Chapter 3: Cabin Candy
He usually meandered into the cabin to stretch his legs. The hump on his company's 747 was business class. The seats were large and comfortable. Once while the passengers were boarding he eyed an incredible-looking woman, probably about forty appearing to be alone. She was wearing a pair of yoga pants and a tight top that allowed him to see her nipples clearly. He made a mental note that he would find time to take a break so he could spy her a bit.
He told the captain he needed five minutes and he opened the door to find the cabin almost pitch black. He knew that woman was in 5B so he looked for her. She must be sleeping because the blanket was over her shoulders but the seat next to hers was occupied by another person sleeping with the blanker over his head. He could tell it was a man because that passenger's shoes were on the floor of the cabin but his feet were not sticking out.
Suddenly he popped his head over the blanket with an expression on his face that was priceless. His head was bobbing; his eyes were glassy and had he a huge smile. The passenger saw that Alvin was the co-pilot and changed his expression to fear. But his head continued to bob gently. Alvin was about to move toward him to make sure he was Ok but the man readjusted the blanket so Alvin could see that the woman from 5B was, in fact, in her seat, her yoga pants were dropped to her knees. The man kept bobbing and Alvin then recognized that look. The look on his face was that of a man whose cock was buried deep in wet, warm, slippery cunt. The man motioned for Alvin to wait, pointed one finger to the sky and started shaking, at the same time his eyes glossed over to a haunting far-away expression and his mouth relaxed. He had just emptied his ball into that beautiful forty year old woman. Lucky guy. Alvin returned to the cockpit with an erection. Alvin wanted to catch the love birds as they de-planed but had duties to perform. He fantasized about the mile high club and only this one time, caught someone. He could have had the two of them banned for life from the airline but did not. He was a rule-follower to his core. But he just marveled and fantasized.
On one flight from Sydney to Los Angeles, he meandered into the business class cabin to check out the (female) passengers. He looked to the right, found nothing to peer at, looked left and stopped in his tracks. In seat 1B was a blonde of spectacular physical qualities. She was reading a book but he could tell she was a specimen. He leaned against the bulkhead.
"Excuse me, ma'am. How is your flight?" He tried to be as nonchalant manner as possible. She looked up.
"Everything is great. I can see you are a pilot. Do you double as a flight attendant? If so, I can think of something you can do for me."
"What's that?"
In seat 1B was Samantha Greenway. She was almost a fixture on that flight, taking it every month round trip between Los Angeles and Sydney. Everyone knew her. She was 33 years old, divorced and travelled between Los Angeles and Sydney every month because her family's real estate empire was based there. She had only a minor role in running the company but her seat on the board required her to be present for board meetings.
She was blonde, usually worn back in a pony tail. She was Alvin's fantasy woman. Remember, he had a blonde Australian girlfriend, named Aubrey. Samantha was about ten years younger than Aubrey. She was closer to his age. She oozed class, always wore thousand dollar suits to fly, had expensive perfume that made Alvin melt. There were not a lot of women who made Alvin beg. Samantha was one of them.
Since Samantha was a regular, she made friends with all of the flight attendants. Therefore, she had had many conversations with them about Alvin. She knew Alvin was the stud of the airline, someone who never fooled around with the flight attendants, although he made them all wet.
She remembers the first time she saw him while boarding in Sydney. She was tongue-tied when he welcomed her aboard. She quickly looked him up and down and took her seat. After takeoff she asked one of the flight attendant who that pilot was. "He is the co-pilot. His name is Alvin."
"And...?" asked Samantha.
"He keeps to himself, kinda' private person. Truthfully, many of us would love for him to slide into our cockpits but he doesn't date flight attendants. Actually it is against company rules." A couple of them knew about Chloe but this one did not. Later in the flight Samantha learned that he was formerly an air force pilot and almost played professional baseball, he was so good. He has the body to prove it, keeps in tip-top shape and is super sweet, a real gentleman. "He is as single as they come." Samantha liked a challenge too.
Samantha was the most beautiful woman most people had ever seen. She was stunning in her clean crisp figure, beaming smile, pearly white teeth, long legs and blonde hair. She yearned for a loving relationship but seemed only to attract actors, not only professional actors but men who acted like something else, something they were not. Men were attracted to her physical beauty at first but what seduced them was her free spirit, her magnetism, her class and, especially, her money. She bought only the classiest clothes, shoes and perfumes but did not flaunt her money. All the men she met wanted some (of the money).
She liked Los Angles for its freedom, for its weather and for its active lifestyle. She was in a running club and competed in two half-marathons each year, had a weight room in her beach-front home, took yoga classes in Santa Monica or Malibu weekly without fail and sunbathed, nude on occasion, from her deck. She skied in winter and swam in the ocean in the summer.
