I plopped myself down into my seat; 4A — Business class. I had just finished a successful trip in LA, signing a four million dollar contract. Small by my normal standards as I usually get clients to sign a contracts three or four times more. I wasn’t concerned since I’d be meeting with their counterparts in Vancouver and New York to sign agreements covering another ten mil. My 150 million sales quota covered the Americas and I exceeded it every year.

Relaxing in my seat, my eyes were suddenly drawn to the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. As she turned down my aisle, we locked eyes. Hers were perfect almond-shaped, eyes. She had high cheekbones, cute nose and perfectly pouty, red lips. Her long dark hair framed her face and cascaded over her breasts. She wore a pretty sundress that showed off her nicely shaped body.

She smiled directly at me before checking her ticket stub for her place. In my mind I was wishing. “Please. Please sit beside me!”

She stopped and stood beside me. She checked the seat number and then her ticket stub. She smiled broadly and said. “Looks like we’re seated together.”

“Hi! Great!” I smiled back. Being in sales, I don’t have problems speaking with people but I was so perplexed I had no idea what to say. “Flying to Vancouver?”

“I hope so.” She chuckled. She settled into her seat. The front of her dress opened a bit to expose some shiny leg. She was wearing stockings. “Hi. I’m Chanel… Chanel Santini.”

“Gerome.” I introduced myself. “My friends call me Geo.”

“Nice to meet you Geo.” Her hazel coloured eyes sparkled as the corners of her lips turned up. “Are you going home to Vancouver?”

“No. I’ve got some sales business there. I live in Toronto.” I answered with a little more confidence. “You? What do you do?”

“I’m in the film industry. I’m going to do some work.” Chanel informed me.

“Gee, I hope I don’t sound stupid or typical. Are you an actor? You are certainly beautiful enough to be.” I asked. “Would I have seen you in anything?”

“Yes I am an actor.” Chanel simply offered. “I don’t know if you would have seen me in anything.”

Her answer was short but polite. She didn’t expand on it further so I didn’t probe further.

We continued to make small talk. There definitely was a connection. Chanel mostly asked about me but didn’t provide me with too many clues about her. We were relaxed until there was a sudden bang from a cargo door being shut. Chanel jumped in her seat.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Yes! I’m just not a great flier.” Chanel told me. When the plane started to push back, Chanel clutched my hand. “Oh. I’m sorry! I..”

“Oh no. It’s okay. You can hold my hand as long as you want.” I smiled sincerely. Inside, my heart was melting. “I travel on planes all the time and they are very safe. They fly thousands of hours every day without incident other than departing late.”

The pilot turned up the engines, released the brakes and roared down the runway. Chanel squeezed my hand more. Her long painted nails dug into my palm but there was no way I was going to say anything. This beautiful woman wanted to hold my hand for security, who was I to complain.

As the plane ascended, Chanel pressed her body back in to the plush seat. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was a bit ragged causing her full breasts to heave up and down. Soon the plane levelled out and the engines were more of a gentle hum. Chanel relaxed a bit. Bar service starts soon after. The three hour trip allowed us to have a couple of drinks. She took a sip of wine from her glass and placed it on her tray; a perfect lipstick mark on the rim. All the time, I allowed her to hold… No, not allowed, I wanted her to keep holding my hand. She held my hand.

The sounds of the engines changed pitch told me we were approaching Vancouver. The flight attendances collected the empty glasses. Chanel tensed up a bit. With the weather not being the best, there was a sudden bump of turbulence. Chanel squeezed harder. Another bump and she brought my hand to her chest. The back of my hand pressed against her left breast. I know she was scared but I was getting a massive boner in my pants. Good thing we were sitting.

The more the plane descended, the more turbulence there was, the harder Chanel pulled my hands onto her pillowy breast. When I looked over at her, her eyes were squeezed shut. She was literally shaking.

With a final BUMP, the plane was on the ground. The pilot depressed the brakes to slow the speed enough to make a turn onto the exit ramp. Chanel was panting as she relaxed her grip on me but still clasped it between her boobs. I could feel her heart thump as her breathing became more regular.

Finally at the gate, Chanel realized what she was doing and release her grip. She gave me a little chuckle and smiled. “Silly me! I don’t know why I get so tense.”

