I like libraries and museums. I revere the ability to lose time. Investigating the pathway of the statues, feel the marble columns and admire paintings. In a quiet library the world could be a torrent and I can escape in my mind, led by a great adventurer, a mystery or the history of a country. There is an enjoyment in the isolation.
However, in this moment I am in the opposite. Instead of escaping time, I'm chained and pulled to it relentlessly. Fear and time meet together, despite having hours to my flight I fear I might accidentally time travel and miss my flight. Too many people, too many ambitious questions: "What do you do for a living?" "do you have kids".. I just want to say "I mind my own business for a living" "it's a life experience not a necessity - why do you care?"
This trip however is a bit different, I'm accompanied by her. Together we are going to Istanbul for work. A short flight for me, she's already had to travelled through 3 time zones and obviously exhausted. She sits across from me with her legs crossed, and her eyes closed seemingly unaffected by the torrent. I envy this, to appear so serene in such chaos. As she appears to sleep I gain the confidence to look upon her instead of my notes. My eyes crawl from her knees up her chest and to her neck and lips until finally I see her eyes have slowly opened and are noticing me. I feel warmth fill my face and I immediately turn to my notebook to imagine that I can erase her memory.
Boarding time follows with just enough time for my face to return to a normal color. She suddenly stops, some traffic jam ahead and I bump into her. A quick apology, even faster my brain is imagining bending her over infront of me. I pray the person infront of her trips and this occurs again. I think how brave it'd be to just grab her by the waist and pull her against me. I feel my body warming up and realize how quickly my mind is building a fantasy about her. She takes the window and looks up from her seat at me and I realize a strong bulge is showing. My heart begins racing, and I sit down and hold my bag over my crotch to forget the moment. The flight takes off and I find the ability to lose myself in my mind. She haunts me, I imagine dancing with her, I imagine her straddling me, I imagine bending her over. I awake and my legs are burning. Airplanes destroy my legs and I accidentally rub my legs against her. She smiles and I advert my eyes nervously. I want to reach into her legs and tell her how badly I want her but cannot. I wonder if she can feel my thoughts crawling over her.
I feel her hand creep under my bag, into my thigh. Our hands meet beneath my bag. This is our secret. My heart is racing at this development. I pull her hand lightly up my thigh, letting her know my feelings and acceptance. Soon I feel a jolt as her hand tightens around my bulge and she announces she needs to go to the bathroom. I wait long enough to not allow people notice my erection as I run to the bathroom. I knock twice and the door clicks open, there is no longer a plane, no longer chaos, I'm engulfed in her serenity. I lift her to my height and bite her lip and our tongues dance. I pull her tigther to me and quickly I'm sat down with her ontop my body is too large for the small space. Despite our isolation I'm quickly aware of my anxiety we might create a load shift in the plane and it'll crash. She reads my mind, exposing me from my pants and pull me into her she rests ontop of me. I feel the heat of her breath in my ear as I reach around and grab her butt forcing her up and down. She presses herself down and I can feel myself pulsing inside of her. We are one, we are breathing as one, we are feeling every pulse, every twitch.