Our last stop was Jaqui’s hometown. As we were walking through a concourse, she asked what my plans were for the night. I said I’d get a hotel and catch a flight home the next day.
Jaqui looked at me for a moment, and said, “If that’s what you really want to do. My place isn’t far from here,” Jaqui began to walk off.
Yes, we had sex again in her apartment. I suppose the familiarity of her own place set her into a different mode, as she was relaxed and sexually, she wasn’t as wild as the night before.
At first.
We took our time, at first, with kissing, foreplay and oral sex. Jaqui’s pussy was sweet tasting, and I licked every part she put on my tongue. When I licked her anus, she pressed it harder on my face.
I could have eaten her out all night, but she wanted more than oral sex.
I tried to wear Jaqui out, but she liked every position we tried. For instance, when she got on me, reversed cowboy style and her ass in plain view tempted me to finger her anus.
She loved it.
Apparently, I hit the magic button and Jaqui went into a sexual beast mode, and she wore me out.
The next morning, I thanked Jaqui as she dropped me off at the airport.
“See ya around, sometime,” she said and drove off.
Onto the next adventure.
I had to attend a series of meetings and training at the airline’s regional office I was assigned to. After one meeting concluded, I went to the food court to grab something to eat. Jo-Anna, a stewardess from the previous flights I worked happened to be in line at one of the eateries. She asked how things were going and I told her I was enjoying things.
She told me she heard I was doing good. Then she surprised me by asking if I’d be interested in going into the international flights. As we ate our lunch, she explained the differences, such as jet lag and customs of the different countries the airlines serviced.
I told her I’d like that.
The next day, the last training session ended. It was close to noon, so I decided to grab lunch. When I finished eating, I checked my upcoming schedule. Not seeing my name associated with any flights in the future, I began to wonder.
I went to the personnel office to see if there was a mistake. When I asked one of the office staff about the schedule, Jo-Anna came out of an office.
She gave me a surprised look, then said, “Parker, I just put on your message board to contact H.R., come, follow me.”
She took me to the airline’s local human resources office, where I met the regional H.R. manager, named Vicky.
Jo-Anna introduced me, then left.
Vicky discussed the ins and outs of the job, then satisfied with our conversation, she changed the subject.
Vicky said that Jo-Anna must like me a lot. I asked why she thought that of Jo-Anna.
“Parker, Jo-Anna has deep rooted connections within the company, mostly at the top. Rarely does she recommend others to me. When she talks, people around here listen.”
As our meeting was ending, Vicky told me to get a good rest, as I would begin working on the New York to London route the following week.
I received my flight assignments a few days later.
I worked the coach section and met several working-class English. Most of them were friendly enough to chat a bit.
English people have interesting accents, I learned. But, being from the southern part of the United States, I’m sure I do too.
After my second flight to London, I had a forty-eight-hour layover after the plane landed.
In the last row of this flight, sat a woman by herself reading a book.
She was likely in her mid- to late thirties, age-wise, I guessed. Her dark colored hair was pinned back, and her glasses made her look like an exotic librarian, according to my imagination.
Several times, I’d wait on her with the usual refreshments, dinner and if she required anything. She was polite, and at one point of the flight, when things settled down after dinner, she began to chat with me and one of the other stewardesses who worked coach with me.
When the other stewardess left to check on her side, the woman introduced herself as Ava. Then she asked me about myself.
I told Ava how I began my career and that I had yet to visit London to sightsee. She smiled and told me some of the places most first time visitors should see, such as Buckingham Palace, Big Ben, and the Tower of London.
I told her I didn’t have much time, but I’d try to see those sights. I asked Ava about the Tower of London because I’d never heard of it. She told me a bit of its history.
Not thinking, I said that its history seemed a bit bizarre, yet somehow kinky.
This made Ava smile and say, “Yes, Parker, there is a certain eroticism, if we think of it in that manner.”
She must have liked that thought and saw my facial expression. I was embarrassed.
I apologized, “Ma’am, I didn’t mean to say it that way.”
Ava lightly laughed and patted my arm, then said it was OK.
When the flight landed and people were disembarking, there was the typical wait for the last passengers to begin to move forward.
Ava sat quietly with her book, and when people nearby began to get their belongings, Ava rose to gather hers. I assisted her with her carry-on bag, and she thanked me.