A frisky traveler enjoys a first-class ride — courtesy of her sexy seatmate.

I was sitting alone at the airport bar, sipping my cosmopolitan while I waited for the call to board my plane. When I looked up to grab the bartender’s attention, ready to pay and be on my way, I connected with the warm gaze of a man seated at the other end of the bar. After I signed my check, I found I had a neighbor.

“James,” he said, introducing himself and extending his large hand for a shake. A dark blue suit melded to his muscular physique. The tailored garment was clearly designed to showcase the man within. Beneath his jacket, he wore a crisp white button-down and a red silk tie. Everything about him screamed expensive, but the outfit was no more than a fabulous wrapper for a delightfully sinful treat. I... Leer Más