The Airplane

By Hunter Alex

Ericka is a bubbly, energetic woman who has begun to feel as if she is in a mid-life crisis. While attempting to regain perspective and control over her life she encounters a random passenger on her flight home from the Alps. This man opens up feelings that she thought she had lost long ago. Now, with her life spiraling out of control could this man be the key to save her or just another cage for her to be locked in.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hunter Alex
• Release date: Jun 28, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393882220

Book preview

Chapter 1: First Encounter

W e are sorry to announce that the plane has had minor difficulties and will be down for maintenance. Some fuel entered the engine should be about thirty minutes.  emitted the pilot over the loudspeaker, his voice echoing down the long strip of rows. A sudden sigh of aggravation came from the crowd as people began to fidget in their seats.

It’s always something! screamed a man as he slammed his bags into the overhead compartment.

I have places to go, shouldn't that have been checked out or something before we got on? mumbled a woman, staring out the window onto the runway.

Bryce just let out a heavy sigh as he listened to the complaints. He began to play with his fingers, interlocking them as he stared out the window onto the runway. Bryce watched as everyone ran around frantically. He also had places to go; but, shit happens, life happens. When did the world become full of ignorant people? Bryce thought as he looked around the cabin room, plenty of people were still getting on the plane, and others were moving into their seats when the announcement came over the loudspeaker, yet people were still becoming aggravated. That's the world, I guess! Bryce muttered as he ran his smooth hands through his dark, brown hair. The plane was heating up like most airplanes do when they become grounded without the air conditioning running.

Bryce began to remove his jacket, which was easy to do within the small seating he had room to move, but also, he wasn't a bulky guy, more of average height, not too chubby but not skinny, he could hit the gym more. However, within a fast-moving environment of the world we live in today, few had time for that commitment; that is what he liked to tell himself.

Bryce began to tuck his jacket under his seat when his arm was struck, Excuse me, I wasn't trying to touch your leg. He started to apologize, even though it was evident that he shouldn't have to since whoever was here apparently wasn't the one paying attention, I mean, he was the one bending down placing his jacket under the seat.

Oh, it's not your fault, it's mine! piped a female voice from above, Bryce gradually moved towards the sound, it wasn't a voice that he thought he would hear. It was not squishy like a teenager or pushy like a young, entitled woman. No, this voice was sophisticated, intelligent, sexy, it sounded like she owned the place and knew it. Bryce's eyes had made their way towards the voice, and his jaw dropped as he saw incredibly tight black, yoga pants with well-defined legs. Bryce began to follow her legs up as he ruminated something witty to say.

Take a picture, it will last longer! chuckled the voice above Bryce’s head.

Yes, Yes! I'm sorry for ogling, but you bumped into my arm, after all!

Bryce was in shock standing before him was a fantastic lady, she didn't just have the legs, which looked remarkable in those yoga pants, but the rest of her was a knockout. Her legs came up to a slender waist, which she had sat her hands as if she was to come off with an attitude; however, she didn't give off the feeling of being someone feisty. Bryce watched her breathing in and out, watch as her breasts heaved with each inhale, it was quite a sight, hell she was a vision to the eyes. Her face was young and smooth, not showing any wrinkles, but there was a hint behind her smile that shown she was older. She also had on glasses, not those sexy librarian ones, only regular plastic-framed lenses that fit her face well. Bryce knew he had been gawking for a while now, processing in his mind, it was what he did, over-analyzing everything. He needed to say something before it became uncomfortable if it hadn't already. 

Good afternoon, I’m Bryce by the way, what’s yours? 

Good afternoon to you as well, Sir. My name is Ericka, you know as in a complete ruler, just depends on my mood, or what I'm trying to rule! declared the woman, as she stretched out her hand for Bryce to shake. He placed her hand in his and was amazed at how smooth her hand felt. Bryce started to feel like he was beginning to be attracted to her and hoped he wouldn't say anything stupid.

Well, knowing what is in one's name and the meaning is erotic in itself, answered Bryce as he removed his hand from hers and began shaking his head, wondering why he would say such a stupid thing, before offering her the seat next to him. Glad to see I'll be sitting next to someone thought-provoking at least, what travels might you be heading to or from?

Ericka plopped down into the seat, with such enthusiasm that she made the seat recoil back, Thank God, I have an ass, or these seats would be awfully uncomfortable! Oh, I hope that isn't too much information! Ericka disclosed as she touched Bryce's shoulder, I can be an exceedingly open book sometimes, and it can come off as flirty, at least that's what my friends say. However, I am traveling home; I just got done visiting my pen-pal from Germany, she took me to see the Alps, it was astonishing! I can't tell you how much I want just to retire there now. 

Bryce was unable to peer away. It was as if he had become stuck in a state of wonderment and enormously impressed that she could say all that in one exuberant breath. He always had something for blonde women anyway, and this one with the glasses and the yoga pants was making his day. It looked like his misfortune was starting to turn. Ericka poked him in the arm, Hello, Earth to Bryce, you seem to be zoning out there! So, I've opened to you, quick tell me what you're doing here, and what about your name, since you think ‘It's erotic’ to know the meaning? Ericka said as she laughed, throwing up air quotes.

Well, Bryce began to chuckle, Let me look it up, I don't know what the true meaning of my name is, I just thought it was erotic. Give me a second to google it. Bryce responded as he whipped out his phone and began to bring up the webpage, Thank god, we haven't left the runway yet; hate paying for the airplanes, WIFI, 8 dollars to check email is too much, especially for a six-hour flight. Bryce typed in his name in the search bar and thought about how much of an idiot he was to say it was erotic without knowing what his name meant. Good job, dumbass, he thought as the search ran its results.

Bryce leaned towards Ericka, as his cell phone did the little blue data search and began to load the