The Flight Attendant, Part I
It was July, and I was on my home to San Diego from Milan, with
a plane change in Dallas. Normally the flight attendants
on international flights are a team of hags, and this one
was no different, with one exception.
I was sitting in a window seat, with the center and aisle
seats open. The earphones werent working, so I pushed
the call attendant button to get another set. When Cynthia
came by, I was a bit dumbstruck. She was in her mid-twentys,
brunette, with beautiful eyes, and a sweet Texas drawl.
When she brought another headset, and it didnt work either,
Cynthia said she might be able to fix it. She leaned over
and started to press some buttons to re-start the screen
in the seat ahead of me. Her jacket and blouse naturally
swung open as she leaned over the seats, and I had a perfect
view of the top of her tits and the black see-thru brassiere
she was wearing. Her nipples were clearly outlined in the
mesh of the material.
Not wanting to be rude, I tore my eyes away from her melons,
and looked up at her face instead. She was looking right
at me, and had a mischievous grin on her face! She said, Has
anyone ever told you that you have the prettiest blue eyes?
I do receive compliments on my eyes, but I was caught completely
off-guard, and a lame thank you, was all I could stammer
out. I recovered the best I could, and introduced myself.
She said the audio in the seat was out of order, and suggested
I move to the center or aisle seat instead.
Later in the flight, as I went to relieve myself, I passed
Cynthia sitting in one of the rows reserved for the flight
attendants. She was reading a magazine; taking a break.
I stopped to chat with her on my way back to my seat, and we
just hit it off. Cynthia was twenty-six, and moved to Dallas,
after graduating from Trinity University in San Antonio.
She had been a flight attendant for three years, but with
layoffs rippling through the industry, she admitted that
her job security didnt look that good. We traded phone
numbers, but with me in San Diego, and she in Dallas, I had
no illusions about seeing her again.
Three weeks later, Cynthia called. She had indeed been
laid off, and said she would be in town the following Friday
with a girlfriend on a much-needed holiday, and could
I recommend any hotels for her and her friend to stay. I said,
nonsense, and invited them to stay in my guest bedroom.
Being unemployed, it was perfect, she said. The next
week, I was almost beside myself with anticipation. I really
wanted to take Cynthia to bed, and with her in my home all
week, I just knew the sparks would fly. I cancelled all my
appointments for the week Cynthia would be in town, and
took it as vacation.
I picked the girls up the airport on Friday afternoon, and
Cynthia looked even better than I had remembered.
And Julie!
Oh my God! A few inches shorter than Cynthia, with jet-black
hair, blue eyes, and tits that her bulky travel clothes
couldnt hide. We talked all the way home about how we met,
how beautiful San Diego is, and how the girls were so excited
to be on vacation.
Once home, I lit up the barbeque while the girls showered,
put a couple of bottles of wine in the fridge, and poured
myself a Wild Turkey. By the time dinner was over, I knew
that this was going to be a week to remember.
The girls were very flirtatious, and seemed to become more
so as the evening progressed. I could tell they were teasing
me (had they planned this?), and I decided that boldness
was my best move. With the table cleared, I filled three
shot glasses with Sauza Comemerativo, raised mine, and
said, heres to oral sex, and poured it down. The girls,
in tandem, said, oral sex, and drained theirs too. Then
Julie grabbed the bottle, and poured three more shooters.
Looking straight at me, she said, party naked and raised
her glass. Party naked we chimed as the three of us threw
our heads back. Then it was Cynthias turn. Pouring three
more, Cynthia raised her glass and, looking at Julie, shook
her head and smiled. Im so fucking wet right now, she
said. To Cynthias wet pussy, Julie said. I raised my
glass, toasted Cynthias pussy, and the three of us drained
our third tequila shot in as many minutes.