Making a connection at 39,000 feet  

AdventureBeckons 43M
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1/28/2006 6:14 am

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3/28/2006 9:53 am

Making a connection at 39,000 feet

So, I've just landed back in DC and barely managed to drive home. I have to jot this down now or I will forget too much. And no, this is not about the mile high club.

As I mentioned previously, I am 6 foot 6 inches tall. Getting on an airplane, which I must do often these days, is always an uncomfortable situation. I try to get into an exit row or at the bulkhead. On my flight from Las Vegas to DC I was sharing a bulkhead row (3 seats) with a young woman, perhaps a couple of years my junior. She was not at all my type, quite short and a bit heavier than I would generally prefer, yet still perfectly pleasant.

She was at the window, and I was assigned to the aisle. My seat was broken (creaked and squeaked) so I took the center seat, next to her. Initially she intended to read, and I tried to make myself comfortable to sleep. This was a red-eye, taking off at 10:45 pm and landing at home at 6 am. I had not slept more than 3 hours total in the past 48 hours, so I was keen to actually get some shut eye. She quickly gave up on the book and tried to sleep as well.

That didn't work out for either of us. She struck up a conversation, asking if I was going home, and we carried on for a while talking about work, home, travel, and our hotels. You may have noticed that is a topic on which I have plenty of opinions. We talked about pets, family, movies, and everything else on our minds.

Somewhere along the way her husband was mentioned, which struck me as odd as she had previously mentioned having to have her mother or sister watch over her dogs while she traveled. I supposed there was no reason to think she wouldn't be married, and I finally noticed the ring on her left hand. That's something I usually take note of immediately, but, again, not my type, so I probably didn't even think of it.

We tossed and turned, trying every position to get comfortable. It was hopeless, as when one of us shifted, we brushed against the other, and then we were both jostled. We continued our conversation sporadically - it is a 4 hour flight.

Meanwhile, this close contact with a woman I didn't know sparked memories of situations from my past. One in particular was a similar meeting of a stranger years ago. I was invited to a beach house for the weekend and went up with two friends. It was a group house in Delaware. If you aren't from this area the concept may be foreign to you. In DC, young professionals group up and buy shares in rental houses at the beach. You pay, say, $2000 for the right to use the house, or $1000 for the right to use it on alternating weeks. But you have to share with everyone else who has bought a share. That usually means a very crowded house.

On the night in question, a Friday, everyone trickled in to Dewey Beach slowly. There is basically a single file line of cars all the way from DC to the shore, some 120 miles away. Everyone started drinking as they arrived and 20+ people in the house soon had to settle down for the night's rest. Shareholders in the house got dibs on beds, and as a guest, I got a primo piece of hardwood floor. I lay down on the floor, with a woman I had just met taking the cot to my left. She was a late arrival, so I do not believe we had so much as had a conversation or exchanged names. She had 10 years on me, but was beautiful - radiant.

As I think back on it now, I have no idea what inspired what happened next. I simply started touching her fingers with mine, and ever so lightly brushing her skin from finger tip to, forearm, to upper arm, then back again. I am not sure if she was even awake when I started, or again, why I started. After several minutes of this teasing she grabbed my hand and held it tightly. She whispered, "Let's go outside," and I followed her in to the cool evening air. She cooed and said that was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to her. (Yay me!?) (Really, she said it!) I think she probably introduced herself, too, but what I remember more clearly is that we exchanged the first of the many impossibly passionate kisses we shared that weekend. We secreted away at every opportunity and made out like teenagers. While we never slept together, nor met again, that weekend continues to hold more power over me than many of the more sordid affairs I have had. Kissing like that is so much more intimate.

Back to our hero in the airplane: At 2+ hours into the flight, with my head filled with thoughts of my beach adventure, loneliness since my break-up, and the idea of writing this very blog entry, I proposed that she lean against me to get comfortable. We settled together and our heads touched. Realizing that this was not quite as comfortable as I had hoped, I told her there was no need to be polite, she was free to go back to trying to get comfortable. Her response, clearly a lie, was that it was the most comfortable she had been all night.

It clicked for me then that I was not the only one seeking some form of connection. There is no way she was comfortable. It is just part of the human condition to need contact with others. I shouldn't dismiss the fact that I am fucking hot, though, so of course she wanted to connect with me. (just jokes, just jokes) Over the remainder of the flight we continued to rearrange ourselves in different ways: my arm around her, back to back, her legs over mine, or side by side. And then it ended. The cabin lights came on as we were descending into DC. She remarked that the light was like the ugly lights used for last call at a bar. I did not read anything in to that until just now.

We never even exchanged names. The connection was between perfect strangers who met by chance, and filled in a void for a brief while. We parted better people.

There was hope in the air, just as there is hope in the hearts of the members of this site. I am hopeful for new connections with like minded spirits, from near and far. I am straight though, so gentlemen will need to settle for a hug. Ladies, passionate kiss line forms to the left.

caressmewell 53F

1/28/2006 1:53 pm

Evidently the last 24 hours held connections for both of us. I'm glad that you understood the point of my post. Thank you for visiting my blog and posting. Hugs

silkysmoothlegs3 105F

1/29/2006 5:32 am

What a wonderful post babes
silky x

AdventureBeckons 43M
145 posts
2/3/2006 7:56 pm

Cool, all the ladies love my posts! I think to get the men to read I'll have to put more boobies in my stories. Or maybe some mutant aliens or malfunctioning cyborgs... with boobies.

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