you been to Mable before?" She struggled with her luggage, and as she stood on her tip-toes to reach the compartment, both her nipples fell from under her shirt. She recognized this and the fact that I had been staring, she hiked her shirt down immediately with a blush spreading across her face. Meanwhile, her luggage had not yet been secured and it teetered uneasily along the storage ledge, as if deciding whether or not it would topple onto its owner.