A kiss under the Velvet Moon

Onward to New York City

" Miss dearie, flight attendant lady girl, Please, I need another bottle of Jack, right away please.:"

I had learned to use the button at the top of the air-conditioned small seating area at the front of this massive metal bird in flight, I was in the freaking sky, flying like a damned, bird.

At take off, I nearly broke my arm rest, my hands held on for dear life, I'd forgotten how heightened my my strength had become. Need to remember what can happen in times of stress and anger, best to drink myself into an oblivion. Unfortunately for me and that fact that I was not quite human, drinking acholic drinks worked rather quickly, but didn't last long.

My damned toxic blood, Loved the intoxicating liquid, as soon as it hit my blood stream, the liquid warmed me, to the core, but I had to drink far more then what I generally tended to drink. One tiny bottle, was not going to do it, one glass wasn't about to do it so, I just ordered the whole damned bottle.

If sitting in the first case seat didn't have its perks? I could live the lavish lifestyle, pretend to be a wealthy f*cker, and drink until I puked. Well, I wouldn't ever puke, but I could sure feel that way, at least pretend to be a slushed wanker.

I'd dressed in a pair of acid washed blue jeans paired with a two hundred dollar t shirt. "Wealthy Asshole" in silver metallic solid font, were written across the front.

"Wealthy Asshole," indeed ! I for one, could at least act as one, in this damned wantabe black hipster t-shirt.

Grey thought it might help to try and fit in, not sure I really fit in. As most of the paying costumers that surrounded us, were uptight, suit wearing, business type asswad's. The guy across from us, in seat A1, kept looking over, shaking his head back and forth. I gave him a good look at my bird, it was just for him and him alone. Red faced he turned his face back to his sleek portable laptop positioned in front of him.

" What an asshole."

I don't think Grey had ever flied, " first class", before, we were definitely not blending in. I'd say, we were sticking out like a sore freaking thumb.

Grey was wearing a purple and white laced sundress, her blond curls spilling out of a tight bun on the top of her head. She had on a pair of ear buds, her focus on the, onboard thriller movie on the drop screen flat screen in front of us. After my second bottle, she said she wanted to "Pretend" she didn't know me. " F*ck her !"

A tall and athletic woman with overly large boobs whom was dressed in navy blue fight attendant attire, came walking up. Her hips shifted gliding back and forth as she made her way over.

Around her then fingers gripped another bottle of Jack, just as I requested.

Bending just ever so slightly, she lowered herself to me, eye level. Her sapphire blue eyes, gave me the impression she was, not just a flight attendant. She wore her, " f*ck high heels* well.

lowering herself chest, she angled herself in such a way, that her boobies were playing peek a boob in her top, a perfect view of her cleavage. She looked good and she knew it, flaunted it. Money talked, I could imagine she probably loved the twenty dollar tips I kept tipping her everytime, I raised my hand.

For all she knew, I was some famous actor or singer showing off what he had and she couldn't get enough of what I was dishing out. I wasn't planning on stopping either, for f*ck sake, this airplane scared the crap put of me. This was the only means of keeping me from wanting to rip the damn door off its hinges and jump the hell off this flying hunk of metal.

I could tell, by the way Kelly, that was her name, flashed her pearly whites my way, she knew exactly what she wanted. The way she gently touched my arm as she placed the bottle on my little seat back table. This lady needed no invitation she knew exactly what she was doing, damned evil temptress.

Her lips were slightly parted as she ran the tip of her tongue across the top. Her teeth just barley brushing over the bottom.

Slowly moving a fingertip along the length of my arm, she sat the bottle snuggly between my thighs. She rubbed it slightly in "that" place, before removing her hand.

" Here you are Sir, can I get you anything else, honey? "

Gina rolled her eyes, she was so jealous, I could taste it, if looks could kill, she would spit fire.

I was sitting in the isle seat as I wanted nothing more then to be as far away from the window as humanly possible. Damned flying bird, contraption, man, I hated airplanes.

