Well, it started at JFK with a late afternoon flight to Houston with connections to Portland. The aircraft was a 737, which does not have the largest first class cabin, especially for a flight of almost 4 hours. I was in a window seat in the 2nd row. I was reading and really did not notice who was in the seat in front of me. About 30 minutes into the flight, the seat in front of me reclined all the way back, spilling my drink – mostly on the guy sitting next to me who was allready asleep! The woman, mid-30’s, dark hair, attractive, New York accent, didn’t say much, just “sorry” and then right to sleep. She slept the whole flight and was up and off the aircraft as soon as the door was opened.

The lay-over for my flight on to Portland was about 2 hours, I walked a bit, made phone calls, grabbed a bag of nuts and was sitting in the waiting area watching CNN when who should sit down next to me but our sleeping beauty. She smiled and asked if I was going to Portland too. I told her yes, smiled and asked which seat she was in. “Well” she said, “it’s a larger aircraft, plus I/m no longer tired”. I looked at my boarding pass and told her my seat number. Then something dumb about needing to know her name since I had spent the entire flight from New York with her head in my lap. With not so much as a smile {can’t really blame her} she got up and walked to the counter. After a long conversation with the guy behind the counter, she came back and said, “well, you’ve been moved to the 4 row next to me” the name is Connie. I’m not sure just what I thought at the time. They let us board a few minutes later. Once we were in our seats we shared what do you do, where do you live type of info. She works for Continental somewhere, live on Long Island. I was amused since by my mental calculations I was at least 15 or more years her senior. We drank wine, continued with the small talk. She got up, went towards the rear, returned several minutes later with a full bottle, pillows and blankets. We drank the wine during dinner service. Then, as everyone settled in, back for another bottle of wine. I was flattered and amused since by my mental calculations I was at least 15 or more years her senior. She proceeded to settle in with her head on my shoulder and blankets over both of us. A couple kisses on my neck, a few real kisses, then her hands all over me. With my left hand I drifted to her crotch to find her pants allready unbuttoned. She was quite wet, totally shaved smooth and had me erect in seconds.

We did the “let me get to a restroom, knock 3 times and I will let you in” deal that you hear about. As I closed and latched the door she dropped her pants, sat on the sink, spread her legs and I was inside in seconds. We were both finished within 15 or 20 strokes! She said leave quickly, which I did. When she returned to her seat she kissed my cheek, said “thanks, that was just what I needed”, and was asleep in minutes. In Portland we walked up the concorse togehter, then she moved ahead, ran to a hansome young man about her age, gave him a kiss, and as I walked by gave me a wink over his shoulder. Wow!