Dropping the car at the rental desk and getting her boarding pass for the flight turned out to be amazingly uneventful. Making it quickly through security she is now sitting in the business class lounge waiting for her flight. Taking a sip of her coffee and letting out a deep sigh she sends dear friend and co-worker Mylene a quick note.
"Hey babe, on my way home. Feels like we have a lot to talk about. I am sorry the way the last couple weeks have played out. You are more important to me than any of this other shit, let's grab a coffee when I am back and sort it out.
<3 xoxo"
She knew she had been a bit of an ass during the stressful weeks leading up to this trip. Mylene had as well, but as her father liked to tell her, "It takes two to tango." She owed her dear friend, co-founder and all around good person the benefit of the doubt when it came to her actions over the proceeding month. They had vowed never to let relationships, long term or one night stands, get in the way of their mutual career goals, and they had done just that.
"All this bullshit just so Mylene can get her rocks off," Amy mumbles bitterly to herself.
She spends the next hour looking at emails and tagging them for attention. She didn't feel like replying right away but she knew her mind would stew on the issues during the flight and she could reply properly when she was back in the
office in a couple days. The flight is only delayed only an hour, almost a miracle these days, but sitting in the business lounge makes the wait bearable. Getting up when her flight is called and making her way to the gate she is soon on board strapping into her business class seat for the 5 hour flight home. Instructions and take off complete she tips her seat back and falls asleep almost instantly.
Sleeping on planes is always somewhat hit and miss with Amy but she manages to sleep for almost 2 hours straight. She knows, unfortunately, that her sleep for the rest of the week will be fucked up because of this but she also knows to take the rest when she can get it. Waking up in the middle of the flight, unsure for a second where she is, she looks around groggily.
One of the flight attendants walks quickly over to her seat and stops, bending over with a smile, "Welcome back to the living," she whispers quietly, "do you need anything?"
Amy looks up at the young woman and is greeted with a bright smile. With a start Amy feels flutters in her belly and an attraction to this woman she had rarely before experienced. The woman's shoulder length red hair, pale skin and bright red lipstick draw Amy's eyes inexorably to her face. Amy licks her lips subconsciously and notices the woman smile a bit more broadly as she does it. The flutters in her belly encourage her to turn the beautiful welcoming smile into a longer conversation. She had definitely noticed the woman's shapely form as she walked back and forth in the cabin before take off. Longs legs in sheer silk stocking leading up to a fit ass kept drawing Amy's gaze. Her flight jacket was wrapped around breasts that moved in the most seductive way.
"Umm, sure, what do you think would help an exhausted traveller?" Amy replies with a coy smile.
Business class is almost empty, on boarding Amy noticed only one other person in this section. She can't even see the other person from her seat at this time. Amy assumes the flight attendant is bored as she had been sleeping the entire time and there are two of them covering the business section. The flight attendant continues to hold her gaze. As the seconds tick by Amy can feel a flush rising on her neck and moving down her chest. She risks a glance down and realizes she can see down the woman's white shirt to her pale chest and sheer lacy white bra. Her gaze lingers a bit longer on the woman's deep cleavage hoping to spy, what she assumes would be a rosy nipple. Looking back up Amy is greeted with the same warm smile. The flight attendant obviously knew Amy had been admiring her breasts and nodded approvingly. Amy feels a thumb lightly stroking her forearm.
"Not sure a drink would help, although I would love to buy you one on another occasion if you are up for it."
"I would really like that, yes, for sure, umm, yes," stutters Amy.
With that flight attendant kneels down in the aisle, as close to Amy's seat as is possible. Her skirt slides slowly up her legs. Keeping Amy's gaze she slowly moves her knees apart. Amy glances down to see that the sheer stockings end with black garters and flowery clips.
"See anything you like?" she asks.
"Yes, I do, and it is seems to be raising my energy levels already," Amy replies, although she is unsure exactly how things might proceed.
With that the flight attendant spreads her knees a bit more, placing her hand on Amy's thigh for support. Her skirt sliding further up her pale thighs. As expected Amy can now see that she is wearing no lingerie, and is looking directing into the woman's swollen pink pussy. It it smoothly shaved but topped by a small tangled triangle of red hair. Swollen lips are parted slightly with arousal, a small pink clit peaking out the top.
Amy reaches under her own shirt with one hand and touches her nipple lightly. She is very happy now that she decided to forgo her bra in order to be more comfortable on the flight. She begins to twirl her nipple slowly between her thumb and finger.
The woman, April is her name, Amy could see from her name tag, lets out a small moan at the sight. Amy drops one hand slowly to April's thigh, squeezing it slightly as she slowly moves her hand up her leg. When she reaches April's hips she drops her hand slightly to run one finger slowly up April's wet slit, ending with light circular pressure on her clit.
Keeping her gaze locked with the young woman Amy raises her hand to her mouth and licks her finger. As she licks off the wetness she notices it tastes like strawberries. Amy feels emboldened by the woman's obvious arousal and decides to take control of the situation. Amy sucks two fingers into her mouth and swirls her tongue around them.
"You are already wet my little slut," Amy whispers, "what have you been up to?"
"I have been watching you sleep," April replies, also in a whisper, "I might have touched myself a bit in the galley. You are so very sexy. I was imaging what you look like naked, what your body feels like, what you might taste like."
Reaching down with her now wet fingers Amy runs them up April's wet slit again, spreading her pussy lips as she does. Two fingers are now holding her pussy open as she probes the tight opening gently with a third. Her thumb now rests lightly on her swollen clit.
"Shit, right there. Oh my god I can't believe your finger is inside me. Fuck..." April moans quietly.