" Thank you sweetheart, your so lovely, you know exactly what I need ." I winked , my dimple becoming visible from underneath the very short facial hair that clung close against my face. Taking a wad of cash out from my the pocket of my jeans, I withdrew a twenty and pushed the crumbed up bill into the front of her dress.

Through a smile, showing perfectly white teeth, she made the noise a mama would when scolding a small child. " Naughty boy!" Looking around nervously she pulled the money out from between her breasts and held it in a closed fist.

Using her fore finger, in a " come here" motion, she used it to urge me to move toward her.

Bending down on knee she pretended to pick something that had fallen on the floor.

Leaning her body forward to me, she Whispered in the ear closest to her. I felt the heat of her mouth against me and the smell of peppermint nearly made me pass out.

" Sweetie ? You want to join me the restroom? I'll let you sign the application to join me the mile high club! " She quickly licked my earlobe before, jumping up from the center Isle.

Flattered, I held my hands to my chest as if in awe, " Oh, sexy temptress ! I would but I am drunk as hell, I don't think I'd be a very good lay, I'm afraid, but If your into ladies, this little sweetie next to me, might do the trick."

Grey smacked me, and kicked out her black heels against my foot, f*ck that hurt. " Sorry sweetheart, my heart only wants you right now, maybe next time, perhaps? " She winked back at me as she pulled at her blue dress, raising back onto her feet. She gave Grey a sweet smile and shrugged her shoulders.

Before turning to leave, she told me to let her know if I needed anything else, I assured her I wonderful and she walked away, her ass swaying to the left and right. Man, she had a sweet ass attached to a rocking body, sadly all plastic, more than likely, you can't look like that, without having some major work done.

Grey took the buds out of her ears and threw them to her seat table but not before abruptly elbowing me, hard, in the ribs. I rubbed my side with my hand shuddering. " What the hell was that for?"

" That slut, she was all over you, didn't even look to see that your were siting next to a woman, who you might in fact, have maybe been traveling with, what a tool.. You know she only wanted you for your money."

Vision a little blurry and my speech alittle slurred , I reached out and rubbed the arm of my very jealous travel companion. " Geez, gurl, what is youuur problemo? Youur the one , who dresssed meee this way, your problem. "

" We've only been in the air for less then an hour Eli, my god, your drunk! You reek, of alcohol." She held her nose with her two fingers, waving her free hand in the air.

" I can't believe you were this terrified, of flying. If I knew that, I would have suggested driving, even if it did take three days to get there. "

Gina snatched out a magazine in the front of her chair pocket, flipping through pages loudly.

I ignored her, closing my eyes to block out the world and Grey's enormous scowl. With my hand still wrapped around the almost empty bottle, I quickly let sleep sweep me away to dream land.

My body was sprawled out against a warm scratchy surface cool water lapping at my feet. I awoke to a a sandy beach below me, my body half naked, a pair of dark blue swim shorts covered my mid-section. Small waves with little white caps turned and fell, spilling up and then backing out to sea.

The sun was just beginning to peer out between dissipating clouds of purples, pinks, and orange. The morning sunrise was breath taking, I could feel warmth wrapping its arms around me, like a blanket.

God, I hadn't felt the sun on my skin in years, not since I'd turned into, what am, whom I've become, but here, this place was obliviously a dream. No way, a place like this existed, no place I'd ever seen or been before. Lifting myself, I propped myself up onto my elbows and drew my legs inward towards me.

I brushed off sand clinging to my legs, little indentations where the granules had been still remained. I ran my hands through my wind swept hair and leaded back, taking in all my surroundings. Palm trees galore, endless ocean waters, and a pile of empty beer bottles at my side. Standing on my aching legs, alittle wobbly at first, I took to exploring my surroundings.

I breathed in the humid salty sea air, looking down my feet as they squished into the moist earth. Of course, bare feet, I made my way up a secluded beach, the calm waters rippling and moving along as I walked. Shells and pebbles were scattered here and there some in pieces, some fully intact. I walked what seemed like a mile before seeing a bungalow style hut on a little hill on the far side of the beach.