Waiting for their bags to come out, Sally reflected on their unplanned adventure so far. There were moments when she resented being just some guy that most people just looked past without a pause, although there were a few people whose gaze lingered. She was used to watching peoples eyes flick from her face to her chest, and she'd learned to spot it. Now the looks were different. Women, and some men, flicked their eyes considerably lower. She'd finally realized that was something she'd always done but had never really noticed it from other people until now. "Being tall was nice too," she thought as she rested her large hand on Mark's deliciously delicate bare shoulder and held him close. She could easily see through and navigate the crowd that would normally have been a wall of people. It hadn't been an issue to her before because it was all she knew and was just the way things were, she had no idea how much easier it was for men in situations like this. Sally smiled to herself in the smug knowledge that even in heels, Mark was looking at backs and heads and dependent upon the rare flash of view between the moving bodies to see anything. "The change for Mark must be maddening," she grinned.
Not everything was necessarily better. Sally was still embarrassed with herself remembering when she was peeing standing up and the plane hit some turbulence. That was a mess. Plus the damned thing kept getting hard at the drop of hat and wouldn't go away no matter how much she willed it, if anything it got harder. She also found that reaching a relaxed glow took considerably more drinks than she was used to consuming. At first she thought that the airline was providing some kind of non-alcoholic substitute, fortunately the drinks were free in First Class. That there was nothing wrong with the drinks was made abundantly clear when Mark got up to go to the restroom and nearly fell over. He was well past a relaxed glow on far less drink, something that Sally would need to keep in mind.
Mark stood self consciously among the jostling wall of people. He kept wanting to go up on tip toes to see better only to be instantly reminded that he was already locked in that state wearing what passed for fashionable shoes. His only options were short and shorter. Struggling to see between the moving bodies in order to spot their suit cases, Mark was oddly comforted when Sally held his shoulder, plus her hand was warm. Mark still felt a little like he was a drag queen on display but the fact that no one noticed anything was helping him to relax. "Speaking of relaxing. Holy crap, what kind of drinks were the airlines pushing?" He wondered. "I guess that's one way to keep the passengers docile, get them snockered fast and keep them there. Geez!"
Mark was jolted from his musings when Sally tugged him forward to the baggage carrousel. Fortunately she broke the crowd apart and guided him in or he'd have never made it before the bags had gone past. Grabbing the nearer bag, Mark tugged. Instead of the bag coming up, he'd only managed to make himself stumble forward. Placing both hands on the bag, Mark levered it up and onto the floor.
"That's too heavy for you Honey, let me get that," Sally said with entirely too much delight in her voice.
"I've got it, no problem," Mark said as he extended the built in handle and rocked the case up on its wheels.
Rather than argue, Sally let Mark lead. It took longer than it might have. Sally could easily see that Mark was not taking optimal paths through the crowd. On the other hand it was fun watching Mark tic-tac his way in those heels while dragging the wheeled suitcase behind. His hips swayed with each step which in turn had the suitcase snaking its way in an exaggerated but matching wiggle. She also watched the men going the other way as they surreptitiously watched Mark's inadvertent show. A few of the men were rather blatant about it, but when they saw her eyes watching them, they looked away quickly, which Sally found to be interesting in itself.
