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I’d noticed her as I arrived at the terminal building; she’d just got out of her taxi and was fastening her case, and I remember thinking ‘hmmmm, hope she’s on my flight.’ A vision of her remained for 10 minutes or so, but once I’d cleared security and was with my fellow crew members I’d forgotten about her. We were off on the overnight to Bangkok, again (I’m long haul and invariably get the SE Asia jobs as I speak a little Thai – long story), and so I listened with half an ear to the flight details and managed to chat to a friend, who was also quite experienced on this route. We had an hour left to wait and so I did the usual things: some exercises, chatting, sorted my make-up, texted some friends etc. We went on board and I always turn left, as an experienced stewardess I’m 1st class or Business Class depending on what route and what plane we have. This time it’s 1st class; there’s 3 of us (Helen, Jodie and me) for 6 passengers – we aim to please, they’ve paid for it! Usually it’s a doddle. We’re busy at the start with serving drinks and then food; business guys tend to be drinkers… and then they fall asleep, night, night! After that we can usually catch some sleep too for 4 or 5 hours, until breakfast and landing. However, sometimes there are awkward customers, but we know how to deal with them, after all I’ve been flying for 12 years.
Anyway, this time we welcomed the passengers on board as usual, 3 Chinese and Thai businessmen, 2 western guys… and the woman I’d seen at the kerbside at Arrivals. For some reason my tummy gave a little flutter as she looked at me when I said ‘hi, welcome aboard’. I’m sure there was a flicker behind the dark glasses. She certainly looked fabulous, all blonde hair in a bun, trench raincoat and heels, she looked like a French filmstar. ‘Yum, yum’ I thought to myself, though I never, absolutely never, try anything on with the customers. I like this job too much, even though it’s part-time. We settled them in with champagne and canapés as usual. Helen got to serve the woman but I found myself watching her out of the corner of my eye. She’d a loose black dress on under the raincoat, with buttons down the front and had taken her shoes off tucking her legs up under her as she started reading a magazine. With her dark glasses off I could see she was about 35 and really quite stunning. In the galley we girls prepared the meal as the plane taxied out. The passengers were always a source of conversation and it was clear that the other two had noticed the woman too. According to the passenger list, she was a Swede, a Ms K Johansson. However, Helen and Jodie were more interested in the men and in dividing up who would look after who during the flight, I got Ms Johansson and a Chinese guy.
Once airborne everything went smoothly. My male passenger was largely uncommunicative. He didn’t drink and barely ate much and after a short while he put his seat into recliner mode and went off to sleep. This suited me; it left me more time to attend to the blonde woman. She was very pleasant and replied to my questions about what she would like to eat and drink with a strong Scandinavian accent; she had a way of looking at you that made my tummy flutter, sort of looking deep into your eyes. After she had finished her meal I took the tray away. As I was leaving, she held my arm, thanking me and saying, “come back and chat to me, when you have time.” It took a half hour or so to clear up, stow away and serve nightcaps. Ms Johansson had a brandy and as I passed it to her our fingers touched, and lingered a little longer than was necessary. I went back to the galley and took a swig myself as the other two were still in the cabin; my heart was thumping.
The chief steward came through and said it was time to go to night mode, to allow the passengers to sleep. We made sure blinds were down and dimmed the lights. My Chinese man was snoring gently by now. I squatted down next to Ms Johansson and asked if she needed anything. “Just you” she replied. I flushed, but she carried on “… you said you’d chat?” “OK” I said, aware that the woman was looking at my knees and my thighs as my skirt had slid up as I squatted, “give me 5 minutes.” I went to the toilet and looked at myself in the mirror. ‘Are you going break the airline’s rules; your own rules?’ I asked myself. As if in answer I went into automatic mode. I found myself taking my tights and panties off. I then put my tights back on without the panties, cramming them into my make-up bag. I refreshed my perfume a little (we’re not supposed to wear it but…) and my lipstick and returned. The other stewardesses had hunkered down chatting and I said to Helen that I was going to chat to a passenger. Helen knows about my sexuality and so she gave me a little wink as if to say, ‘OK, I know what you’re about and will keep Jodie out of the way.
I went back into 1st class and sat on the armrest of Ms Johansson’s seat. She’d spread a blanket over her but sat up when I appeared and motioned for me to sit in the empty space beside her. I looked around; everyone was sleeping, the lights were dim, and so I slid into the seat beside her. “I’m Kirstin” she said, “and you’re Hazel” reading from my badge. We both giggled and I found her holding my hand. She looked into my eyes and said softly, “I’m very attracted to you Hazel.” We looked at each other without saying anything; her lips were parted, her eyes on mine and then on my mouth, willing the kiss. I was powerless and guided by her hand, which was caressing my hair around the back of my head, found myself compelled towards the waiting mouth. My lips met hers, moist, warm and soft. I felt our lipsticks smudge as our kiss deepened, tongues touching, playing, exploring. I pulled back a little out of breath, but she dragged me in again, her wanton mouth expressing her desires and me barely able to keep up. The kiss moved from mouth to neck and her tongue teased and provoked my ear lobe, lips tugging, teeth nibbling. My hands could not contain themselves and they slipped under the blanket to find her dress unbuttoned, her thighs spread and as my fingers skipped along the soft skin beyond the top of her hold ups, I realised she was not wearing underwear. My fingers teased the folds of her labia as her tongue was teasing me and then plunged in to the warm moistness of her sexual being. She moaned in my ear as my fingers inside and my thumb on her urgent clit went to work. I realised that she must have been masturbating under the blanket, and the thought that she’d been fantasising about me, indeed plotting this whole thing, thrilled me. I kissed her on the mouth to still her moan and felt her cum quickly, sucking on my tongue.
