We Had Just Done Something Totally Awesome

I was stumbling around like a zombie at the Hartsfield-Atlanta International Airport. I had just been shaken out of a 1-hour catnap on the plane ride over from my hometown. Aside from that, I was running on zero sleep. Slowly drifting toward the gate for my next flight, I was dealing with an inner dilemma: should I catch a nap, or run game on some girls ? (Guys, airports are gold for approaching and attracting HBs. People are in an “adventure” state of mind and are open to meeting people from afar ... even if they are dead tired. Good luck with logistics, though.)

I decided my game would be shit if I tried to run it on any HBs, and I'd be better off resting so I could enjoy the view from my plane on the ride over ... thus saving my energy for gaming targets at my next stop, Tokyo, where I would have 5 hours of sarge time. For the moment, I would just chill and catch up on my current reading project, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.

Arriving at the waiting area for my gate, I spotted a short, tan, apparently Japanese HB doing some obscure activity on her phone. The seat next to her was open. I contemplated. I sat down. Might as well warm up my Japanese skills. I opened her immediately.

Thankfully, she wasn't offended. She is from Vietnam, and has been in Atlanta for three years working for the evil business conglomerate that is AT&T (so she will henceforth be known as HB&T, or HBT for short). Apparently, people come up to her all the time and talk to her in Japanese, Korean, or Chinese.

I kept my body turned away while delivering the story. She didn't betray much interest in her face or body position (or maybe I didn't notice because I was dead tired), but she had a lot to say. She noticed my book and asked if I own a motorcycle … which I do, though my book is not very factual about motorcycles. After a few minutes, we got back on the previous subject.

We fluffed for some time, talked about how cold it is, and a couple of older folks sitting across from us briefly joined the conversation. We talked about how insane the weather was ... I showed her a photo I had just lifted from my mom's family album of a seven year-old me standing in front of the first and only snowman I've ever built (my hometown is very warm). The photo was dated March, 1993. The “snowman” I had built was wearing a visor and sunglasses, and barely came past my knees. She found it amusing, though she mentioned that she doesn't like snow. I responded, “Really ? I'm sorry, this relationship just isn't going to work out.” She giggled, and showed me some of the pictures on her camera. I noticed she was carrying around a small bag of cookies.

It was now time to board, and we bade our farewells. She asked if I could help her put her bags in the overhead compartment, and of course I let her know that there would be a modest fee. We walked to her seat together, and after I stowed her incredibly heavy bags overhead, I held out my hand.

I headed back to my seat, which is fairly close to the front of the plane. Though I asked for a window seat, mine was in the center section. It was a row of four, and mine was on the far right, next to one of the two aisles. I opened my book, peering up every now and then to see if any more HBs were boarding the plane ... there weren't so many. No more than three minutes later, HBT came and joined me at the seat to my left. Nobody else was in our row yet.

We qualified each other some more, but quickly moved into deeper subjects. Somehow the subjects of plastic surgery and transsexuals came up, so I quickly deduced that she probably doesn't have any hangups about sex. We started moving into comfort material.

She proceeded to tell me about her living situation in the States, and how she sometimes feels isolated with her family being back in Vietnam. I was enjoying her company, but I knew at any moment, the person the seat was assigned to would come and take it. I made sure to get her contact info in case we got separated.

At this point, a young guy with a shaven head came and stood in the other aisle, looking at us expectantly.

He sat down on the seat to the far left, opposite to us. There was still an empty seat between HBT and the shaved head guy. No one would come to fill it. I would be semi-isolated with this girl for the next 13 hours. There had to be a reason behind this seemingly random occurrence. I sensed some kind of divine intervention.

By now, I'd noticed this girl is a little bit feisty. She is good at being cocky / funny, and sometimes pretends she's about to leave and go back to her seat. She's not as good as me, of course, so I'm unaffected by her bluffs. Attraction is high.

Back to comfort. Whereas I, like a kid, enjoy flying so much that I love looking out the window while others are sleeping, she told me she's not good at flying and sometimes gets motion sickness. She also has a fear of heights, and doesn't like the popping sound that comes from the pressure change in your ears. From my psych major's perspective, I reassured her that the feelings she had are not real. It's all in her head. I told her, “It's another ghost. If you don't pay attention, it won't bother you.” As we were about to speed down the runway, the next move was obvious.

She complied. We silently held hands for awhile, listening to the plane take off. As always, I was trying to peer out the window. The nearest window was too far away to see anything. I decided she'd be more comfortable if I kept up the conversation, thus keeping her distracted from all the airplane sensations. We continued to hold hands for a good 10 or 15 minutes after we got into the air. I broke contact for a minute to tell a story. Unfortunately, I don't remember which story I told her.

A few minutes later, I reached for her hand again. She complied for a second, and then pulled away.

Minutes later, we had a conflict over who gets the armrest. Our compromise was that I get my armrest and she wraps her arm around mine. “I feel like I'm taking you to the prom !” Apparently, they don't have proms in Vietnam. As we ate our meal together, a clip from the show Everyone Hates Chris appeared on the projector screen, and that became a running joke for the rest of our time together.

