I took a red-eye flight from Dallas to New Orleans and was fascinated by the young flight attendant who seemed to enjoy flirting with me on the flight. After a brief chat and introduction, I became more than fascinated with Kelly, who by her own admission was a little nervous, since she was still in a probationary period and in training. The plane was pretty empty and I took a seat in the back row.
As luck would have it, Kelly and I managed find something in common. I watched the aisle as she slipped into a vacant seat next to me and proceeded to give me a superb blow job. I wanted much more- I wanted to join the “Mile High Club”, but Kelly thought it far too risky. She did suggest, however, that I was more than welcome to meet up with her once we were back on the ground. She slipped me a piece of paper with her cell phone number on it and winked.
“I get off at noon, so call me,” she whispered as she slipped the folded paper into my hand.
I had an early morning business meeting and my plans called for me to fly back to Dallas later in the afternoon. Kelly flipped her long blonde hair back over her shoulder and smiled, as she stood next to where I was seated.
“I can fix your travel schedule so you don’t have to pay for a re-booking,” she said.
I told her that I hadn’t planned for an overnight stay and that I didn’t have a hotel lined up.
“My bed is comfy,” Kelly replied. Damn. It was an offer I could not and would not refuse.
After my business meeting, I stared nervously at the folded up piece of paper with the numbers scrawled on it. I really needed to get back to Dallas as I had to prepare for a Board meeting with the company. It was a Wednesday and the Board meeting was on Friday. I wanted to kick myself for scheduling an out of town trip so close to a Board meeting.
I called the number on the crumpled up piece of paper.
“Hi,” came a cheery voice. I immediately launched into an apology and an explanation only to realize I had reached a voice recording. Well, crap! I quickly hung up and steered my rental car towards the airport.
A few seconds later and my phone rang. I fully expected it to be my administrative assistant. Very few people other than her would call me on my cell while I was on a business trip.
“Hi,” she said. “I can’t believe you actually called. Are you done with your business meeting?”
It was Kelly.
“Yes,” I replied. “I’m on my way back to the airport.”
“Oh gee,” she replied. I could tell she was disappointed by the sound of her voice.
“But I can change my plans,” I quickly shot back, “if you can help rebook me for tomorrow morning.”
“Consider it done,” she replied. “What time do you want to fly out?”
“Anything after ten is fine with me,” I said. I couldn’t believe I was actually contemplating staying overnight, but for some odd reason, I found myself a wee bit excited at the prospect of doing something way out of character for me. I figured I would offer a dinner and see how things progressed. I knew she had offered me her bed, but I didn’t want to be so presumptuous as to believe she would follow through on the offer. After all, we were both strangers, the previous encounter on the flight into The Big Easy, excepted.
“Would you like a dinner?” I asked.
“Sure,” she replied. “I’m game.”
I suggested K-Pauls in the Quarter.
“Sure,” she replied.
K-Pauls is a small but luxurious boutique restaurant in the French Quarter. Albeit on the expensive side, it would offer for me an intimate setting where I could really get know my new friend.
“Do you want to meet at K-Pauls or shall I pick u you up?” I asked.
“You can pick me up,” she replied, “but you need to give me an hour or so to shower and get ready.”
Kelly said she would text me her address and suggested I text her back once I was in the area. I was still a little hesitant, but decided to take a chance on the arrangement anyway.
I steered the rental on to the Interstate and towards the French Quarter. I knew where K-Pauls was located, but I wanted to make sure I knew how to get there. As I drove the freeway, Kelly texted me her address and then I got a text from my airline confirming a cancellation on my flight out and a re-booking for the next day at eleven in the morning.
I was starting to feel a little more comfortable. Another text. I glanced at my phone.
“I hope a little black dress is OK,” the text read.
“Sounds sexy,” I two-finger typed back.
“It will be,” came her short three-word response.
I found K-Paul’s and then mapped the directions to where Kelly had directed me. It was a short drive of about fifteen minutes. I pulled up to the gated apartment community and waited for someone to open the gate. I followed a small sports car in and parked in front of building twelve. Kelly lived in 1203.
I looked at my watch. I was an hour early. So I decided to play catch up on some work. I messaged my admin assistant and told her my travel plans had changed and that I would be coming in on Thursday afternoon.
“But what about your Board prep?” she messaged back.
“I will do it on Thursday evening,” I replied.
“I’m not working late,” she texted back.
“I’ll make it up to you,” I texted. “I promise.”
Sarah was a great admin assistant and she had pulled my ass out of the fire on more than one occasion, but it always came at a high price- either a little extra on the paycheck, or a fancy lunch or a new outfit of some type.
I texted my date.
“I’m early.”
“Come on,” she texted back.
I nervously approached apartment 1203. I tapped on the door and it opened.
“Come in,” she beckoned from behind the door, as she peered around it at me. Kelly was wrapped in a large towel, with her hair still damp from a shower, a smile emanating from her face. I stepped into the well decorated flat and Kelly closed the door behind me. She tip-toed and planted a light kiss on my cheek.
“I’ll be ready in a few,” she said, as she stepped into her spacious living room. “Make yourself at home.”
I took a seat on a leather couch and looked around. I was impressed. For a young lady living off of a flight stewardess salary, she had a rather upscale apartment. My date quickly disappeared into her bedroom, but left the door open.