Some time ago I dated an air hostess - well that's what they were called in those days - I guess these days they're known as a Flight Attendant, cabin crew - Hell! Whatever - I've even heard them called 'trolley dollies'! They work hard to earn their pay and I certainly wouldn't be that disparaging.
This was back in the sixties and this lass worked out of the airport I also worked at. I was a techie behind the scenes and I'd met up with her in the staff canteen. It was towards the end of the shift - the canteen had been empty and she'd come in for a coffee before going home, glanced round then asked if she could join me. It ended up with me offering a lift home, she accepting, us stopping off for a quiet drink and then her spending the night with me. I think the only thing we didn't do was sleep. She was an insatiable and inventive lover and we had an easy uncomplicated affair that lasted for several years. Neither of us was possessive, which was probably just as well. When she was away I certainly had other girlfriends that she knew about and she used to tell me all about the randy Captains that tried, and sometimes succeeded, in bedding her.
During this time I had an apartment in the centre of the city this airport served - sorry! I'm not going to be any more open about its location than that, I still have a lot of friends in that area. She lived with her parents a way out of town and a lot closer to the airport. We had been an item for a year or so when we arrived back to my apartment after an evening out to find the police blocking off the end of the road and a good number of fire-trucks littering the scene. When you realise it's your block that's the cause of the problem it leaves you a little numb. That was the night I got to meet the rest of the family: Ma, Pa, two younger sisters and - as they lived on a farm - a whole raft of animals both domestic and otherwise.
I got made a fuss of and some spare clothes sorted out. Their son no longer lived at home but fortunately kept some clothes there, and as I was about his size they were donated and I got to use his bedroom. In fact, apart from smoke damage my apartment was reasonably unscathed. I got to salvage my belongings a few days later and after some specialist cleaning, paid for by the insurance company, most all of my things were ok. The fire turned out to be caused by faulty wiring, so I got some compensation and my deposit back as well as a rent rebate.
Karen's family wouldn't hear of me looking for anywhere else so I ended up in John's room and rapidly became a sort of honorary family member. Except that Karen and I weren't intending to get married, no matter what the family may have thought - we'd both decided that some time previously. Her four or five days off between flights that sometimes took her to the other side of the world for ten days or more were just fine, but neither she nor I were intending to remain celibate in the intervening periods while we were not together. Which in itself rapidly became a problem. Damn me, but it became quite apparent that while Karen was away Ma and Pa did not expect the mouse to play. Now I'm not a screw-a-night guy, but a week without a good shag was about as much as I could cope with - a whole 15 days, which was the period Karen was away just after I moved in, was dire. Well, it would have been except that Skye, her sister, decided to take it into her head to 'look after' me.
Perhaps I ought to explain, Karen was the eldest at 23, same age as me. Skye, which is I suspect where her parents conceived the girl, was 21 and the youngest, Julie, 18. John, who I knew vaguely from work experience in the past, was Karen's twin.
I'm not sure that Karen knew about this new arrangement, but neither am I sure that at the time I cared too much in any case. I'd retired to bed a little earlier than usual, read for a time and then as the house settled down and other folks went to bed I'd turned the light out and started to doze off. I was roused about an hour later by someone in my room. The floor boards in that old house tended to creak - my bedroom floor was no exception - and the gentle creak had woken me just before the covers were eased back and a warm naked body eased in beside me. The bed was a comfortably sized double, which helped, but even still it was a very nice pair of tits that got pressed against me.
