Lost and Found: A Stranded in Paradise Romance

Checking In

I first noticed him while standing in the airport security check-in line. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and oh-so-pretty. While he placed his belongings in the plastic bins, completely oblivious to the ogling stares of the other women standing nearby, I ran my eyes shamelessly over his muscular physique. His arms were powerful and sinewy, with the outline of his chest muscles clearly discernible through his tight-fitting shirt. He wasn't huge like some gym rat, more lean and buff like a professional athlete.

Thank heavens for tropical weather, I thought, checking out his muscular ass in his Bermuda shorts.

While I followed a few steps behind, I tried to keep one eye on him as he passed through the scanner and retrieved his items on the other side of the X-ray machine. As a happily married woman, I knew I shouldn't be letting my mind wander this way, but there was something about his quiet confidence and unassuming manner that I found impossible to resist. I knew the chances of our sharing the same flight to Australia were remote, but when he began walking in the direction of my gate, I scurried up behind him, staring at his beautiful butt while he strolled through the terminal.

Get a grip, Jenny, I chided myself, beginning to feel a soft moistness permeating my panties. It's not like you're going to fuck him on the plane. Even if he's on the same flight, you'll likely be separated by scores of other passengers, only to go your separate ways at the other end.

Yes, but a girl can dream, I smiled. There's nothing wrong with admiring a handsome hunk when nobody else is looking.

I followed him to my departure gate, and to my surprise, he took a seat in the same waiting lounge next to the window. I chose a chair on the facing row of seats closer to the aisle, then took out my phone, pretending to check my messages while I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. He pulled a paperback book out of his carry-on case, then crossed his legs while he positioned the book on his lap. I squinted my eyes trying to read the cover, then I smiled when I recognized the familiar image.

Moby Dick, I nodded. At least he has good taste in literature.

While I glanced at his tanned legs and muscular thigh muscle bulging over his knee, my mind began to wander to forbidden places.

I bet he's got a whale-sized dick of his own, I grinned. What I'd give to be kneeling between his legs right now.

While I felt my breathing escalating in excitement and my panties growing wetter by the moment, I shifted in my seat and shook my head, trying to take my mind off the distraction. He noticed my movement and when he glanced up in my direction, I quickly averted my gaze, blushing like a schoolgirl. Attempting to feign disinterest, I pulled my own book out of my bag and flipped it open.

What a lightweight, I said to myself while trying to concentrate on the blurred words on the page. He's reading one of the greatest pieces of American literature and I'm reading a pulpy romance novel.

While I felt my pulse pounding in my chest and my cheeks still burning in embarrassment, I kept my eyes pinned on my book, not daring to look back in his direction. Fortunately, the announcement over the public address system announcing pre-boarding soon distracted me from my thoughts, and I peered up, noticing the business class passengers making their way toward the check-in counter. I was surprised the handsome hunk didn't join the group based on the quality of his neatly pressed linen clothes and the expensive-looking laptop bag he had resting by his knee.

As the gate agent called out the boarding zones from front to back, I felt my heart beginning to pound again unconsciously, hoping there might be a chance we'd sit close to one another on the plane. Even though I had no intention of making a pass at him, there'd be nothing wrong with some innocent flirting if we happened to be stuck sitting next to one another on the long flight. When I pulled in behind him in the check-in line, I noticed we were among the last to board the plane. I frowned at the thought of having to search for a spot to stow my carry-on bag, but when I heard the gate agent announce his seat while scanning his boarding pass, my heart skipped a beat.

36F. Only two seats away from me in 36D.

I knew there'd likely be another passenger sitting between us, but at least I could breathe in his intoxicating scent while fantasizing about him ravaging me in the aircraft lavatory. As we boarded the plane behind one another and began to make our way down the narrow aisle, I peered up at the crammed storage bins, shaking my head at the prospect of having to check my carry-on bag due to insufficient space. But when we reached the last row and he noticed me searching for an open spot to store my bag, he glanced up the aisle, noticing the flight attendant latching the front door.

"Looks like we got lucky today," he said, smiling at me. "I think the middle seat might be open to store a bag under the seat. Would you like me to help you with your luggage?"

"Um, sure," I stammered, flushing softly. "Thank you."

"No worries," he said, stuffing my bag under the middle seat. "I'm in the window seat, I'm guessing you've got the aisle? Would you like to switch positions? The view over the Pacific is magnificent on a clear day, especially as we approach New Zealand and the Polynesian Islands."

"You don't mind?" I said, gazing directly into his soft blue eyes for the first time. "It might get a bit busy on the aisle with people lining up to use the washroom."

"I've done this trip a hundred times before," he nodded. "You go ahead. Sometimes it's better to be closer to the head on long trips anyway."

"That's very kind of you," I said, slipping in front of him while I squeezed into our narrow row toward the window seat.

As I sidestepped between the seats, my ass brushed against the front of his shorts and I felt an electric charge course through my body. I felt something else besides his muscular legs and ripped abs, and for a moment I wondered if he'd gotten just as turned on as I had while trying to ignore each other in the waiting lounge. After I lowered myself into the seat by the window, he stuffed his laptop bag into the overhead bin, then he sat in my newly vacated seat, attaching the seatbelt low over his hips. I couldn't help glancing in his direction, noticing the prominent bulge in his crotch, and I squirmed in my seat, trying to ignore the growing wet spot in my capri pants.

"Thank you," I said, resting my head against the console. "This will be much more comfortable for me to sleep."

"No worries," he said. "You'll need it on the fifteen-hour flight. Do you want me to wake you when we get over New Zealand? The view of the mountains is truly spectacular."

"That would be lovely," I said, closing my eyes and pretending to rest.

But all I could think about while my heart pounded in my chest was the thought of this Adonis sitting mere inches away from me while we had nothing else to do during the long overseas flight. There was no way I was going to waste this opportunity by sleeping the whole way.

Besides, my mind was already racing with fantasies of him joining me in the nearby washroom for a little mile-high fun of our own. I might have been married, but I wasn't dead.