She was hot! – and anyone who caught even a glimpse of her knew it instantly. She glided through the airport exuding sexuality itself – in her dress, her shoes, the faint wisp of perfume trailing after her long, flowing hair. Her silky tanned legs began at her neck, or so it seemed; her tiny waist gripped snugly with a gold chain; her breast threatening to volcanically erupt from the shimmering white nylon top that encased them; her willowy arms tapering to red-tipped nails; her short black skirt barely covering her firm round ass swinging in rhythm with her rocketing hips. Everywhere she glistened with gold accents against her brown skin – earlobes, neck, writs, ankles. She turned heads continually – men and women alike – as she made her way to the gate. She looked awesome and she knew it. She loved the feeling of eyes on her; the excitement of heads turning her way; the appreciative nods.

Her flight was boarding when she arrived so without hesitation she floated down the jetway in search of seat 8B. When she reached her row, there were already two men seated, absently scanning magazines, leaving her little choice but to squeeze past the one on the aisle. She excused herself and stepped over his feet, hugging the seat back in front of him. He caught her scent full in his nostrils and when he looked up, was struck full-force as her beautiful ass passed inches from his face. His eyes scanned over her quickly as she sat down. What little he saw in that split second intrigued him, his senses coming alive. Oddly, he felt wider awake than he had moments before. He made a pretense of leaning to pick something up from the floor at his feet while in reality he was eyeing her legs.