Sudden fame and instant stardom had hit Shannon Elizabeth very quickly. No one in Hollywood had expected "American Pie" to be the success that it was. Then she did the Playboy layout, and again she was bombarded with media attention. Things had finally settled down until "Scary Movie", another totally unexpected hit.

Shannon missed her old life back in Texas sometimes, back when she was younger. Her boyfriend and dogs were great company, but there was just something about being in Texas that felt so...right. And now here she was, stuck in LA traffic, on her way to the studio to do some more filming, when an idea hit her.

"I should go back to Texas TODAY. Maybe I can catch a Cowboys game this weekend."

She was a huge fan of the Cowboys, after living in Dallas during her teen years. She placed a call into the studio, told them some story about a family emergency, and then hung up. Then she called her boyfriend and told him the same thing, trying not to lie to him too much (She really liked this one). Shannon looked for the closest exit to get off of the highway and headed for the airport.

It wasn't too difficult for her to hide her appearance. After all, she didn't always use to look like a movie star. And since she was already wearing baggy clothes before she got to the set, all she had to do was take off some makeup and she looked like any other woman, albeit a tall and skinny one. Shannon bought a ticket for the next available plane to Dallas and was on her way. That was one perk about being famous all of a sudden; She had lots of money to do these spur of the moment jaunts. When the boarding call was announced (she flew coach, just to blend in), Shannon boarded the plane, making her way back to her seat. On the way, she bumped into a man sitting in the last row, aisle seat, of first class. He looked up at her, expecting to be angry over her bumping him, but he was surprised to see a fairly attractive woman apologizing at him. He smiled politely and told her it was ok. The girl kept on walking, while the man turned around to check out her ass.

When Shannon had bumped into this young man, she had almost melted. He was one of the most handsome men she had ever seen. He had dark blueish gray eyes that were framed by a kind but also firm face that looked like it belonged on a movie star. The man couldn't have been over 25 and had one of the nicest smiles she had seen. Not one of those cheesy Hollywood smiles. This was a real, genuine smile from a normal person. Her knees were a little shaky when she finally made it to her seat. She relaxed and tried to focus on the magazine she had bought and not think about the man she had ran into. No matter how hard she tried though, she couldn't stop thinking about him. Even worse, she was getting horny and wet and because she couldn't stop thinking about him, decided to do something about it. When the plane had calmed down and everyone had settled in for the in flight movie (Some cheesy Julia Roberts flick), Shannon sneaked her way to the curtain dividing first class and coach. Taking an empty seat next to some snoring idiot, she carefully pulled back the curtain.

There was her dream man, reading a Tom Clancy novel. "Hmm...smart AND cute," she thought. Shannon made a slight coughing noise, loud enough to get his attention. He turned his head around just long enough to see a arm dart out of the curtain with a piece of paper in it. Behind the curtain, he could see an eye and a pretty cheek looking out. He took the paper in the soft, delicate hand, when suddenly the arm had dissapeared.

Unfolding the note, he read it quietly to himself. All that it consisted of was two sentences:

MEET ME IN THE COACH BATHROOM,
FIVE MINUTES. KNOCK TWICE

After waiting the appropriate five minutes, calmly and collectedly the man rose from his seat and walked determindely back to the coach restroom. The door said occupied, which kind of threw him off a little. He figured that this mystery woman maybe had set him up or something, if that arm was who he thought it was. Now the man was no longer cool and collected. His heart was beating fast, half of the tension caused by nerves if he was making a mistake and the other have by pure sexual adrenaline, driving him on. Very slowly, he knocked twice on the door. The occupied sign, slid back to open, slamming against it's metal holder louder than he had remembered. The door to the restroom opened wide enough for another glance by that pretty face that he had seen behind the curtain. It was indeed the woman who had bumped him earlier. She pulled the door wider so that her mouth was visible and mouthed "Come in". Then she let go of the door, so that if anyone was watching the restroom, it would look like no one was in it. He opened the door excitedly, and then pulled it shut behind him.

Shannon was trembling at the idea of what she was about to do. Not only was it against the law to have sex in a bathroom on a plane, but there was the humiliation on the plane if she were caught, and the field day the media would have with it. But all of this seemed worth it, as the thrill of getting caught while in the throes of passion of this attractive stranger outweighed the risks. When the man opened the door, Shannon rose from her seat on the closed toliet lid and embraced him.

There tongues danced with each other for minutes that seemed like heavenly hours to Shannon. Finally, her mystery beau broke the kiss.

"We don't even know each other's names," he said "My name is..."

"Shh!" Shannon whispered, putting her finger to his lips. "I like it that way."

Shannon then decided to do something that she never did sexually with her boyfriend: Make the first move.

"Fuck it," she thought to herself. "I'm never going to see him again, plus he doesn't even know who I am. I can be whoever I want."

Grabbing hold of his belt that was securing his neatly ironed khakis, Shannon quickly undid the belt and unzipped his pants. Stepping out of his shoes, the man meanwhile focused on getting her out of her clothes. All the while, they had never broken their second kiss, and now he was sliding his hands all over her ass, squeezing gently her two round cheeks, eliciting a moan out of her, deep in her throat. Shannon, having removed his pants, pulled his white collared shirt over his head in one quick movement, then slowly drug her nails over his well defined chest and hard as a rock abdomen. But he wasn't the only one nearly naked.

He had found the zipper to her tight pants (on the sides of all places) and by moving her hips with his hands, had wiggled them off of her. She was wearing underneath only a super thin pair of black silk panties, which he quickly removed. Her pussy had light brownish outer lips but almost bright pink inner lips, which he could see were fully aroused. Her pubic hair had been neatly trimmed, not totally shaven off but instead in just a small strip above her beautiful mound. After gazing in admiration at the sight of her beautiful pussy, the mystery man refocused his attention to this blossoming beauty in front of him. "She is much hotter than I thought. Maybe she is a model, who is traveling incognito," he thought to himself. Wrapping his hands around her waist, he pulled her hips closer to him, grinding her pussy against his barely contained cock which was still in his boxer shorts. Reaching up behind her, he grasped the bottom of her sweatshirt and pulled it up over her head, revealing some of the nicest tits he had ever seen, and a body that underneath the baggy clothing was absolutely stunning. Her breasts were totally natural, by his guess a C cup, Her nipples were small and brown, contrasting nicely to her very light colored skin. Massaging them with the palms of his hands, he played with her nipples, getting them very hard and pointed. He could have played with them all day, if they didn't suddenly move down with the body they were attached to.