Kurt was just sixteen and had just graduated high school. His grades were fantastic and college was in his future. He had made a deal with his parents and they were now fulfilling their end of it. They were flying him to California to spend two weeks with his relatives.
Kurt was not a typical teenager. In an age of long hair and tie-dyes Kurt different. He kept his hair short and dressed like an adult, preferring solid colors to stripes and loud patterns. His height and good looks were often mistaken for a first-year college student and not a recently graduated high school senior.
His excitement grew as he walked the newly installed jetway to the waiting plane and stepped inside the cabin. His heart rate increased when the stewardesses greeted him. Unlike today they were all tens and clad in sexy uniforms that included knee-high boots. He was directed to the rear of the aircraft by Wendy, one of the best looking ones of the group.
He tried not to stare at her well-formed ass moving under her short uniform skirt as she walked in front of him. She stopped at the last row of the aircraft and in a practiced gesture pointed out his seat assignment. Kurt took his seat and stared out the window at all the hustle and bustle on the tarmac.
He would occasionally look over the top of the seats in from of him to see if he could spot Wendy. She was a few rows ahead of his and assisting a passenger in placing an item in the overhead storage. As she stretched up her short skirt rose and revealed more of her sexy legs. With her hands above her head, he could see the shape of her breasts under her uniform top.
He was thankful that Wendy was so far away so she could not see the bulge in his dress slacks. Eventually, the plane was pushed back from the gate and headed to the end of the runway. Kurt was surprised that there were so few passengers on board and that no one had taken the two other seats of his row, but he was okay with that.
As the plane moved slowly to the end of the runway the stewardesses gave the mandatory safety demonstration. Wendy was only a few feet away and gave him a smile when she saw him looking. Kurt convinced himself that her smile was part of being a stewardess, they always seemed to be smiling.
Soon the powerful engines pushed him back in his seat as the jet moved down the runway and lifted off. Kurt had his nose pressed against the window and watched as the ground rapidly disappeared from under the aircraft. Wendy appeared at his row shortly after the jet reached cruising speed and altitude.
"First flight?" she asked in a soft voice.
"Yes. A graduation present from my parents," Kurt responded trying not to stare at her breasts and focused on her pretty face.
"Graduation? As in high school?" Wendy questioned.
"Yeah," he responded.
"Are you enjoying staring at my butt and boobs?" she asked.
Kurt blushed and stammered for an answer as Wendy heading back toward the front of the plane. She looked over her shoulder to see if he was looking and gave him a wide smile when she saw his head peek over the seat tops. Soon the beverage cart appeared and drinks were served.
When she leaned down to ask what he wanted Kurt noticed that the top buttons of her uniform blouse were unbuttoned. She placed a napkin on his tray table and then leaned down even further so her uniform hat cleared the overhead again to place his glass on it. This time he was able to see the top of her breasts held in place in a white bra.
Her perfume filled his nostrils and she stared into his eyes for just a second before moving on. This time Kurt was thankful that it was his tray table that blocked the sight of the lump in his dress slacks. The beverage service ended and the cabin lights were dimmed as. Sunset began and soon darkness surrounded the plane.
Overhead lights were clicked on above a few seats so the occupants could read. Kurt remembered the Playboy magazine that had been given to him and placed in his carryall. However, before he could dig it out he saw Wendy approaching. She took a seat at the end of his row and leaned into him.
"Can I asked you a few questions?" Wendy asked.
"Sure," Kurt responded staring at the nipples of her breasts pushing against her uniform blouse.
"How old are you?" she asked.
"I'm sixteen," Kurt responded.
"Now the most important question. Are you a virgin?" Wendy continued.
Once again Kurt could feel his cheeks redden and he stammered before responding.
"Yeah," he finally managed to say.
"Move over one seat," she requested.
Kurt moved from the window to the middle seat that placed him right next to her. His heart almost stopped when this attractive stewardess twisted her upper body and slowly leaned into him. She then attached her lips to his and Kurt felt her lips part and her tongue enter his mouth, he responded in the same manner.
Wendy reached across Kurt's body and took hold of his right hand and guided it to her left knee. The feeling of the silky pantyhose under his fingers was beyond description.
Wendy ended the kiss and pulled back a few inches. She stared into his brown eyes and smiled.