An arm tie for Amy
We thought it was great spending the longest leg of our flight home with Tina, saved by the sparkly hat. The last leg was less than two hours, and this time we occupied the aisle and middle seat. I have to admit, by this point in the trip the only thing feeling sparkly about me was the hat. We’d partied hard the last three nights away, and combined hours of sleep was less than what I like to get in one night. But you wear the hat, and it hey – it wears off on you! We found our seats and didn’t get settled until the window seat arrived. She looked 20-something and was on her own – a solo traveler, perhaps?
As we settled in, the pilot announced that we needed to go for de-icing. I asked where she was going – and if she was on her way home, or at the start of her trip. She was starting a trip – this was the 2nd of 4 legs. Three planes and a ferry, or something like that. I asked where she was going, and even before she could finish, I started to smile. There’s only one reason people travel solo to this country, and usually to go this particular island for scuba diving. The island that Maestro called home for about a year! I’ve heard so many stories from this year that I finally broke down and said yes, I’ll go there with him and learn how to scuba dive. (Keep in mind I have a healthy, uh, respect for the water.) No way! You’ve got to meet Maestro – he used to live there! She was thrilled to meet someone who had been there, and as their conversation carried on – who also worked at exactly the same dive shop as where she’d booked her lessons. Amy was thankful for all the advice Maestro provided, which eased her stress over possible missing her connecting flight due to the time we spent de-icing.
The extra time with Amy proved to be a blessing, as once they’d finished talking about diving, we started chatting about our work. She was totally open-minded and agreed that people need to lighten up when it comes to sex. People want to talk about sex, read about it, watch it … so why hide it? I told her I watch porn … and hey … doesn’t everyone? She laughed in agreement. What’s your favorite search term? I asked her. I like searching for rough sex, I offered. She answered immediately – massage. Maestro showed her the photos on Studio Serioso and we talked about the shibari photos. Arm ties are simple yet beautiful, Maestro offered. We did a few around the pool and they can easily be done at clubs too. It’s like a beautiful accessory. Amy immediately consent to having an arm tie done – on the plane – as Maestro conveniently had some black paracord in his carry-on. It took the rest of the flight to complete Amy’s arm, and it looked fantastic against her long, muscled arms. It totally gave a her a certain attitude that I can attest to – I feel powerful and beautiful when tied up, not restrained and diminished. As we went our separate ways after the flight, Maestro and I smiled at each other. We’d managed to meet two amazing women on our two flights home!
