Mike's flight from Bali to Singapore had been uneventful giving him just under two hours to remember the fabulous pussy he had fucked the day before. He could still almost taste her fleshy labia and the way her mouth tasted after she had licked him off. His connecting Air India flight to Bombay was packed with Indians returning from Singapore loaded with shopping. Luckily his company had booked him on business class, which in the Air India jumbo jet is on the upper deck. There were only two other passengers, an elderly Indian couple, in the business seats. The sari-clad flight attendant who had shown him to his seat in the second row had been a gorgeous, dark eyed, fair skinned beauty queen with a smile that could light up his dark bedroom any night. Her jet-black hair was tied in a tight bun behind her head.
"Welcome aboard," she said her hands folded in front of her sizeable breasts in the traditional namaste greeting. Mike smiled at her and settled down with his in-flight magazine.
He noticed he had a perfect view of the flight attendant preparing the drinks, or whatever it is that they do in their little area. From the back he could see her supremely well-rounded rump. The sari is an amazing use of a few meters of fabric, wrapped so that every area of the feminine body looks just a little more erotic. Skinny asses, he had noticed, looked rounder, and heavier women were made to appear slimmer by simply tying the sari a little different. Under the sari most modern women wear a small half-blouse to cover their breasts and a petticoat. Even then, untying a sari seemed like a delightful a prelude to a fuck. The flight attendant whose ass Mike was appreciating wore her sari low on her hips showing the delectable curves of her fertile body. As she moved, Mike noticed a silver chain around her waist – truly one of the most erotic pieces of jewelry invented.
After take-off, when she brought the drinks, she introduced herself.
"I am Sonia," she said pouring his apple juice, "Please call on me if you need anything." Mike thought she had emphasized the last word a little, and felt a little throb in his cock as he stared into her dark brown eyes. He noticed how long her curled eyelashes were, but before he could get lost too deep in them, Sonia let the part of the sari that covered her breasts (he later discovered it is called the palu and central to a number of fantasies of Indian males who forever are wondering what magical secrets are hidden behind the palu) drop for a brief moment, long enough for Mike to catch an appetizing glance of her deep cleavage as it dived into her blouse, dividing two luscious and creamy boobs. Now his cock was throbbing in definite excitement.
"Enjoy your drink," she said as she walked on to serve the couple at the back of the section.
"What I'd really like is to drink from those,..." he thought, remembering the brief flash of tit flesh he had been treated to. He continued with his magazine, reading an article on yoga in India through dinner. He was about to settle down for a quick shut-eye before they landed in Bombay, when he heard a soft voice next to him,
"Mind if I sit down here?" It was Sonia, "there are so few people here that there is not much to do. I was noticing you reading the article on yoga. Do you practice it?"
"I went for a few classes in my neighborhood, but not many," he said, captivated again by her flashing eyes, lined by dark eyelashes set against her fair skin. He let his eyes drop to her full, juicy lips.
"How come? Not interested much?"
Mike had a hard time focusing on what she said because her lips were so distractingly luscious.
"Well...actually the guy running the sessions was not that interested in yoga. He was interested in...something else."
"Like what?" she asked opening her round eyes even wider.
Could this woman make every question sound sexy?
"Actually, he was interested mainly in having sex with the women in the class. So, he would help all the young women stretch by touching them and pushing them, and he would only talk about how each pose could enhance your sex life..."
"But yoga can do that," she interrupted suddenly. Then flustered, she added, "but you are right, it can do so much more."
"You sound like a bit of an expert," he smiled at her.
She gave him her beaming smile, looked at her hands and said, "I give lessons on days that I don't fly." Mike noticed that her cleavage was again visible and he was amazed at how firm and full her breasts seemed. Their creamy tops stuck out from her chest as she continued, "but I have never told my students what it could do for their sex..." and any hopes of having her talk more about her sex life vanished when the another flight attendant's voice announced that we were approaching Bombay.
"I have to go now, it's been really nice talking to you," she said softly, giving him with one more view of that hypnotic cleft between her full-force tits.
When he was about to climb down the stairs after landing, she slipped a boarding pass into his hand. On the back was written, "47783130, call me for yoga lessons, PLEASE".
Mike reached the airport hotel where he was staying and where he had arranged his meetings the next afternoon. He decided to dial the number on the boarding pass.
"Hello, Sonia here" her lovely voice chimed on the other side.