After customs, I lost her at luggage but managed to see her outside waiting. I asked. “Chanel, do you need a lift somewhere?”

“Oh, no thank you Geo. Someone is picking me up.” Chanel smiled. “Thanks again for your help. Take care. Maybe we’ll see each other soon.”

I got in my limo and left. “Stupid! I should have given her my contact info.”

The Vancouver meeting was very good. Another six mil contract signed. I made my way back to my hotel. I stopped and said “hello” to Rebecca the Concierge. She always made sure my room was ready, my luggage delivered and unpacked (by her) and took care of my every need (yes, euphemism). I stopped off in the bar for a quick drink. Something caught my attention. I looked over and saw Chanel. She spotted me, smiled and came over. “Chanel. I’m surprised. I didn’t know you were staying here.”

“The company put me some place else but it was a hole. I looked up a different place and voila!” Chanel took a seat beside me. I ordered her a drink. We clinched glasses and. “Cheers!”

“So how was your shoot” I asked. “I assume it was a shoot.”

“Yes. It was good. I’ll have to do another tomorrow.” Chanel told me. “And you? Was your meeting successful?’

“Yes. It was.” I nodded. “Wow! They’re making you work on Saturday?”

“Yes, no rest for the wicked.” We laughed.

“Are you busy tonight? Would you like to join me for dinner?” I asked.

“That would be fantastic.” Chanel beamed. “I was just going to eat alone.”

We both wanted to change before hand and agreed for me to come by her room to pick her up. I went to my suite. I took a quick Shower and selected a nice suit. I had Rebecca make a restaurant reservation and I apologized to her for not being available for our usual get together when she was done work.

At the agreed time, I went to collect Chanel. I knocked on the door and found it ajar. Slowly I pushed it open. “Hello?”

“Hi Geo! Come in.” Chanel was sitting on her bed, putting on an earring. She looked great dressed in a classy black jump suit. The low vee neck showed her lovely cleavage and the suit itself clung to her body showing every curve. The legs were loose. My eyes went to her feet. She wore red stiletto heels; I estimated at least four and a half inches high. She rose from the bed; she stood just over six feet tall; five inches taller than I was.

“You look fantastic!” I told her. She didn’t seem put off by our height difference. I like that.

“So do you. I Love a man in a well-made suit.” She came over and kissed me on the cheek. She giggled and wiped her lipstick mark off my face. “Ready?”

The limo dropped us off at our restaurant. It was one of my favourites. Angelo the Maitre d saved a place in the back for me. A quaint booth for two. Chanel slipped in the right side and I the left. Dinner was great as always: smoked Scottish salmon app, lobster thermidor main and passion fruit mousse dessert. We sat and conversed while enjoying some cognac.

“So you never told me if there was something I might have watched that you were in.” I asked.

“Well, I’m pretty sure you haven’t. Didn’t you look me up on the internet?” She asked.

“Truthfully, I didn’t have the time and when I did, I figured we’d never see each other again so…” I admitted. “Our meeting again must be kismet!”

Chanel brought out her phone. She keyed in something and paused. I could tell she wasn’t sure if she should share her secret. Finally she said. “Geo. I think we both feel there is something between us. But before I show you this, I must warn you that I am not a typical girl.”

I had no idea what she meant and shook my head in confusion. She seemed perfectly normal. She was perfect really. She turned her phone to me. A video was playing. I recognized Chanel with another girl. Both were naked and were making out. Chanel was on her back and the other dark haired girl was sucking a cock. It took a few seconds for me to come to the realization that it was Chanel’s cock.

Of course I had heard and seen films of transvestites, transsexuals and hermaphrodites but I had to take time processing what I was watching. I looked at Chanel. She was looking at me unsure of my reaction. I looked back at the video. Chanel spoke. “The other girl is Sophia Grace. I was doing a film today with another girl from Canada. Geo? What are you thinking? Geo? Gerome?”

I turned to look at Chanel. I think she was on the verge of tears. I took her hand in my right and placed my left palm on her right cheek. I carefully turned her face and pulled it to me. I gently pressed my lips against hers. We stayed lip locked for a few seconds before I released her. Chanel looked at me. Then she grabbed my face and planted her lips hard on mine.