My last encounter was with a co-worker named Sandra. We worked together for about a month, before I moved to another route. We had sex several times after the first encounter and each time was passionate sex. It was like we taught each other well.
One night, Sandra told me it was time for us to move on for greener pastures, as she put it. And I put in for a change when I got home.
My next assignment had me working larger markets, with larger aircraft, and tending to cross country flights. Being the newer guy, I worked economy class. Things were busy and interesting, with the flights smoother than the smaller aircraft.
On one flight I worked, I had to bring some items to the Business Class galley. While there, I chatted briefly with one of the stewardesses, named Jo-Anna.
This flight was to San Francisco from the east coast, and this was my first time to the city. I had a layover for the evening and decided to take a taxi to see the wharf and get something to eat. I mentioned this to Jo-Anna, and she told me to be careful.
As I was about to return to my station, an older woman, wearing glasses, sitting in the first seat caught my attention. I guess it was caused by her shuffling some papers she was holding in her hands.
She smiled at me, then looked down to her papers. I didn’t think much about it afterward.
The Fisherman’s Wharf was interesting, and I stopped by a popular cafe to eat.
I ordered my food and as I ate, I watched the people, as they moved about. When I finished my dinner, the waitress came by and took my plate. I declined another beer, when she asked if I’d like another.
As I sat alone at my table, from behind me, I felt a soft tap on my shoulder, and a woman’s voice, excusing herself, asking if I happened to be on her flight.
When I turned to see who was speaking, I was surprised to see the woman from Business Class, holding a martini glass, with a greenish color liquor.
“Yes, I think I was,” I replied. I mentioned the flight number and the city which the flight originated. She smiled and said I was correct.
“Would you care to join me?” I asked as I stood to greet her.
She stood roughly five-foot, seven inches, mid-length dark brunette hair, dark brown eyes with heavy mascara behind black framed glasses. She reminded me of a middle eastern woman, and I guessed she was in her mid-forties, age-wise, but very attractive.
She wore mid-thigh length, sleeveless black dress, black stockings and heeled shoes, with a silver necklace, earrings, and matching bracelets. The diamond ring was evident as she held her martini glass. A small, black purse was clutched with her elbow against her waist.
She smiled, introduced herself as Gail and sat beside me. “I’m Parker,” I replied.
As we began to chat, Gail waved the waitress over, and ordered another martini, asking if I’d like another beer. I agreed.
I had not heard of an apple martini and told Gail so. She told me what the ingredients consisted of and finished the last bit in her glass.
When the drinks arrived, Gail offered me a taste. It was bitter and sour at the same time. I winced at the taste, causing Gail to laugh.
“That was a surprise to my taste buds,” I gasped.
Gail asked me about my job, how I liked it, and what would I like to do while with the company.
As I sipped my beer, I told her I enjoyed the travel and would likely continue for a few more years, to see the rest of the world. As for the future, I figured something would come around.
I asked her about her job and she didn’t say much, other than she traveled often and stayed busy.
Gail looked around the bar, then looking directly in my eyes, said, “Would you like to leave, now?”
I was caught off guard, but managed to stammer, “Uh, yeah. OK.”
Gail reached in her small purse, took out a fifty-dollar bill, placed it on the table, took a long sip of her martini, and set the glass on the bill.
“That should take care of things here,” she smiled as we stood.
As we walked out of the bar, Gail asked if I had a ride.
“I caught a taxi here,” I replied.
She smiled and asked the name of the hotel I was staying in. When I mentioned the name, she said she was staying there, also.
She said she had a rental car parked nearby and led me to it. The car wasn't one of those low cost, budget rentals.
At the hotel, Gail paid a valet to park her car. As we walked toward the elevators, she suggested we go to her room.