Ok so it's been a slow few weeks, I've traveled with my family across the US three times, not a lot of opportunity for improvement (aside from drilling fundamentals. I hooked up with the girl from my last LR again last week.
I was kinda impressed by how depressed not improving made me.
Coupled with that depression was some other shit I was dealing with, so I revisited Chase's articles on Devil May Care attitude and his smooth article, trying to assert control and big picture attitude over my shitty weeks.
But this is a field report. Enough tangential melodrama.
I arrive on the plane on Friday to take a two hour flight. I get on and have the aisle seat in a row of two. Seat next to me is empty.
Then our heroine appears.
She's cute, curvy, and very talkative. So pretty much, I liked her right off the bat.
She explains that she just got back from persuading (read: flirting) these two other guys to hold her bag for her under their seats because she's loaded down with luggage. I smirk, say something sarcastic, and stand to allow her to sit. She does, and I introduce myself. We shake hands, which I thought was weird, so I bump my shoulder against hers and hold her hand too long.
Cue her looking out the window and then back to me.
Cue me realizing that I'm not relating enough.
Cue deep dive.
We talk for ages, about an hour, about travels, hopes, and dreams. I talk about my travels but try to be brief. She is suitably impressed. I learn she's a SoCal girl.
At one point age comes up. She's talking about a younger brother who is 20.
Well shit. I'm 19. This has been a problem before (and I've even had a 24 year old girl I was fucking call me babyboy).
I ask her her age. She says she's 23. I laugh. She asks how old I am. I say 19, with a light shrug. She comments on how much older than 19 I seem. I laugh and say I get that a lot, then I touch her leg and she leans in. Oh and she's wearing next to nothing, just a sundress.
My dick gets a little harder.
But I gotta pee. I head out to the bathroom. When I come back, she's spilled water everywhere. I laugh and she makes a comment about being all wet. My wit isn't fast enough so I just smirk. Then she starts complaining about being hot. I say:
"Hot and wet? Winning combination."
She laughs and moves closer.
Then I almost blow it.
We talk for two more minutes about trivial shit, then a long silence.
Then she says:
Shit. Losing interest?
So I say: "no, what's going to happen is you're gonna show me what kind of music you like."
I pull out my headphones, put one in one ear, and hand them to her. Oh and, we also have to lean very close together to keep the earphones in our ears.
She shows me some basic songs, and I act a little disinterested, cuz I was.
Then she plays a sweet little tune entitled "birthday sex"
I look at her. She gives me the "cute and sexy" look and starts dancing along, inasmuch as someone can dance whilst in an airplane seat mid-flight. I shoot the look right back at her, and lean back and watch.
Once the song ends, I unplug the headphones. She looks surprised.
All I say is:
I play "loaded" by g-eazy. She loves it. I love that she loves it. I rap along and jam out as she does her little dancing thing.
I love a girl who loves g-eazy.
We start to take turns sharing songs. Well, not take turns, more like fight for dominance over the music. I win.
I start playing some slower stuff. She's leaning into me, and I'm tracing circles on her bare legs.
This goes on for a while.
Then I realize, hey, I do in fact have balls. I reach over, put my arm around her, and pull her in even closer, saying some bullshit about how it's more comfortable.
My arm is on her side, but as I play the xx and we chill out, my hand drifts closer and closer to her ass.
At first I'm not sure if she's into it. Then I see her chest
rising and falling and realize how fast her heart is beating. She is most definitely into it.
My hand grabs her ass. She reaches down and guides my hand as I slide her dress up (on the window side) and slowly finger her.
Note: looking back, as we were sitting next to each other on a crowded plane, this was extremely risky, as if it hadn't worked there would have been nowhere for either of us to go.
We are leaning against each other at this point, and she is trying to stay quiet. I alternate fingering her for a while, and grabbing her ass and I think at one point I kissed her neck, until we start to land. We got a few looks from other passengers, but no trouble. We hold hands as we land, as she is nervous. I considered kissing her, but thought that might be a bit much for the other passengers to handle.
We get separated after getting off the plane. Then she sees me and comes over. I grab her hand and lead her through the airport until we come till where she goes to her connecting flight and I to mine. At one point she makes me wait for her to go to the bathroom, and later she resists me taking her hand.
Eh. I decide to see what I can do anyway.
I grab her ass again. She is a little flustered, as we are in a sea of people.
Fuck it though. I'll never see her again.
So I lean in, head tilted back and smile cockily.
Best in-flight entertainment I've had in a long while.
