A gentleman helped her swing her bag up into the overhead compartment amid all the other arms and elbows in the crowded aisle.
"Thank you! Thanks a lot." she smiled at the gray-haired man in a light gray suit, admiring his blue eyes.
Her seat was on the aisle and she nodded to the young girl stowing her backpack under the seat in front of her. "Will this be in your way?" she said.
"Not at all. Don't have anything but my purse anyway."
"How long is this flight, do you know?"
"A little over three hours, I think."
More bags slammed and some of the compartments were slammed shut.
Most of the seats were soon filled and a few stragglers hurried up and down the aisle looking for space in the overhead. Lots of disgusted slamming of full doors, more harried searching. Katy opened her book, but knew it was too soon to start getting into it with all the distractions. One of the latecomers caught her attention. He looked familiar. She knew it was he, but wasn't sure she wanted to admit it. She buried her eyes in her book ... his eyes were searching the bins. He passed and took a seat across the aisle and two rows to the rear. The back of her neck reddened and she kept her eyes on the book in her lap.
"Aren't you uncomfortable traveling that way? Dress, nylons and heels?"
"No, not really. I'm an old fashioned girl, I suppose. But really, I didn't have a chance to change into something more comfortable ... so ... here I am."
"Looks nice, though." The younger girl smiled at her and put her pencil to a crossword puzzle.
"Maybe it is not even him." She thought. "Maybe just looks like him. It's been twenty years ... people change."
The engines roared and the taxi began.
"Would you fasten your seat belt, please?"
She heard the stewardess stop two rows back and heard the flirtatious male voice and brief banter take place with the stewardess. "Well, that sounds like him," she thought sardonically. In spite of herself, she smiled and read the same page for the fifth time.
Katy managed to avoid looking back until they were at altitude and the fasten seat belt sign had binged off. She left her belt on, her elbow on the arm of the seat and her book poised on upturned fingers. She couldn't resist a quick look back. And there they were, those same blue-green eyes and they were locked on her with an intense stare. She quickly looked down and away pretending to be looking for something. But she could already hear the belt being unlatched and then he was looking down at her questioningly.
"Katy? Katy Marie Reilly, it's you, isn't it?"
She looked up into his eyes and smiled.
"Hello, Robby. How are you?"
"I'm fine. You look wonderful. How long has it been?"
"I don't know. Twenty years?"
"Too long." He said. "Oh, Miss, would you mind changing seats so I can sit with my ex-wife?"
"He is a liar," she said, "you don't have to move."
"Oh, now Katy, we have to ... surely..." he grinned the crooked grin she could never resist in high school.
She relented. "He's a charming liar, though. If you don't mind changing ... it's just barely OK with me."
The girl gathered her things and bumped her backpack against the head in front of their row, and Robby John Kelly swung his lithe body into the seat and made himself comfortable, stowing a brief case under the seat in front of him.
"You know, I always hear about you around town. I try to keep track of you. Sounds like you are doing great. What is it, two kids? I see your brother Tom every so often, he tells me stuff."
"Does he?" She remembered her brother invariably told her that he had seen Robby and that he asked about her. But, so many people told her that regularly, she didn't need to ask about Robby. She wondered if she would have asked if family and friends back in Springfield weren't always thrusting the information at her.
They settled into a fairly comfortable reminiscence, leaving out how badly it had ended. Talking more about old friends and relationships.
She had been a wide-eyed freshman at a Catholic girls' high school and he the bad-boy athlete in his senior year at the boys' school. He had a car and in it he had taught her a lot about sex and kissing and making out. Her upbringing kept her a virgin, in spite of his best efforts. Her mind drifted back to sneaking out of the house to break her father's rule against dating Robby and being picked up at a friend's house for long evenings of making out in the old Chevy. While she had been one of the 'good girls' she had enough of the renegade to be attracted by the wise-guy senior classman and by the pleasures of adolescent sex. Always short of penetration. He taught her first French kiss, which she really liked. He was the first boy to touch her breasts in a serious way, scooping them out of the cups of her sturdy Maidenform brassieres. She remembered being terribly nervous about putting her panties in the laundry because they bore evidence of his making her moist between her legs on every night of necking. She remembered resting her arm on his thigh and finding the warm, firm length of his cock there against her soft virginal flesh. The windows would steam over in cold winter nights as he pressed it against her mound through tight blue jeans. When he tried to press her down where her lips might have found his cock, she remembered whispering:
"Don't make me do that."
