Leila was making her way back home from the most boring business trip, and all she needed was some rest. She never expected to end up in such an unusual situation. The seat beside her was taken by a man who looked like he belonged in a biker gang. His name was Axel. He had tattoos all over his arms and neck, a long beard, and a menacing look.
"Can I get you a drink?" he asked in a deep voice, breaking Leila out of her thoughts.
She hesitated for a moment before accepting. This man didn't seem like the type she'd typically hang out with, but something about him was alluring. They got to talking, and before they knew it, they were both divulging intimate details about themselves. Leila found herself getting aroused as she listened to his stories.
"I've always had a thing for doing it on planes," Axel said in a low voice, looking at her with an intense stare.