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I smiled, self-assured and giddy as I moved along the wide airport hallway toward my gate. The sound of the rubberized hard-plastic wheels of my carry-on rolled along the tile behind me. The small bag was all I would need for my spontaneous four-day, three-night trip to Miami. The bag was almost excessive for the scant clothing inside.What I did need was a change of scenery. Work had been busy and stressful. It was also too long since I’d had a good fuck. Endless mid-west summer days can feel stagnant with both humidity and action. Walking into work Monday morning pushed me over the edge. In minutes I booked a flight to Miami, a hotel on South Beach, and submitted my vacation request to my boss. Within my first half hour, all were confirmed. It was disappointing that the only available seat on the plane was the middle in the back row. I counted it a small inconvenience for finishing the week in Miami Beach.Seventy-two hours later, I arrived at the airport instead of work. I breezed through the almost non-existent Thursday morning security lines, a full two hours before departure. My smile broadened, now walking toward my gate with nothing between me and my much-needed “me” time, in a beautiful place where no one knows me. At least not yet.Seeing my gate ahead of me, I decided to duck into a lounge, conveniently located before it. I was ready to get my long-weekend party started. Large windows covered the back wall with views of the runways, offering most of the light in the room. I took a stool halfway down the long bar. Small tables dotted the other half of the room.“What can I get you?” the handsome bartender in his fifties asked.“Martini, please.”“Anything special with it?”“Make bursa escort it dirty,” I answered.“Would love to,” he answered, in a tone devoid of any subtlety for the double-entendre.I smiled. He was the first of many I hoped would hit on me in the days ahead. When it came, I took a sip and relished the moment. My vacation had started.“This seat taken?” a warm, deep voice asked, interrupting my blissful daze.“Uh, no,” I answered, looking to my left, toward the sound of his voice. My smile instantly grew at the sight of the uniformed stranger.Most of the stools were empty at the extended bar, making his request about the one next to me intentional. I watched his attempt to be restrained, taking in a fuller view of me. My long, curled blond hair cascaded over my shoulders; my blue eyes sparked with excitement; my white smile contrasted my tan skin. The sunlight streaming through the plate glass windows offered a silhouette of my five-foot-ten fit, slender form through the almost sheer white cotton mini dress. Spaghetti straps led to a low scoop neckline. The broderie Anglaise hem fell just over the barstool seat, showing off my long legs. The silhouette made it clear the only clothing beneath the dress might be panties, but it was impossible to be certain.He smiled back and commandeered the stool. “Thank you.” The muscular, pilot, looking to be in his early forties, was six-foot with dark hair, deep brown eyes, and a strong jaw. His sharply pressed white shirt and black pants covered a body that looked equally as firm as his uniform. He set his white hat down on the bar while pulling his small garment bag close behind.“Whata you have?” the bartender asked him, with bursa escort bayan less warmth than offered to me.“Rum and Coke,” he answered.“Coming right up, Captain.”“Aren’t there laws about drinking and flying?” I teased, with a coy glance and smile in his direction.“There are,” he answered back. “But they only apply if you’re flying and drinking at the same time. I looked at him curiously. Why else would a pilot in uniform be at the airport, except to fly?“Just finished a shift. I’m deadheading a jump seat for an early flight in the morning.” I took another sip of my martini. “That makes sense,” I said sarcastically.“Sorry,” he responded genuinely. “I’m just catching a ride now for an early flight I’m scheduled for out of Miami in the morning. “That’s where I’m going,” I answered.“Miami?”“Yep,” sizing him up again.There was a sudden, new, lust-filled tension between us. The air thickened with obvious but unspoken possibilities. Our small talk flowed easily, laced with subtle flirting.“Nate. Nate Turner,” he said, putting his hand out to shake.“Katie. Katie Kingston,” I answered, sliding my long, slender fingers into his firm grip.Our conversation continued to flow easily, including his offer to show me around Miami. As time passed, the nuances of our flirting dissolved with the second drink. I was definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol and enjoying myself. The vacation was off to a good start, and the plane hadn’t even left yet.Nate glanced at his watch. “They’ll be boarding soon,” he said.I reached into my purse for my wallet.“I’ve got this,” Nate said, nonchalantly. He dropped three twenties and a ten on the bar. “Walk you to your gate?”“Absolutely,” escort bursa I said.We arrived at the gate and found two seats. “If you’ll excuse me for just a moment. I need to check in. I’ll be right back.”Nate walked up to the gate agent and showed his badge. There was some friendly small talk, but I couldn’t hear what they were saying. Just as he returned the agent announced the plane was boarding. I still debated his offer to show me around.“We welcome boarding group A aboard,” the woman’s voice over the loudspeaker said.“That’s us,” he said.I laughed. “That might be you,” I said. I held up my phone, showing my back-of-the-plane, middle-seat boarding pass with seat 38E. “Group D for me,” I said.“Yeah, they just told me they gave your seat away,” he said. “That’s not yours anymore.”“What?!” I cried, shocked. “No! I need to be on that plane!”Nate smiled. “Then let’s get onboard. Refresh the app. I think your boarding pass has you in Group A.”I refreshed my screen. The boarding pass showed Group A, with seat 4A. “Seriously?”“Seriously. Like I said, ‘that’s us.’”As we boarded, I realized seat 4A was the window seat in the back row of first class. “Here, let me help you with your bag,” he said. I slid into the spacious legroom and plopped into the wide, plush leather chair. I looked up as he slipped my carry-on into the overhead compartment, allowing a full view of his muscular body displayed in front of me. Nate moved in next to me and sat down. He said he preferred the back row, for the privacy it offered with the back wall He added that most of the attention is usually given to passengers in the front rows.“Good morning, Nate,” the pretty flight attendant said with a drop of seduction in her glance and voice. She studied me. “And Ms. Kingston?”“Katie,” I said, feeling spoiled.“Glad you’re with us, Katie. I’m Leandra. Let me know if there is anything I can do or get you to make your flight more enjoyable.”