(A/N~ Written for the OC challenge on CCOAC. I picked Derek and was assigned Addison Felipe, an airline stewardess.)
"When I asked if today could any longer, it wasn't a challenge," Derek breathed to himself. He'd been in Chicago for the funeral of an old high school buddy. His flight had already been delayed twice. They hadn't yet taken off, and he was wondering if this flight was actually going to make it into the air.
"Pardon me, sir?" The stewardess leaned closer, assuming he was speaking to her.
"I was talking to myself. Sorry," he replied. Derek turned his head to look at the woman standing over him. She was tall, probably about 5'11". Her long, sumptuous legs peeked out of a navy blue uniform skirt. She wore flat shoes, something sensible for her job. Her long, dark hair was pulled into a braid that trailed down her back like a silken rope. Derek had to resist the urge to reach out and touch it. Her eyes sparkled like two flawless ambers beneath luscious, dark lashes. Her white uniform shirt was perfectly pressed, starched. Full, round, and perky breasts strained the fabric to its limit. Derek ran his tongue over his lips, momentarily wondering what it would be like to catch one in his mouth. As she walked away, he couldn't help admiring an ass so tight quarters would just bounce right off.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. All flights out of O'Hare are being cancelled due to weather. A customer service representative will be happy to help you make arrangements for a morning flight. We will begin deplaning now."
"Fuck my life," Derek sighed, as he stood and reached for his bag. He glanced longingly one last time at the exquisite airline stewardess, briefly wondering if she would be willing to provide him company for the evening. Instead of asking, however, he walked off the plane and began the daunting task of finding a hotel room.