Maggie clumsily handled her phone, her heart racing with excitement as she read the text from Hannah. "I can't believe you're actually doing it! On coach? Ew! You're gonna kill it. Love you so much. Don't forget I'm your BFF, okay?!?!"

A spontaneous giggle escaped Maggie as she typed her response. "People are much more interesting back there. I adore coach AND your rich bitch ass. Love you!!! Always 😘."

To be completely honest, Maggie secretly hoped she would be seated next to the adventurous looking man she had spotted, engrossed in his pen to paper writing while he waited to board. His broad shoulders and scruffy stubble giving the impression it had been few days since his last shave. Maggie couldn't help but find herself captivated by the adventurous man's appearance. She took in every detail, from his impeccably styled dapper-ish haircut to the confident demeanor that hinted at a possible prior service career. There was something undeniably attractive about his presence, and Maggie couldn't help but feel a sense of intrigue. “Strange” she thought. Her usual attraction captured younger men, (and slightly below her league). Knowing that she had the control in the relationship allowed her leave in an easier fashion when things went sideways. Just as these thoughts lingered a all too familiar warm sensation started tingling between her legs when the adventurous man extended his arms and then his neck, before refocusing his attention on his notebook. Carrying only a backpack, she suspected it was his sole piece of luggage. He appeared to be approximately 15-20 years older than her, a woman of 24 with an alluring figure. It was remarkable how his physique surpassed that of most men her age. As the man momentarily ceased writing, he glanced up and briefly locked eyes with Maggie, revealing a yearning for another exchange. Despite the temptation, he immersed himself once again in his enigmatic writing.

Maggie was among the first to board the plane. "Damn it!" she thought to herself. "He's still sitting there. It’s not likely we’ll sit together" Oh well, it wouldn't change her fantasy of a flirtatious airline companionship. Maggie knew her intention was to feel desired, and her boyfriend would eventually come up in conversation, strategically mentioned only after she had captivated the man’s desires. Cruel as it might be, this was a common practice for Maggie. Instituted for thrills. Despite the limitations she would place on their connection, she relished the anticipation of their conversation. Discovering his true self, the timbre of his voice, and confident gate he would demonstrate as he walked to and from. The fantasy of a friendly hug goodbye would be enough to satisfy her when she retired for the night. Touch being her love language. With the help of her trusty wand an evening climax was already being put into plan now that she had some inspiration. “Who are we kidding, maybe even in the airline lavatory?” She told herself half jokingly.