Lolita Twenty-twelve, Prologue
Copyright 2012 M2B
Pt 1: take-off
Row 13, window seat 1. Good thing I’m not superstitious. At least it’s a pleasant enough day for flying.
‘Welcome aboard Flight 269 to Bogota. Our travel time will be 8 hours and 40 minutes. If everyone could please take their seats…’
Well, here I was: finally on-board a flight to see my love. We’d shared months of e-mails, texting, and even a few phone calls before I finally decided that…it was time. Time to finally bridge the gap…make a physical connexion to complete our already emotional and intellectual ones.
I only hoped that she wouldn’t die of fright when I showed up, unannounced, on her doorstep…
My mind – and my eyes – were so unfocused, looking at nothing in particular out the window as I thought of the trip to come – and, in particular, what awaited me at the other end of the flight – that it wasn’t until the raven-haired, olive complexioned woman said ’13b?’ that my reverie was broken.
‘Oh, yes – here, let me help you with that.’
Getting up from my seat, I shuffled over Seat 13B in order to assist the provocatively dressed and rather curvaceous woman with stowing her carry-on in the bin over our two seats. Wearing a form-fitting, black mini with a low-cut top and sporting stilettos that I marvelled at how any woman could stand in them, much less walk, it looked like the trip to Bogota was going to be a little less of a snooze-fest than I had originally expected.
‘Thank you, that was very kind of you,’ the woman said as we both took our seats. ‘Carmen,’ she said, offering her hand – the half-dozen gold hoops her arm sported jangling; her crimson-taloned fingers extended.
‘Alex,’ I replied, accepting her genuinely firm hand shake and meeting the unexpected warmth in her eyes.
‘Is this your first trip to Columbia?’ Carmen asked, attempting to stow her rather bulky handbag under her seat.
‘Actually, it is. Going to meet my sla…my love, I replied, hoping my faux pas wasn’t too obvious.
Carmen’s eyebrows raised slightly but, barely skipping a beat, all she said was ‘How wonderful for you. Bogota in particular is a wonderful city. I’m sure you’ll love it.’
‘Yeah well…hoping I can at least get by on a smattering of Spanish.’ I said, buckling my seat belt. ‘Afraid, despite taking an on-line course recently, it’s been since grade school that I studied the language.’
‘That’s ok – a lot of people speak English – particularly younger people’ Carmen said reassuringly as she also buckled in. ‘I’m sure you’ll get on fine.’
‘Attention passengers: Welcome to Flight 169 to Bogota, Columbia. You’ll see that the ‘fasten seat belt seat has been turned on. We would ask that you please direct you attention to…’
As the standard pre-flight messages were relayed and Carmen’s attention was diverted by the stewardess as she went through the motions of emergency evacuation, I took the opportunity to size her up. Voluptuous, indeed she was; must’ve been in her early-to-mid 40’s, but she certainly was in shape. Couldn’t help noticing that, between the buttons on her blouse, her breasts seemed entirely unencumbered with either a slip or a brassiere, and just above those…was that a collar around her neck?
‘We will be taking off shortly…’
At that moment, Carmen’s eyes met mine, making it obvious not only where I’d been gazing, but that she *knew* I’d been visiting. I blushed, glancing out the window before meeting her eyes again, but she simply – and graciously – offered me a smile with her beautiful, full lips, colored to match her talons.
‘Well, we’d better get comfortable. It’s almost an eight-hour flight.’
‘Seven hours, 40 minutes, as I understand it,’ I said, happy for the thought diversion. ‘I wonder what the in-flight movies are.’
‘Oh!’ Carmen exclaimed. Glancing toward the pocket in the seat in front of her and plucking out the in-flight magazine, she said ‘Let’s take a look.’
Taking another opportunity for a perve, with both our eyes trained on Carmen’s lap I couldn’t help but get aroused at both the curve of her hips and the way they just seemed to flow into the rest of her well-toned legs. And, if I’d had a foot-fetish, well…her toenails were the most immaculately manicured I’d ever lusted after, situated as they were in her open-toed pumps.
‘…hmm, nothing much that interests me. Good thing I brought my e-reader.’
‘Nothing good on?’ I attempted to re-focus from Carmen’s body to the magazine, but as she slapped it shut and reached for her handbag, I didn’t have a chance to look for myself.
‘Oh, I’m sorry,’ Carmen said. ‘You want to have a look? Here…I’m just going to get my book…’
Going down! Blouse DEFINITELY left nothing to the imagination, partiuclarly when she bent over, and because we were now taxiing down the runway, Carmen was jostled a little as the plane moved.
‘Oh! You ok?’ I said, putting a hand on her arm as the magazine slipeed to the floor.
‘Yes…yes, thanks,’ Carmen said, setting her bag in her lap. ‘Thank you. There we go.’
40DD, with dark brown auroles and perky nipples. Yum…down boy!
‘Colin Wilson, huh,’ I squeaked, clearing my throat. ‘I read ‘The Misfits’ years…decades…ago.’
‘Oh – interesting!’ If Carmen noticed me…noticing (and how could she not?), she intentionally let it go this time. ‘Yes, well…I did, too, but I’m actually teaching a course on, um… ‘alternate sexuality’…at the University, and Colin Wilson is one of the authors we’ll be studying.’
‘Wow’ I said, regaining my composure. ‘Yes, I’ve always been fascinated by…’alternate sexuality’, as you so delicately put it,’ I said, relieved – and not just a little bit more turned on – by having this as a common interest.
‘And here I was worried that I’d wind up sitting beside some stuffy old fuddy-dud for the whole trip!’ Carmen exclaimed, her eyes flashing brightly – and had her nipples been poking out as obviously from her blouse when she first arrived? I certainly didn’t think so. I certainly HOPED not.
‘Fuddy-dud, indeed,’ I smiled. Picking up the magazine from between us, I leafed through it distractedly, more as a diversion from my semi-hard cock but definitely having lost interest in watching the ground drop from under us as we climbed into the afternoon sun.
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