Tentacle Romance

on my phallus in a high-speed frenzy. Her eyes w

to Sarasota. She was the lead flight attendant. The flight wasn’t very crowded, and I obviously wasn’t the only person on the flight that r

. For one, I was a nerd and somewhat shy. The likelihood of even dating a girl like Crystal was foreign. For another, I had no hope of ever meeting somebody like Crystal; at least I didn’t think so. I was nearer to thirty than twenty, and

wife ready to do anything, or something in the middle? What kind of life would either of those deliver and would

e I wasn’t going to fly the plane. What did count was that I had a seat in the first row of the plane. As it turned out, we chatted as she worked and prepped the beverage service, and then as

blonde, long hair in a ponytail, high cheek bones, a smile that lit up the morning, and a very sunny disposition. I doubt little truly upset her; she was too happy to all

ld get me ‘everywhere’. I suggested with a smirk that ‘everywhere’ should start with me buying her lunch at the airport. I assumed that might be a safe environment for he

asked a few questions, we agreed to flee the airport in our own cars and to meet at a breakfast-lunch place tha

ingers left over. I wondered why I’d done what I did. I was not an ugly Quasimodo, but I’d had a couple of traumas in my life, and I had a nerdy kind of job as a computer geek. At least, I

nly made my day brighter. I’m sure I glowed for her. She’d changed

t beat faster. We were on the same wavelength, talked the same language, and our hearts were often beating as one. We couldn’t get enough of each other, I was certain. My brain s

employees in that industry, she was becoming an old timer. She told me that over half of new hi

own and maybe getting what she called a ‘real job’. So far, she’d traveled to every continent, and wa

nd I don’t have a guy in every port, nor do I party until I drop at nearby night clubs. Instead, I started to apply

graduation from UNC she moved south as she took the airline job. She’d been fortunate enough to score flights from her home airport, but she occasionally fil

ed speech sound like a self-serving snow job. I don’t think she took it that way. I’d be

after my mom had died. She passed way too early in her life from a sudden auto-immune disease that was fast-acting and all but u

g sports, favorite hobbies, and so on. We even did politics and rel

sy – of course. She promised to counter with another day and time after she had her flight schedule for the next month in hand. I didn’t push the issue by offering up more dates and ti

gh. I felt proud of myself for not coming onto her in a stronger way as well as for not being overly shy and avoiding her altog

ood near the city called Bird Key. The entry way to the gatehouse had a fountain, a