"What? Don't do what?"
"Oh, my mind wandered, I didn't mean to say that out loud. Sorry!" Her face was crimson.
"God, you still blush! Look at you!" he laughed.
And he had stopped forcing her down into his lap that time. With the joy that can only come in those youthful days, they explored each other's bodies thoroughly. Through it all, she had maintained a certain line and he grudgingly respected her for it. Most nights he went home with a bad case of what was referred to as 'lover's nuts.'
Toward the end of the school year however, Robby sought more from a senior girl friend. And got it. She became pregnant and in the way of the community in those days, they 'had to get married.' Katy's first "white Knight in shining armor' had crushed her young dreams. It was hurt that stayed with her, even though she had many more romances and happy memories from her high school days. She was known as one of the nice girls and it was known among the boys that nothing below the waist was tolerated with Katy. Always, she was a one boyfriend at a time girl, though she changed boy friends regularly.
But now, even twenty years later, her best friends from those days kept the memories fresh and asked if she still thought of Robby even after being married since graduating from College. She had even reluctantly told her husband some of the details during sex one night. He kept asking about it and seemed to find some excitement in getting her to tell him little snippets of their hot penetration-less love making in Robby's old Chevy.
"Sorry, I didn't hear what you said?" she asked as she came out of her reverie about her sexual awakening. She disliked the fact that she felt moistness in her panties just thinking about it.
"They just announced that the Chicago airport has shut down. Big snowstorm. We are going to land someplace else."
"Snow there too, but not as much, I guess." He supplied. "Might as well relax and enjoy it. Hey, we can get all caught up! Do you remember all those nights you sent me home with sore nuts?" he whispered.
"Stop! We're both married and we shouldn't talk like that."
She was blushing furiously and crossed her arms across her chest to hide the nipples showing through the dress.
Katy had long wondered how she would react to being near him again. When he got married, it was like the couple dropped out of sight. She had only seen him from a distance a couple times in all these years. She knew it was possible that the old feelings would still be there if they were together. She didn't like that thought and she hoped it wasn't true. But sitting together in the tiny airline seats meant that their thighs touched from time to time ... and she noticed that the cock that had seemed so large to a high school freshman was visible against his trouser leg at this moment. Memories made her swivel the armrest down between their bodies.
Katy had never strayed from her marriage vows and in many ways was still the Catholic schoolgirl of her upbringing.
The bar was very crowded but they found one stool and Katy climbed up and crossed one nylon-sheathed leg over the others. Her skirt split attractively over her leg at mid thigh.
"I'll have a Manhattan, she nodded to the Barman."
"I'll have the same." She heard Robby say. "Nice place, eh?"
She nodded and tasted the sweet liquor. It occurred to her that she loved wine and liquors, but admitted it was a bit of a weak point. She tended to get drunk and happy rather easily. She made a note to be careful.
They continued laughing and reminiscing.
Robby rested his hand on her thigh, loving the feel of the dress sliding over nylons. Katy put her hand on his, and then slowly pushed it away.
"How did it go ... when you ditched me ... and went off with Cindy?" she said pointedly. "You hurt me, you know."
"You dumped me! No ... I know ... I am sorry about that. We had such a good thing going, you and I. I screwed up, Katy, I screwed up."
"Yes." She answered simply, admitting nothing further.
He was silent for a while and she knew she had stunned him with the sharp comment.
.... There is more of this story ...