I was getting ready to go on a week’s vacation with an old girl friend. She worked for a travel agency so had made all the arrangements for the trip, and of course we were flying First Class. We were heading down to New Orleans for Mardi Gras, as I had been wanting to go see that for years. Being somewhat of an exhibitionist, the thought of getting to flash my boobs at crowds of people was very appealing. They were finally announcing the plane would soon begin boarding, so we got up and in line. Once everyone had boarded, the attendants began the preparation for take-off.
Hannah and I were busy settling in and discussing our plans when I suddenly looked up to see the most gorgeous looking woman I had ever seen in my life standing over me. She was wearing the airlines uniform for flight attendants, with a name tag that said “Liz B. Flight Attendant Supervisor”. Her long shapely legs and strong calves were shown off by a tight skirt that ended just above her knees. Deep brown eyes were locked onto mine as she flashed a beautiful smile at me.
“May I get you anything, a blanket perhaps or something to drink?”
Almost as an afterthought, she looked over at Hannah and asked if she wanted anything as well. We both said no, and she went about seeing to the other first class passengers and then preparing the cabin for take-off. Her eyes had not been the only thing about her that I had noticed. Her full red lips framed perfect white teeth, and she had the most gorgeous head of dark curly hair. Her breasts were the perfect size, just barely straining against the red uniform jacket. Her voice was a little deeper than normal with a slightly “smoky” quality making it extremely sexy. And I was not the only one that had noticed.
“God Allie, someone with her looks belongs on the cover of a fashion magazine, not locked away on a plane! And she is smokin’ hot in that uniform.”
I couldn’t take my eyes off her, just staring every time she was in view. Once we were in the air, I kept watching for her. I didn’t have to wait long, as she was suddenly at my side again. Rather than just standing there asking if I wanted anything, she knelt down next to me and leaned in close as she asked if I needed or wanted anything. After I asked for a glass of wine; she stood back up and immediately went and got it. Only then did she ask Hannah and the otherf first class passengers what they wanted.
Throughout the first leg of the flight, she returned to me time after time tending to my needs. It was obvious she was paying much closer attention to me than even to Hannah, or certainly, to any of the other passengers. As we approached the Atlanta airport where we had a layover, she returned to my side. This time, she asked us if we were departing in Atlanta. Hannah responded that we were headed to New Orleans for Mardi Gras and staying for a week. She looked a bit disappointed, and told us to enjoy our vacation, then walked away.
She left to prepare for landing; with the exit of passengers, and the check of the plane before boarding new passengers, I did not see her again. I looked around and did not see any of the previous attendants still on the plane either. I had seen the captain and copilot depart as well and a whole new crew come in. I felt almost a feeling of loss, but could not quite understand why. While we were waiting for new passengers to board, Hannah and I discussed our plans for the week some more. She had rented a two bedroom suite for us at a hotel right in the heart of the downtown area and had a list of the clubs we wanted to visit.
The new passengers had finally all been boarded and seated, but I noticed the door remained open. One of the crew from the cockpit, perhaps the pilot, stepped out and said something to one of the attendants. She picked up the intercom and said there would be a slight delay in pulling away from the gate, but that it should not be very long. One attendant remained near the door, which had still not yet been closed, so I assumed they must be waiting for a last minute passenger.
About ten minutes later, I saw the attendant at the door looking down the jetway. As I watched to see what she was looking at, Liz walked back onto the plane, looking so confident, almost like she owned the airline. She picked up the intercom and announced we would be departing in a minute; then she looked directly at me, and flashed that magnificent smile again. My heart was pounding. This beautiful creature, that had suddenly appeared in my life, and that I thought had walked out just as quickly... had just stepped back into it.
The door was closed and as we backed away from the gate, the flight crew went through the safety procedures and safety checks.