Byron
I was kinda impressed by how depressed not improving made me.
Coupled with that depression was some other shit I was dealing with, so I revisited Chase's articles on Devil May Care attitude and his smooth article, trying to assert control and big picture attitude over my shitty weeks.
But this is a field report. Enough tangential melodrama.
I arrive on the plane on Friday to take a two hour flight. I get on and have the aisle seat in a row of two. Seat next to me is empty.
Then our heroine appears.
She's cute, curvy, and very talkative. So pretty much, I liked her right off the bat.
She explains that she just got back from persuading (read: flirting) these two other guys to hold her bag for her under their seats because she's loaded down with luggage. I smirk, say something sarcastic, and stand to allow her to sit. She does, and I introduce myself. We shake hands, which I thought was weird, so I bump my shoulder against hers and hold her hand too long.
Cue her looking out the window and then back to me.
Cue me realizing that I'm not relating enough.
Cue deep dive.
We talk for ages, about an hour, about travels, hopes, and dreams. I talk about my travels but try to be brief. She is suitably impressed. I learn she's a SoCal girl.
At one point age comes up. She's talking about a younger brother who is 20.
Well shit. I'm 19. This has been a problem before (and I've even had a 24 year old girl I was fucking call me babyboy).
I ask her her age. She says she's 23. I laugh. She asks how old I am. I say 19, with a light shrug. She comments on how much older than 19 I seem. I laugh and say I get that a lot, then I touch her leg and she leans in. Oh and she's wearing next to nothing, just a sundress.
My dick gets a little harder.
But I gotta pee. I head out to the bathroom. When I come back, she's spilled water everywhere. I laugh and she makes a comment about being all wet. My wit isn't fast enough so I just smirk. Then she starts complaining about being hot. I say:
"Hot and wet? Winning combination."
She laughs and moves closer.
Then I almost blow it.
We talk for two more minutes about trivial shit, then a long silence.
Then she says:
Shit. Losing interest?
So I say: "no, what's going to happen is you're gonna show me what kind of music you like."
I pull out my headphones, put one in one ear, and hand them to her. Oh and, we also have to lean very close together to keep the earphones in our ears.
She shows me some basic songs, and I act a little disinterested, cuz I was.
Then she plays a sweet little tune entitled "birthday sex"
I look at her. She gives me the "cute and sexy" look and starts dancing along, inasmuch as someone can dance whilst in an airplane seat mid-flight. I shoot the look right back at her, and lean back and watch.
Once the song ends, I unplug the headphones. She looks surprised.
All I say is:
I play "loaded" by g-eazy. She loves it. I love that she loves it. I rap along and jam out as she does her little dancing thing.
I love a girl who loves g-eazy.
We start to take turns sharing songs. Well, not take turns, more like fight for dominance over the music. I win.
I start playing some slower stuff. She's leaning into me, and I'm tracing circles on her bare legs.
This goes on for a while.
Then I realize, hey, I do in fact have balls. I reach over, put my arm around her, and pull her in even closer, saying some bullshit about how it's more comfortable.
My arm is on her side, but as I play the xx and we chill out, my hand drifts closer and closer to her ass.
At first I'm not sure if she's into it. Then I see her chest
rising and falling and realize how fast her heart is beating. She is most definitely into it. My hand grabs her ass. She reaches down and guides my hand as I slide her dress up (on the window side) and slowly finger her.
Note: looking back, as we were sitting next to each other on a crowded plane, this was extremely risky, as if it hadn't worked there would have been nowhere for either of us to go.
We are leaning against each other at this point, and she is trying to stay quiet. I alternate fingering her for a while, and grabbing her ass and I think at one point I kissed her neck, until we start to land. We got a few looks from other passengers, but no trouble. We hold hands as we land, as she is nervous. I considered kissing her, but thought that might be a bit much for the other passengers to handle.
We get separated after getting off the plane. Then she sees me and comes over. I grab her hand and lead her through the airport until we come till where she goes to her connecting flight and I to mine. At one point she makes me wait for her to go to the bathroom, and later she resists me taking her hand.
Eh. I decide to see what I can do anyway.
I grab her ass again. She is a little flustered, as we are in a sea of people.
Fuck it though. I'll never see her again.
So I lean in, head tilted back and smile cockily.
She laughs, and I take that as a yes. Using her ass, I pull her into me and we make out for a bit. I let her go, and start to turn away and she grabs me and we kiss again. Then I let go, smile cockily, and walk away.
Best in-flight entertainment I've had in a long while.
Byron
