He grasped me firmly, but gently, just above my elbow and
guided me into a room, his room. Then he quietly shut the
door and we were alone. He approached me soundlessly, from
behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring voice close to my
ear.
"Just relax."
Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong,
calloused hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and
moving upward along my calves, slowly but steadily. My
breath caught in my throat.
I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His
touch was so experienced, so sure. When his hands
moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and partly closed
my eyes. My pulse was pounding.
I felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage.
And then, as he cupped my firm, full breasts in his hands, I
inhaled sharply.
Probing, searching,
knowing what he wanted, he brought his
hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and
into my waistband.
Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly
trusting and expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man
used to taking charge. A man not used to taking 'No' for an
answer. A man who would tell me what he wanted. A man who
would look into my soul and say . .
. .
"Okay ma'am, enjoy your flight !"
guided me into a room, his room. Then he quietly shut the
door and we were alone. He approached me soundlessly, from
behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring voice close to my
ear.
"Just relax."
Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong,
calloused hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and
moving upward along my calves, slowly but steadily. My
breath caught in my throat.
I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His
touch was so experienced, so sure. When his hands
moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and partly closed
my eyes. My pulse was pounding.
I felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage.
And then, as he cupped my firm, full breasts in his hands, I
inhaled sharply.
Probing, searching,
knowing what he wanted, he brought his
hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and
into my waistband.
Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly
trusting and expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man
used to taking charge. A man not used to taking 'No' for an
answer. A man who would tell me what he wanted. A man who
would look into my soul and say . .
. .
"Okay ma'am, enjoy your flight !"
..............................John