Will Werner groaned silently to himself as he made his way down the narrow aisle of the Embraer 190 small jet that would take him from Boston to Washington, DC in just over 90 minutes of flight time. The business trip that he was taking was planned only two days ago. He got the last Jet Blue seat left, 23D, which he now saw was the window seat in a row with just one other seat on the aisle. At 6'2", 190 lbs., Will barely fit in aisle seats in bigger jets, let alone the window seat in this subcompact model. Moreover, Will was more used to flying longer distances and always flying business class, first class where available. Literally rubbing elbows with the common masses wasn't Will's idea of a good time.
Will arrived at his seat before the occupant of 23C had appeared. He or she must be behind him in the boarding line. "With my luck", Will thought to himself, "my aisle-mate will be a grossly obese auto mechanic who hasn't showered in the past week." Settling into his seat Will realized that the space was too small for him to use his laptop. Fortunately, he had brought the day's copy of the Wall Street Journal; this would occupy him for the short flight to DC. Casually laying the WSJ on the empty seat beside him, Will strained to perform the acrobatics involved in putting his shoulder bag under the seat in front of him. With his head stuffed almost between his knees he nearly didn't hear the woman's voice say, "Excuse me, this is my seat."
Straightening up to remove the WSJ to accommodate his fellow traveler, Will nearly gasped out load. Standing there waiting to take the adjoining seat was no sweaty auto mechanic, but one of the most attractive, young woman that he had seen in some time, clearly at least 10 years younger than his 42. Whether it was just raw lust or something more, Will wasn't sure, but he was sure that he was flooded with feelings that he had not experienced in quite a long time.
Will arrived at his seat before the occupant of 23C had appeared. He or she must be behind him in the boarding line. "With my luck", Will thought to himself, "my aisle-mate will be a grossly obese auto mechanic who hasn't showered in the past week." Settling into his seat Will realized that the space was too small for him to use his laptop. Fortunately, he had brought the day's copy of the Wall Street Journal; this would occupy him for the short flight to DC. Casually laying the WSJ on the empty seat beside him, Will strained to perform the acrobatics involved in putting his shoulder bag under the seat in front of him. With his head stuffed almost between his knees he nearly didn't hear the woman's voice say, "Excuse me, this is my seat."
Straightening up to remove the WSJ to accommodate his fellow traveler, Will nearly gasped out load. Standing there waiting to take the adjoining seat was no sweaty auto mechanic, but one of the most attractive, young woman that he had seen in some time, clearly at least 10 years younger than his 42. Whether it was just raw lust or something more, Will wasn't sure, but he was sure that he was flooded with feelings that he had not experienced in quite a long time.
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