"I didn't really believe it when Candice told me that you can be quite a cocky man for being so young. What makes you think that you can just drive me...to your home and ravish me?" Your scent." What?" My dear girl, you smell like you are damned horny."From the corner of my eye I could see her expressions changing. When she took a look in my direction, I guessed my grin gave me away."You are soooo bad. You are so going to pay for that, buster!" Oh, I certainly hope so!"She murmured something. So much for taking it slow. Sounds of movement start up once more, sounds like you’re on the couch. You’re touching each other, slowly, it’s very quiet. I can hear you speaking, but I can’t make out the words, more sounds of movement follow. You’re moving on the couch, I hear the sounds of feet on the floor. I can hear you moaning. She’s eating you out I think, moved to the floor so she could get between your legs as you sat on the couch. As she moves her tongue around your vagina your moans. She cleared her throat and the smile fell away and she asked why I would suggest such a thing at which I time I had informed her that I too wrote occasionally various things. And so the debate began, she sat down. Man, what wit she had. A woman with a spunk I had never seen before, and those eyes...how fires raged within. While I defended my point quite eloquently, that fire within her eyes was not offensive, but drawing me deeper and wanting to know what lie beyond. It was the most interesting. I usually prefer to sit on the aisle but none of those seats are available and I feel lucky to even get a window. True, it’s in the very last row of the plane, but at least I don’t have to endure the three hours sandwiched into a middle seat between an ex-pro football player and a mother with a screaming infant. And with any luck the middle seat would stay empty, giving me just that tiny bit of precious space that makes so much of a difference on a long flight.Gradually the plane fills. A.