Erotica Short Stories

Cold But Warm

She sighed as she finally let herself fall on her seat next to the window. She hated the middle seat and the seat next to the aisle would mean a restless flight. So she was quite lucky to get one of the window seats even tho the airplane looked very empty until now. The seats next to her were free and she silently prayed for it to remain that way.

It wasn't her first time flying. She had done it a few times already. But this was only her second time flying alone and she tended to panic because of minor things. She was pleasantly surprised when she couldn't spot any small children on the plane. This meant she could at least sleep a good amount of the 8 hour flight. Her mother wasn't pleased that her 17 year old daughter decided to fly to America on her own to visit family but she had lost control of Cacy. She would probably consider herself lucky if she received a text message from her daughter that she arrived safely. She decided to listen to some music to calm down a bit and to close her eyes. Maybe she could drift off to sleep right away and would wake up when they landed. That would be perfect. But she felt her unnaturally fast heartbeat and she remembered a time when she had been afraid of heights. Now she regretted that she had booked the window seat but there was no escape in an airplane anyways. She thought about where she was heading to and couldn't surpress her smile. It would be worth it. It would be very much worth it. Finally she closed her eyes and when the steel-bird lost contact to the ground and pushed its way higher and higher above the clouds, she was soundly asleep.

When she woke up she looked at her phone and realised that it had only been 45 minutes of sleep. Better than nothing she thought to herself. As the catering service went around to serve drinks she noticed that she wasn't alone in her seat anymore. Someone must have joined her while she was asleep. She peaked a bit to her right but without turning her head she wouldn't be able to look the person in the eyes. She could tell it was a man in a suit. New black leathery shoes and his fingers were tapping on his keyboard furiously even tho they were 10000 feet above the ground. She had to force herself not to roll her eyes at him. He probably woke her up with his annoying tip-tapping.
When the stewardess arrived she asked for an ordinary orange juice and confirmed two times that it was all her heart desired. When he turned to the stewardess she could easily look at him and notice his deep black sunglasses which tied in perfectly with his look. Who would wear sunglasses while being on an airplane? Was he afraid the artificial light might destroy his retina? Or did he want to show off. Black suit, black shoes, black glasses. A weird man indeed. Maybe he was an undercover emo with that black hair and that concentrated gaze which didn't react to the flirtatious attempts of the blond stewardess, Cacy thought.

Ice cold.

His presence was ice cold.

A deep, unsettling, furious ice cold like strong mercyless currents in the black ocean. But at the same time he was strikingly handsome.
She forced her head back to her phone and turned on the song 'Smells Like Teen Spirit ' from Nirvana. Her mother hated their music which was the reason Cacy started listening at all to them. But eventually she started to like the sound of the music they created. It grew on her.

When the horizon finally darkened and many people used their grey curtains to block out the remaining light, the silence in the plane started to muffle the roaring engines. She thought about sleeping again but somehow this man next to her made her more than uneasy. After some time he had closed his lap top and his hands were folded in his lap. He didn't move but she didn't know if he was sleeping. He hadn't taken off his sunglasses. 'Get your shit together Cacy' she thought to herself. Everything is fine. And with that her eyes slowly closed and she found the small movements of the airplane to be calming while she sank deeper into her dreams.

She woke up when something heavy rested on her knee. No. Not her knee. It was moving. She tried to shake it off and turn around but it grew heavier and climbed up to her inner thigh. Her eyes flew open but she couldn't see anything. She was enclosed by darkness and only the small blinking lights above every seat reminded her of where she was.

Finally she tried to remove the heavy warm object that had disturbed her wonderful sleep but when she reached down she realised it wasn't any object or jacket or pillow or bag. It was a hand. A strong, warm hand on her thigh.

Panic.
Pure panic rose up in her core and prevented her from breathing. But at the same time thrilling excitement.
This is only a dream she thought. It couldn't be any different. But yet there it was. His warm hand on her thigh. He seemed so cold, but his hands were warm.

She knew she could easily brush off his hand or call for a stewardess. But something inside of her didn't want to. She enjoyed the attention.
She knew that what he was doing was everything but his right and that she should fight against it. Still her excitement over this cold man with his warm big hands overruled her panic.

So she stopped resisting and let go of her fear.

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Long time no see. Or more like read? I revamped this story for you because I disliked the way it was heading to before. I'm sure that it is more enjoyable now. But of course you can give me feedback on this in the comments.
~Love, stormy