Not so bad ... for now

I took a breath as I considered the miracle that had just landed in my lap. (Hey, good idea! Let's hold onto that one...) I did a quick calculation - the flight should be about two and a half hours plus taxiing on both ends, leaving me about three hours of encouraged fun with this beauty. I knew I couldn't do anything too outrageous--we were in public, after all--but with her friends surrounding us on all sides and fully supportive of the plan, I knew I'd be able to get away with some fairly spicy shenanigans.

I sized Laura up once more.

She was conventionally pretty. A lovely smile; straight, brown hair; and an athletic body sporting what looked like large B-cup tits. Her bare legs under her short skirt were smooth, and her creamy arms ended in strong hands.

"So, you were lying before about the test?" I probed.

"Um, yeah I guess," she confessed.

"It's OK. I know most people find it boring. You can be honest with me."

"OK," she said.

This wouldn't be as fun if she were sullen about it. I figured I ought to ease in to the hijinks I had in mind.

"Listen, you can trust me. Seems like you got yourself into a little jam, but let's have some fun, all right?" I said.

"OK," she said again, but this time with a slight smile.

"Tell me about yourself," I said.

Laura told me she was finishing her junior year of college. She was a psychology major without a clue of what she'd do when she graduated. She grew up in Denver and came to Minnesota for school and had been playing volleyball since she was 14. She used to collect stamps when she was a kid and had tried her hand at acting once. She even made it into a local commercial and had signed up for a modeling agency in college but didn't really pursue it.

As the plane took off, I asked her if she was dating anyone. She suddenly got quiet.

"Well, not right now," she said. I waited, and then she continued, "Actually, my boyfriend and I just broke up. We dated for a year, which was my longest relationship ever. I'm still pretty upset about it."

"I'm sorry, hon," I said, patting her leg. She took a sharp intake of breath at the touch but didn't pull away. I did remove my hand, though, still committed to warming her up.

"So," I said after a minor or so. "Do you have any pictures of your old stamp collection?"

She beamed. Actually, turns out she had fibbed a little. She still collects stamps and has a couple pictures on her phone. She unlocked her device and showed me some of her (rather impressive) collection.

When she was done, I said, "So, can I see your phone?"

She hesitated, of course, and then, dutifully, handed it over.