The flight was damn near deserted. Assuming the plane held about 150 people, I would guess there were maybe 20 people scattered throughout the plane, and I was the only one in first class. I guess there just isn't much demand for the redeye flight from San Antonio to Minneapolis. The plane was just getting ready for takeoff and the captain dimmed the cabin lights. Basically, the only lights in the cabin were emanating from the small floor lights of the aisle. I settled back in my seat, and after an uneventful takeoff, the plane was airborne.
Once the plane reached its cruising altitude, the curtain closing first class from coach was pulled, and I was basically cut off from the rest of the passengers. The flight attendant approached me, and started to speak.
"Hi. My name is Kristin, and I will be your flight attendant for this flight. Is there anything I can get you to drink right away?"
Having flown many times in the past, I knew what to expect on these redeye flights. The flight attendants that work these flights fall into two categories. The newbies, who are basically cutting their teeth in the coach section. And the first class flight attendant, while experienced, were usually older ones, or the ones who were on the "less" attractive side. Knowing this, I was surprised when I looked up at the voice that had just spoken to me. There standing beside me was one of the sexiest women I had ever seen. About 5'7", dark shoulder length hair. The skirt she was wearing came about mid thigh. Her blouse was one of those button down types, and she had the top two buttons unfastened, just hinting at a magnificent pair of tits. She wore sheer, light black panty hose, and her feet were clad in two-inch heels. She was a goddess. Not expecting this, I struggled to speak.
"Um, I will just have a, uh, Miller Lite. Um, no glass," I managed to stammer.
I watched as you disappeared around a curtain to fill the drink order. I could not get you out of my mind as I waited for you to return. After about two minutes, you returned and set the drink on my tray.
"Will there be anything else right now?" you asked.
"No, that is fine for now," I said.
"Well, if you need anything else, please do not hesitate to call. I am right around the corner. In about 15 minutes, I will be serving the meal."
I watched your ass as you walked away, wondering to myself what it would take to get my hands on it. You disappeared behind the curtain, and I slowly nursed my drink as my mind wandered to your legs, your tits, that ass. I must have been extremely caught up in the fantasy, because before I knew it, you appeared again, this time carrying a tray of food. Setting it down, I look at the contents. A small, medium rare steak, a mixed medley of steamed vegetables, a roll, and a slice of cheesecake. On the side of the tray was a stapled bag, presumably the silverware. You set the tray down, and began to walk away. Once again watching you, I noticed that something was different, but my mind could just not place it. Resigned to the fact that you were going to remain nothing but a fantasy, I started to eat.
I opened the bag that contained my silverware. Blindly I reached in the bag, and what I found surprised me. I pulled out what was in there. It was your pantyhose. That is what was different! I reached in again, and this time pulled out a bra. Fuck! Again, I reached in, hoping against hope. Sure as shit, I pulled out a pair of panties. What the hell, I thought to myself. A little souvenir of my trip? What was I supposed to think? I set the garments off to the side, and began to eat. I unfolded my napkin, and looking down, spread it across my lap. That is when I noticed your hand scribbled note.
When you are ready to fuck me and get fucked, ring the call button.
Kristen
I could not believe my luck. All appetite suddenly lost, I rang the call button as fast as I could. You appeared from around the corner, and without saying a word, you removed the tray. When you returned, you were carrying a blanket. A nice one, not like the scratchy wool ones you would expect in coach. You also had two pillows, but I had no idea what these were for since the seats in first class are already so comfortable. Setting the items in the seat across the aisle, you slid into the seat next to me, raising the armrest that separated the two seats as you did. You took my right hand and placed it on your now naked thigh. As you did this, you put both feet on the seat in front of us, spreading your legs as you did. The hem of your skirt barely hid your pussy. My hand started lightly stroking your thigh, getting closer and closer to your pussy. Your ass started squirming in the seat in anticipation, causing the hem of your skirt to slide up even further. Your own hands were busy playing with your tits, and I could see the hardness of your nipples straining against your shirt.
My hand finally found its way to your pussy. I leaned over and began to lightly kiss your neck as my hand explored your wetness. The clean-shaven pussy excited me more than I could have ever thought. I rested my hand on your mound, making circular motions. The palm of my hand was placed directly over your clit, and the pressure was exciting you. As I continued the circular motions, my fingers stroked your pussy lips, teasing you with the temptation of penetration, but never quite doing it.
"Fuck me with your fingers," you pleaded with me, as one of your hands slipped inside of your shirt.