At this point, I hadn't used any of the big weapons from my PUA arsenal yet. I have twelve more hours with this girl, so what's the rush ? I decided to go ahead with the Cube and save Strawberry Fields for later. Her responses:

Size is the same as her leg.
Color is blue.
Nothing is inside.

We went back to fluff, and we were holding hands again. She gave me some more shit about how it's moving too fast, and I joked that we're waiting for the divorce papers. We got married at two hours, the engagement party was in the waiting room of the gate, and now we will have to wait until the plane lands for the divorce to be finalized. After some more fluff, we got silent for a minute. She rested her head on my shoulder. She sat up. More fluff. She put her head on my shoulder again. I rested my head on hers, then slowly turned and laid a kiss on her forehead. She squeezed my arm with approval.

I sat up and looked around us. The lights were on, and people were all moving about, but none seemed to take notice of us. We had created our own little bubble of intimacy, right there in the middle of a crowded airplane, thousands of feet in the air, moving faster than the speed of sound. I turned towards her. We locked eyes, and moved in closer. Kiss. Deep kiss. Make out.

I broke off the kiss.

The lights dimmed, and the seat belt lights came on. We went back to making out. By now, the people passing by were starting to notice what we were doing. I kept one eye open to make sure nobody was coming down the aisles.

It was now my mission to close this sarge in the airplane lavatory. My intuition with game told me the girl was keen, so now it all came down to whether or not my intuition with espionage would be enough to get both of us in and … more unlikely … out of the lavatory unnoticed. I could already tell it wasn't going to be easy. There were a lot of flight attendants walking up and down the aisles, and, despite the seat belt light being on, a lot of passengers as well.

I told HBT, “I'll be back,” and stood up to survey the area. The plane was shorter on the inside than it looked on the outside. There were lavatories in three locations: there was a set of two in the front, two in the middle, and four in the rear. The sets in the front and middle of the airplane opened toward the aisle so people could easily see inside. The flight attendants' kitchen was also directly opposite both sets. As for the rear, the left side's aisle had two: one that opened toward the aisle (bad), and another that opened toward a door that wasn't so clearly identifiable. The sign read, “Only crew are allowed in the crew lounge.” I had to try anyway. I put my hand on the door. Suddenly, a flight attendant came from behind.

The only place left was the rear-right side lavatories. There was one that opened onto the aisle, and one that opened toward some random gear that was stashed to the side. There was a queue of people waiting, and when I finally got in to take a pee, someone knocked on the door. “Uh, occupied !” HBT was right. This is crazy.

I wanted to examine every possible angle so I could measure how difficult it would be to see into the lavatory. I opened the door slightly and peeked my head out. There was no one standing there. I got out of the lavatory and examined the angle of visibility from the outside. With the door fully open, the toilet was just out of my line of sight. If I was going to have sex with this girl today, it would be in that lavatory. I went back to my seat and sat down next to HBT. “What were you doing?” she asked. “Peeing.”

We went back to making out, using my jacket as a blanket of sorts. I continued to keep one eye open for flight attendants, and would occasionally break off the kissing. She said she didn't mind if people saw, but I told her I was being “strategic,” and wanted to keep a low profile. “I understand.” Though we had at least another 10 hours to go, the longer we sat there making out, the more flight attendants would notice us ... not to mention I wanted to close this sarge while the buying temperature was high. She whispered into my ear, “What are you thinking about now ?” I said nothing. I just moved her hand onto my dick. She got the message, and started rubbing it through my pants. “Does that feel good ?” It did. Suddenly, I spot someone coming down the aisle towards us. I stopped her.

I led her down the aisle to the emergency exit window on the right-rear side of the airplane. There were no flight attendants about, and no queue for the lavatories. It was dark, so we only opened the window a crack. Too bright to see anything. I looked toward the lavatories again. Still no one there ... do it. I tapped HBT to get her attention, and started walking toward my preselected room. She followed. I went inside while she stood there looking blankly in my direction. I casually motioned her to come inside. She continued to stand. One, two seconds passed. Finally, without looking back, she joined me inside. “It's too small,” she said. I closed the door behind her and locked it. We were in. I almost didn't believe it.

I escalated quickly. It was long overdue. After an hour of kissing, I finally had a chance to put my hands on her body, and oh did I enjoy it (she has a great ass and legs) ! There was a huge mirror to the side, so I could enjoy a nice view of her body as I hiked up her shirt and pulled down her leggings. When she saw the mirror, she flinched, saying “I don't wanna look !” so she hid her face in my shoulder. The room, as expected, was extremely cramped, and it took awhile to get ourselves properly stripped. As we escalated, she kept talking out loud, and I had to keep shushing her. She kept saying “Sorry !” but then she'd do it again. I even had to hold my hand over her mouth for a minute ! Eventually, she got the message and properly whispered into my ear. She told me she was on her period. I told her it was all natural, so I'm cool with it. I laid my jacket across the toilet and sat her down on it. Finally, the golden line surfaced.

It was the moment of a lifetime ... interrupted by a something as so simple as not having a condom on me. To describe a setback of this magnitude, “Shit !” would be an understatement.

She was thinking of backing out.