Withdrawing my fingers I offered them to her and she sucked them lazily but lasciviously, before holding my hand and turning it so that I could taste her as well. “That was good” she breathed, “now you”. I looked around to see if the passengers had stirred; they hadn’t. She had slipped to the floor and was pushing my skirt up around my bum. Kneeling in front of me she pushed my legs apart, although there was no resistance on my part. I kept my head up, watching for trouble, but couldn’t help but see, and feel, her lovely mouth kissing its way up the inside of my thigh and then engulfing my pussy, now wet and wanting under its nylon prison. Her nails scratched at the gusset of my tights, pressing against my clit as she tried to make a rip. It took a while; she was teasing me, but then her warm mouth was feasting on my love juices. Her technique was superb, taking each lip in turn and sucking but at the same time running her tongue along the inside of my velvet. All the time her thumb kept up a constant flicker on my clit. My hands involuntarily held her head close to me, the soft, silky hair now loosened from the bun, cascading around my thighs. I came explosively, biting my lip to prevent me crying out., and closing my thighs around her head. She looked up at me, her mouth glistening with my juices and her saliva, no trace of lipstick remaining. We were both panting… and still no-one awoke.
She got up from the floor and sat next to me, throwing the blanket over us both. We kissed, long, and with a little tenderness. “Mmmmmmm, I want some more of you,” she said. “I want you naked in my bed. I want to do things to you. How long are you staying in Bangkok for?” I told her it was for one night, as I was flying on to Tokyo the following day, which hotel we were staying in. Hers was a deluxe apartment in the Sukothai, where she said I must stay instead. She told me all the things she wanted to do to me, all the time stroking me under the blanket, and I found myself being turned on again. She was so sexy. And then a passenger’s light went on, and I heard the buzzer behind in the galley. Wrenching myself away, and promising to see her at the airport, I said I must get back to work. I’m not sure how I got through the rest of the trip. Dishevelled and very aware of the big hole in my tights I attended to the passenger and then put my head around the galley curtain to ask Helen to take him a glass of water. I tried to avoid their questioning eyes, Helen’s with a smile playing around her mouth and Jodie looking a little puzzled. I explained I’d been chatting with a nervous passenger, grabbed my bag and headed off to the toilet for repairs and to stop my head from spinning. This was going to be some trip.
Anyway, this time we welcomed the passengers on board as usual, 3 Chinese and Thai businessmen, 2 western guys… and the woman I’d seen at the kerbside at Arrivals. For some reason my tummy gave a little flutter as she looked at me when I said ‘hi, welcome aboard’. I’m sure there was a flicker behind the dark glasses. She certainly looked fabulous, all blonde hair in a bun, trench raincoat and heels, she looked like a French filmstar. ‘Yum, yum’ I thought to myself, though I never, absolutely never, try anything on with the customers. I like this job too much, even though it’s part-time. We settled them in with champagne and canapés as usual. Helen got to serve the woman but I found myself watching her out of the corner of my eye. She’d a loose black dress on under the raincoat, with buttons down the front and had taken her shoes off tucking her legs up under her as she started reading a magazine. With her dark glasses off I could see she was about 35 and really quite stunning. In the galley we girls prepared the meal as the plane taxied out. The passengers were always a source of conversation and it was clear that the other two had noticed the woman too. According to the passenger list, she was a Swede, a Ms K Johansson. However, Helen and Jodie were more interested in the men and in dividing up who would look after who during the flight, I got Ms Johansson and a Chinese guy.
Once airborne everything went smoothly. My male passenger was largely uncommunicative. He didn’t drink and barely ate much and after a short while he put his seat into recliner mode and went off to sleep. This suited me; it left me more time to attend to the blonde woman. She was very pleasant and replied to my questions about what she would like to eat and drink with a strong Scandinavian accent; she had a way of looking at you that made my tummy flutter, sort of looking deep into your eyes. After she had finished her meal I took the tray away. As I was leaving, she held my arm, thanking me and saying, “come back and chat to me, when you have time.” It took a half hour or so to clear up, stow away and serve nightcaps. Ms Johansson had a brandy and as I passed it to her our fingers touched, and lingered a little longer than was necessary. I went back to the galley and took a swig myself as the other two were still in the cabin; my heart was thumping.
