Dylan was bored as he watched the passengers board the rear section of the jumbo jet. As usual his eyes quickly scanned the crowd to pick out any hot men, but so far he was disappointed. It was the long, overnight haul to Perth and he wasn't looking forward to it.
But soon he had to forget his boredom, and his bitchy commenting on the "cows" as he called the passengers that paid his salary. It was time to spring into action, sashaying up and down the aisle checking that seat belts were fastened. This was Dylan's favourite part of being a cabin attendant, getting paid to stare at men's crotches. And even though he thought most of the men on the flight beneath his interest, their bulging crotches still commanded his attention.
It was only after the flight had been underway for half an hour that Dylan noticed a very distinguished looking gentleman sitting right at the rear. Either he was losing his touch or the gentleman had switched seats. Either way, Dylan was intrigued. He noticed the expensive, understated Italian suit, the Rolex watch and the well buffed nails on the end of his beautiful fingers. They were piano playing fingers, or cock stroking fingers, torso teasing, nipple pinching fingers: fingers to suck on and to feel sliding into your hot, silky hole. Dylan was almost hard thinking about it.
When the well heeled gentleman looked up from his book he noticed the strikingly beautiful cabin attendant with the dark, dark hair and pale skin and deep blue eyes. Those shapely red lips would have made any supermodel green with envy and Dylan's tight little bubble butt bouncing up and down as he made his way up and down the aisle, like a supermodel on the catwalk, brought a bulge to the gentleman's trousers which fortunately was hidden by his book.
After supper and drinks the passengers began to settle down to try and get some sleep in their cramped seats. Dylan had less to do and more time to fantasize. He looked across the cabin and noticed the only light on was that in use by his sophisticated stud. He was a little older than the men Dylan usually went with, but oh so much more sophisticated than any of them. He was the man Dylan wanted to be once he had lost his sluttish ways and had some more money.
The more Dylan thought about this man with his sexy brown eyes and handsome face and delicate hands the more aroused he became. It had been absolutely ages since he had flirted with a passenger, and goodness knew it was really hard trying to actually have sex on a plane, but he was so overcome with desire that he figured he had to give it a try.
He went and fetched a malt whisky from first class and delivered it to his gentleman.
'I thought you might like this.' he said, trying to make it sound like he did this for everyone.
'Why, thank you...Dylan.' The gentleman purred as he read Dylan's name badge. 'Can you sit down for a minute or two?'