I repeated, “Hey, I'll be right back ! Wait here.” and quickly exited the lavatory. There was no one waiting, but I had to move quickly. The longer it took me to get back, the more anxious she would get, and the greater the likelihood that a queue would form for the lavatory. I made my way back to the seat, and found a flight attendant standing over it. Uh-oh. Have I been caught ?

I checked the seat. No wallet. Under the seat. No wallet. Her seat. No wallet. The guy seated on the opposite side of the row leaned in. “Looking for something?” I told him I was missing my wallet, and he looked around with me. I frantically grabbed my bag from the cabinet. Nothing in the front pocket. Nothing in the bottom pocket. I opened the briefcase ... yes ! I pocketed the wallet, thanked my neighbor for helping me look for it, and quickly made my way back to the lavatory. No one was waiting. I gave my special knock “shave and a haircut” and she opened the door. Now we're back to where we started.

And so it came to pass that I had sex with a Vietnamese girl (a first for me) in an airplane at 30,000+ feet (also a first.) I assume we were somewhere over Alberta or British Columbia, Canada.

For those wondering, fucking in an airplane lavatory is as difficult as it sounds. Since she was seated on the toilet, it hurt my legs to drop down low enough to properly fuck her. After a minute, I found it was easier for me to grab the arm bars and take the pressure off my legs. I wanted to try standing, but I had no clue how to deal with the ensuing balance issues, and I didn't even want to think about what would happen if one of us had accidentally pressed the “call attendant” button that was between us. In the interest of stealth, we both stayed pretty quiet throughout, at least up until I was about to come inside her. At that point, she couldn't help but make some noise !

Now for the hard part … getting out. But before we could address that, we had to clean up and get dressed. It took awhile ... longer than the fucking session itself, which, I'll admit, was short (You guys try lasting in a situation like that !)

After we were fully dressed and had all the blood cleaned up, it was time to go out. I was the last one in, which meant I would be the first one out. I told HBT that, if no one saw me come out, I would knock on the door, and she could come out in one minute. Otherwise, she should wait at least five minutes. I hated the thought of leaving her alone and anxious for that long, but that was the way it had to be. We passionately kissed goodbye, as, if we were caught, it may have been our last !

I unlocked the bolt and peered, as inconspicuously as I could, around the corner. Nobody standing there. Keeping the door half-closed, I squeezed my way out. Nobody watching. Knock-knock. I started walking casually toward my seat. I looked over my shoulder and noticed HBT behind me. I told her to wait one minute. It had been about 15 seconds.

We returned to our seats, and it all started hitting me. We had just done something totally awesome, something that 99.9% of the population will never get to do ... and we had gotten away with it ! I said to HBT, “This one's going in my diary ... you know what would make it better ? Pictures !” We started taking some photos together. Kinda wish I had taken some while we were doing it; she might have even been keen for it. Oh well.

While I was grinning to myself, HBT suddenly started looking all serious, as if she had buyer's remorse. I then realized my mistake. I didn't run Relationship Expectancies on her before the close. It had been a long time since her last relationship, which had lasted four years. Emotional attachment ensues. The first thing she asked, “Okay, I have an important question. Do you have a girlfriend ?” I gave my standard response of “One hundred and _____” but she didn't buy it. I just clung to my answer until she dropped the subject. The subject of long distance relationships came up, and I explained to her why my last one didn't work: not because of the distance, but because I put the girl on a pedestal and drove her away with AFC behaviors. I managed to dodge my way out of her pushing an LTR on me, but she kept insisting that I keep contact with her ... as if I'd have a reason not to. (See update below.)

We talked, napped (well, I napped) and fooled around under the blanket until our plane landed at Narita Airport in Tokyo. In Narita, we walked around and watched the sunset from the window in the main lobby, all while making out some more (this girl has no PDA issues at all !) When it came time for her flight, she actually shed tears while in my arms, saying “I guess you can make people cry.” She made sure she was the very last to get on the plane, and kissed me for the last time from behind the dividing rope. From behind her, I noticed all the cute J-flight attendant girls laughing and smiling while they watched us. I had 3 hours to go at Narita, and my game was on for the rest of the night !

Time from meet to close: three and half hours.

1. Stayed casual. I wasn't that attached to the outcome because I was too tired to be attached to anything at that point.

2. Used kino efficiently and with good timing.

3. Established comfort early on in and throughout the sarge.

4. Saw through her shit tests.

5. Authoritatively led her into the SL.

1. Opened her presumptuously by mistakenly assuming she was Japanese.

2. Though there weren't that many around, I could have opened a prettier girl.

3. Didn't check for my condom before making a move to the SL.

4. Didn't employ many PUA techniques (I had intended to seed airplane sex during Q-game or something) This one was pretty much run naturally.

5. Though she was down, I didn't go to the lavatory a second time … I'd already earned my bragging rights. ;)

Fellow PUAs, hope you enjoyed reading. Now get out there, spread her legs, your wings, and fly !

After some deliberation, we decided to meet again in Shanghai, since it is halfway between Seoul and Saigon. Even though it was our first time in China, we didn't see much of the city, since we spent half the time fucking in our hotel room. It was worth it.