The chief steward came through and said it was time to go to night mode, to allow the passengers to sleep. We made sure blinds were down and dimmed the lights. My Chinese man was snoring gently by now. I squatted down next to Ms Johansson and asked if she needed anything. “Just you” she replied. I flushed, but she carried on “… you said you’d chat?” “OK” I said, aware that the woman was looking at my knees and my thighs as my skirt had slid up as I squatted, “give me 5 minutes.” I went to the toilet and looked at myself in the mirror. ‘Are you going break the airline’s rules; your own rules?’ I asked myself. As if in answer I went into automatic mode. I found myself taking my tights and panties off. I then put my tights back on without the panties, cramming them into my make-up bag. I refreshed my perfume a little (we’re not supposed to wear it but…) and my lipstick and returned. The other stewardesses had hunkered down chatting and I said to Helen that I was going to chat to a passenger. Helen knows about my sexuality and so she gave me a little wink as if to say, ‘OK, I know what you’re about and will keep Jodie out of the way.
I went back into 1st class and sat on the armrest of Ms Johansson’s seat. She’d spread a blanket over her but sat up when I appeared and motioned for me to sit in the empty space beside her. I looked around; everyone was sleeping, the lights were dim, and so I slid into the seat beside her. “I’m Kirstin” she said, “and you’re Hazel” reading from my badge. We both giggled and I found her holding my hand. She looked into my eyes and said softly, “I’m very attracted to you Hazel.” We looked at each other without saying anything; her lips were parted, her eyes on mine and then on my mouth, willing the kiss. I was powerless and guided by her hand, which was caressing my hair around the back of my head, found myself compelled towards the waiting mouth. My lips met hers, moist, warm and soft. I felt our lipsticks smudge as our kiss deepened, tongues touching, playing, exploring. I pulled back a little out of breath, but she dragged me in again, her wanton mouth expressing her desires and me barely able to keep up. The kiss moved from mouth to neck and her tongue teased and provoked my ear lobe, lips tugging, teeth nibbling. My hands could not contain themselves and they slipped under the blanket to find her dress unbuttoned, her thighs spread and as my fingers skipped along the soft skin beyond the top of her hold ups, I realised she was not wearing underwear. My fingers teased the folds of her labia as her tongue was teasing me and then plunged in to the warm moistness of her sexual being. She moaned in my ear as my fingers inside and my thumb on her urgent clit went to work. I realised that she must have been masturbating under the blanket, and the thought that she’d been fantasising about me, indeed plotting this whole thing, thrilled me. I kissed her on the mouth to still her moan and felt her cum quickly, sucking on my tongue.
Withdrawing my fingers I offered them to her and she sucked them lazily but lasciviously, before holding my hand and turning it so that I could taste her as well. “That was good” she breathed, “now you”. I looked around to see if the passengers had stirred; they hadn’t. She had slipped to the floor and was pushing my skirt up around my bum. Kneeling in front of me she pushed my legs apart, although there was no resistance on my part. I kept my head up, watching for trouble, but couldn’t help but see, and feel, her lovely mouth kissing its way up the inside of my thigh and then engulfing my pussy, now wet and wanting under its nylon prison. Her nails scratched at the gusset of my tights, pressing against my clit as she tried to make a rip. It took a while; she was teasing me, but then her warm mouth was feasting on my love juices. Her technique was superb, taking each lip in turn and sucking but at the same time running her tongue along the inside of my velvet. All the time her thumb kept up a constant flicker on my clit. My hands involuntarily held her head close to me, the soft, silky hair now loosened from the bun, cascading around my thighs. I came explosively, biting my lip to prevent me crying out., and closing my thighs around her head. She looked up at me, her mouth glistening with my juices and her saliva, no trace of lipstick remaining. We were both panting… and still no-one awoke.
She got up from the floor and sat next to me, throwing the blanket over us both. We kissed, long, and with a little tenderness. “Mmmmmmm, I want some more of you,” she said. “I want you naked in my bed. I want to do things to you. How long are you staying in Bangkok for?” I told her it was for one night, as I was flying on to Tokyo the following day, which hotel we were staying in. Hers was a deluxe apartment in the Sukothai, where she said I must stay instead. She told me all the things she wanted to do to me, all the time stroking me under the blanket, and I found myself being turned on again. She was so sexy. And then a passenger’s light went on, and I heard the buzzer behind in the galley. Wrenching myself away, and promising to see her at the airport, I said I must get back to work. I’m not sure how I got through the rest of the trip. Dishevelled and very aware of the big hole in my tights I attended to the passenger and then put my head around the galley curtain to ask Helen to take him a glass of water. I tried to avoid their questioning eyes, Helen’s with a smile playing around her mouth and Jodie looking a little puzzled. I explained I’d been chatting with a nervous passenger, grabbed my bag and headed off to the toilet for repairs and to stop my head from spinning. This was going to be some trip.
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