Vanity in the Sky

He was the first to board the plane and he waited for what seemed like 5 minutes before the next passenger joined him in the VIP section. She took off her jacket and turned around to hang it on the coat hook next to the window, in the process presenting him with a shapely butt. Under the jacket she wore a white blouse through which the outline of her bra was visible. She turned around again and sat opposite him. As she did so, her skirt rode up even higher to provide a largely unencumbered view of long bare legs, at the top of which he noticed a dark triangle before she crossed one leg over the other. Her curly hair reached to her shoulders, and fell either side of a pretty face that was lightly made up. "Je m'appelle Anita."
Ssentongo was just a village champion from Base camp in Kasese. He was the only son to his parents who ran a small retail shop in Shauriyako. If you have been to Kasese before then you know Bakoko’s Shauriyako franchise. Ssentongo had gone to Mother care primary school in Kasese and having passed with flying colors, he had won a bursary to study at St Leo’s College and this pleasure trip to Dubai seven years later was another one of those incentives from Hima Cement. And here he was today aboard this K2 flight from Entebbe to Dubai. Ssentongo made a funny face at the beautiful lady seated opposite him and answered, “Je m’appelle what?” “Anita she answered” Ssentongo smiled and whispered, Je m’appelle Ssentongo”. She smiled back and said, “am French” Ssentongo retorted “Am a Muganda”
When the huge Boeing 707 took to the air, outside, the landscape over Entebbe consisted of tea plantations which stretched into the blue haze of the hills in the distance. Ssentongo found himself instead stealing increasingly long glances at the pair of legs which stretched beside his own, enticingly topped with a narrow band of black fabric.
After a few minutes she looked at him. "My legs please you?" she asked pleasantly."Of course. They're very elegant ... very seductive." She smiled. She stood up, went over the door, reached to take hold of one of the orange pleated curtains and drew it across; then the other. Because of the sun? Or did she have other intentions? She sat down to face him again, took hold of the hem of her miniskirt on either side between her thumbs and index fingers and pulled it up to the top of her thighs.….