There are times in my life when I sit back and reminisce about “firsts.” Some things, like the first time I got a puppy, rode a bike, or got a trophy are times that make me smile. Other firsts, like the time I smoked pot, or got wasted drunk, I’m not so proud of. But the ultimate, “first” was one I’ll never forget. My first time having sex was on an airplane. Yeah, yeah, yeah, everyone’s heard of the “Mile High” club, but this is a little different. This plane was on the ground.
I used to work for an airline. I worked on the ramp, bringing the jets in and loading baggage, etc. One of my final duties for the night was getting the plane ready for the first flight in the morning. I’d go along and fix the seat belts, make sure there was no trash in the seat pockets, all that fun stuff.
One night, as I was getting ready to head inside the jet after all the passengers had departed, my co-worker asked if I’d like some help so we could get out of there at a decent hour. Of course I agreed, so we went in and began our routine. At one point, he “bumped” into me, so we started messing around, throwing passenger pillows at each other and having fun. As we all know, there is not much room in the aisles for a lot of movement. At one point, Jake, my co-worker, had me up against the bulkhead in a teasing fashion.
“What would you do if I kissed you?” he asked me, holding my wrists.
“Whatever,” I joked back, trying to release myself.
“Really, Tiffany, what would you do?” he said, his voice lowering.
“Oh, gee,” I started, still kiddingly, “I’d have to scream at the top of my lungs for someone to come rescue me.”
Jake’s eyes darkened as he leaned in even closer, “I guess you better get ready to scream,” he whispered as his lips gently came down on mine.
I had been working at the airlines for about a year. It was my first job out of high school, and I really loved it. The people I worked with were great and they kept me laughing most of the time. That was definitely a perk, because sometimes the working conditions were not ideal. It got HOT on the ramp in the summer, freezing cold in the winter, not to mention the days of getting soaked when it rained. All in all, I loved it, though.
Jake had already been working for this airline when I started. He had helped me get qualified on the equipment and kind of became my mentor. He was 20, and had worked there for two years. His experience lifting all those heavy bags had helped build the solid muscles on his arms. I had been attracted to him when I first started, but he had a girlfriend. After time, we became great friends and I looked at him more like a buddy, than any love interest. I will admit, there were times in the summer when I stood aside and watched him loading bags on and off the belt, skin glistening with sweat, and thought about licking him clean. I never thought he had any interest in me, though, so I let my thoughts stay focused on the friendship.
Tiffany. Where do I start when describing Tiffany? When she first started here, she seemed like such a kid. She knew aviation, but she didn’t seem to fit the type that would work on the ramp. She would be more of a ticket counter princess. But she gave everything her all. I got the great pleasure of training her, and made it a point to watch her carefully. She was graceful, which wasn’t an easy thing to pull off when you’re schlepping a 70 lb. suitcase. She had an ass on her that would stop traffic.
I had been with this chick Cindy for a couple months when Tiffany started. Cindy was a great fuck, but she was a ditz. I would watch Tiffany move all day, jumping around in her energetic way and go over to Cindy’s to relieve my hard on. God, how I wanted to fuck Tiff. She seemed unreachable, so I banged Cindy thinking about Tiffany. It worked. For a while, the she got on my nerves. So I dumped her.
Who would have figured that Tiffany and I would become friends. She was funny, spirited and brightened a room when she came in. Most of the guys on the ramp had a hard on for her, but she never seemed interested. I had teased her a few times, but it never went anywhere.
Tonight was it. I couldn’t take it anymore. We were working late, the last two ramp people left, and our boss, who was in his office finishing up the night’s paperwork. I offered to help Tiff finish up, and when we got on the plane, we were hacking around as usual. I accidentally “bumped” into her and the moment I did, I felt all the blood rush to my cock. I had gone too long without a good fuck, and Tiffany was driving me wild.
As we messed around, I managed to grab her wrists and gently put them above her head. I didn’t want to scare her off, despite the fact that if she’d let me, I’d rip off her clothes and fuck the shit out of her right then and there. Instead, I knew I had to take it slow.
