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His gaze met mine with an intensity that I was certain would stop my heart if held long enough.He stood, like an apparition of perfection, in the aisle. His beautiful green eyes did not dare break the invisible connection they had forged with mine.I had long lost track of how long we stared at one another. In any other instance I would have felt uncomfortable? violated? creeped out by the invasiveness of such extended eye contact. This was different. I had been too busy drinking in his physicality.I noticed everything about him - unwilling to miss even the smallest of details, like how his eyes refracted the fading light of the sunset as it filtered through the small airplane windows; or how, in the soft lighting, his bronzed skin looked smooth and velvety, apart from the small amount of dark, stubbly facial hair on his jawline. I didn't usually like facial hair but on him, I couldn't imagine him without it.It felt like an eternity later when I was snapped out of my pervy trance by the pre-flight briefing as it crackled through the overhead speakers. I had to blink several times to lubricate my eyes, as they stung from post-stare dryness. A coy but sweet smile washed over his face as he turned ? almost in slow motion ? and lowered himself into his allocated seat at the front of the aircraft, only a couple rows from mine. My stomach fluttered and I blushed - my head instinctively dipped to hide behind my fringe of bright auburn hair.The flight crew?s safety briefing was a blur. My mind was elsewhere... not on sipping cocktails as I lay on the beach (like it had been earlier). No, it was on seat 1C - more specifically, the inhabitant of seat 1C.The plane took off without a hitch and the live flight map displayed on the screen in the headrest in front of me moved slow and steady to represent the progress of the long-haul flight. The screen also provided a cover to mask my frequent glances at seat 1C, when he looked over his shoulder toward meAround two hours into the flight I really needed to use the bathroom, but when I got to the bathroom at the front of the plane?s cabin, I saw it was ?occupied?. I stood patiently and waited for it to become free. The Burdur Escort flight ? which had previously been smooth, hit a large, unexpected patch of turbulence. I stumbled and landed squarely on the lap of 1C. His arms shot out to break my fall. They were warm and surprisingly strong.?Gotcha!? he said with a smile.I blushed. ?Thanks.? The burn in my cheeks matched the burn I felt where his hands held my arm.?Hi, I am Noah.? He shifted my body to one side of his lap and rest me on his knee against the armrest of the vacant seat beside him. His hand jolted out in front of me, a waft of his delicious cologne found its way to my nostrils as I accepted his hand.?Clumsy.? I smirked, ?? but my birth name is Esme.??Nice to meet you, Clumsy? he winked. I laughed and nudged my body against his torso. In that moment, it felt like we had known each other for a lifetime.My brain caught up and I realized I was still seated on his lap.How long had I been seated on him? And better question, was the hardening lump I felt in his pants a figment of my imagination? It had to be.The bathroom became free, and I quickly fled to it. I no longer felt the urge to pee, but I did need to splash my flushed face and compose myself. I readied myself to walk back to my seat. As I passed Noah, his hand shot out once again. This time his fingers held a small, folded piece of paper. I grabbed it and continued to my seat.My hands shook as I fumbled to open and read the note. The paper smelt like him, but it wasn?t the scent that made my breath catch in my throat ? it was the message inside.?Esme, firstly I apologise if this is too forward, but I feel the need to tell you. I don?t even know if I can describe it, but as I held you just now, I physically felt the electricity, it tingled but strangely, it felt like the most comfortable, natural thing in the world ? it felt like home. Is that crazy? Did you feel it too? I need to know.? Noah?.I looked up, his eyes were once again fixed on mine. A sense of urgency was written in his eyes.I nodded. Relief washed over his face.Moments later, I saw him deep in conversation with one of the flight attendants. A gorgeous Burdur Escort Bayan blonde woman, tall and thin with the most beautiful glowing skin. Jealousy panged through my body as though it had been slung from a slingshot. She turned her head and looked at me. I looked down, embarrassed that I had been caught watching their conversation. Looking down did not work. She stood and glided down the aisle toward me. I tried not to panic, but internally, I was panicked! She bent down beside me.?Excuse me, Mrs.??? she looked at the iPad she was holding ??Walters.??Miss Walters? Esme,? I interjected, still frazzled.In that moment, I swear I saw her thin, delicate thumb do a covert ?thumbs up? as her hand rested by her side. It was her bright red nail polish that gave it away. I flashed a glance at her name tag. ?Jessica? ? she looked like a Jessica.?Sorry, Miss Walters?? she emphasized the ?miss?, ?I have been asked to reallocate a couple seats. Would you mind following me???Uh, sure?? I questioned, but my expression was quizzical.*?Thank you? right this way? she chirped and gestured for me to follow her. She seemed thankful that I didn?t put up a struggle.Jessica escorted me to my new seat, which in a turn of irony, was the rested against while seated on Noah?s lap.I sat down and secured my seatbelt. Jessica flashed me a warm smile and looked between myself and Noah. Out the corner of my eye, as she disappeared down the aisle behind us, I swear I saw her smirk and wink at Noah.?What is happening?? I thought to myself.I looked at Noah and let out an awkward laugh. He chuckled? ?Hi.??Hi?again.? I searched for what else to say but fell in an uncomfortable silence.?I hope it is okay that you changed seats?? Noah said.?Yeah, it is fine?? I said, ?I am just confused as to why? how? it happened??Noah looked down into his lap. In a small, sheepish voice he explained ?I, uh, pulled some strings and asked Jess if there was any way she could ask you if you would move seats ? she owed me a favor.??Jess? I thought to myself, ?that sounded rather friendly, not ?Jessica? as her name tag said?. I realised I had zoned out and snapped myself back Escort Burdur to the conversation. Noah?s face was staring at mine, his eyes seared a hole through me.?Anyway, I couldn?t pass up the chance to get to know you.? Boldly, his hand reached over and rested on mine on top of my right thigh. Warmth spread through my hand and seeped into the skin of my thigh. It spread like wildfire. My heart fluttered, but I did not move my hand away.We sat in silence for what felt like an eternity. With each minute that passed, I became more and more aware of the ache that ruminated deep between my thighs. I shifted and instantly felt wetness seep into the silk of my underwear. It provided a strange, slightly cooling sensation against my flushed skin.It was as if he sensed my arousal, and he began to rub his hand up and down my thigh. With his hand on my smooth, milky white skin he ventured upwards until he slipped his hand under the leg of my shorts. He inched closer and closer to my dampened underwear, then I felt his thumb gently brush over my most intimate area. The bare skin beneath the silky material tingled at his touch; more blood rushed to my clitoris. I shuttered and involuntarily my thighs parted slightly. He smiled and moved his hands lower, for the briefest of moments, to trail his fingertips along the full length of my swollen lips, before he withdrew his hand completely.With his hand removed, I became highly aware of the void left where I craved his touch. With each ache, my heartbeat thumped in my ears? I held off as long as I could??Bathroom?? It came out urgent and with a raspy gush of air. Noah?s response reflected a similar rush to my own, as he nodded frantically. In one swift motion, Noah stood and pulled me out of my seat. He grasped my hand firmly and pulled me back as I started to go towards the bathroom I had used earlier, at the front of the plane?s cabin.?Follow me? he whispered and guided me down the aisle to the rear of the plane?s cabin. I kept my head down, unable to look at anyone we passed for fear they would read my flushed face like an erotica novel and decode what Noah and I were up to.As we approached a small door, I saw the sign ?Coming Soon?. Accidentally, I let out a snort of laughter. Noah side-eyed me. I waved my hand as if to say, ?don?t worry?.Noah reached for a set of keys hanging from his side. I hadn?t noticed them before. He scanned a card and the door beeped and clicked open.