Attractive Stranger on a Flight from Milan to London For about the twentieth time, I looked down the aisle to see why we were not departing. To my surprise, coming down the aisle towards me, was an attractive dark haired woman. Behind her I noticed the hostess closing the front door. I though she looked Brazilian, dark hair, olive complexion and wearing a dark blue dress that was buttoned right down the front. The dress was fitting at the top, where it was stitched in patterns with light blue cotton; highlighting her breasts, and then flaring out over her hips, down to her ankles. I had just spent a few days in Milan on company business, and had boarded a British Airways flight for London, departing Milan at 7:50 p.m. The flight was not that full, so I asked for a row of seats to myself, as it had been a tough set of meetings and I wanted to catch some sleep, even though the flight was not all that long. Because I was rather late to the check-in, I was informed that the only free row was down near the back. As I walked down the aisle, I noted that the rows towards the back of the plane all only had one or two persons in them, so plenty of people had the same idea as I did. When I got to my seat, I found that I was in the second to last row – the row behind me was empty, I guessed it had been left free for the stewardesses to place their bags etc. My seat was the aisle seat (I always ask for that) and I sat myself down, expecting to move over and spread out once the plane was in the air. I was one of the last to board, so I glanced down the aisle, watching the final passengers for anyone that may have been placed in my row. …and then things took a turn
