My boarding pass slipped to the floor.



As I bent over to pick it up, I saw a pair of shapely legs in black stockings standing before me. My eyes traced their way up her tight blue business suit, first the knee-length skirt and then a slim-cut jacket which framed a full set of perfect perky breasts. Her pale skin was only a shade darker than her white shirt and she had rich, rose-red lips. At last, my gaze met her provocative blue eyes. They were like a tranquil creek, glossy enough to see my own reflection, and clear enough to look through to her soul. Looking at her eyes, I felt a click somewhere deep in my heart.



My heart started racing as I drank in her beauty. Her dazzling airline emblem informed me that it was not just a suit that she was wearing, it was an airline uniform. This desirable fox was a flight attendant. Her bodily scent smelled so right to me as if we’d been biologically coded to be the perfect match. I gave her a warm smile and rose to my feet, trying not to be too obvious as I breathed her in.



In the meantime, I caught her glance at my body. My spread white collar contrasted my olive skin, and the narrow lapels of my gray suit completed with a polka dot pocket square flattered my firm chest. I stood a head taller than her, and my broad shoulders and chiseled torso could easily envelop her fit but curvy frame. My dark short hair was immaculately groomed.



She boasted a full head of blonde hair. Usually, a female flight attendant would wear her hair in an elegant french twist or a bun behind her head, but she was wearing her blonde hair like a waterfall flowing down her shoulders.



I noticed her eyes flicker to my hands. Once she saw my bare ring finger, a flare of red lit up her face and warm approval beamed in her eyes. Her fond look simply dissolved me.



“Welcome aboard, sir. I am the first-class attendant, Jessica. Would you like a drink? Perhaps a glass of wine?” she asked in an ardent but slightly trembling voice.



“Riesling please,” I rattled cooly, striving for control of my wayward mind. Her voice tickled me to the core. Her movements while she fetched a flute showed her luscious figure. My mind went blank and I could feel a traitorous bulge rising between my legs. I hoped the refreshing wine would help me calm down. While Jessica was pouring it, I quickly sit down and tried to compose myself.



She returned with a professional smile and leaned down to put the flute on the tray before me, unintentionally showing me a generous view down her blouse. My heart pounded hard.



“Anything else I can help you with sir?” she asked in an upbeat tone.



Yeah, I want to slam you hard and deep till you wail in ecstasy! I roared in the back of my mind. Instead, I politely replied, “No, thank you. I am good at the moment. Thank you for your help!”



“You’re welcome, sir,” Jessica said with a giggle. “I’ll be around the whole flight. Let me know if you need anything, anytime.” The tip of her sweet smelling hair brushed my shoulder as she turned and left.



“Anything and anytime” echoed a thousand times in my mind. Charmed by her giggles and demeanor, I was a little disappointed by her departure. “Actually, I do need your help, Jessica. I’m feeling a little cold here. Could you please grab me a blanket?”



“Yes, sir. It’s right up here.” Jessica returned to my side and reached up to open the compartment above me. Her tight jacket was stretched up, deepening her already expansive cleavage.



I glimpsed the almost empty first class cabin, and unable to resist myself I reached my right hand between her legs, glided up her inner thighs and black stockings, savoring every inch of soft flesh.



My hand was stopped by Jessica’s. “What are you doing?” She hissed in a whisper, half surprised and half angry.



“I can’t help myself. And I know you can’t either, can you?” With brooding eyes, I whispered in a husky voice, my throat was dry from raging lust. I gazed deeply into her blue eyes, both of us swimming in an ocean of desire. Jessica turned silent, and time was frozen at that moment.



“Wait until the plane takes off”, she whispered. “I’m risking my job, so we’ll have to be careful.” Jessica’s tone conveyed the urgency of her message.



“Understood!” I murmured. Retracting my hand from her thigh, I turned my gaze to the sunset outside the cabin window. I picked up the flute and swallowed a mouthful of wine in to flush down the burning desire. The flight was only beginning…