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1/16/2021 6:45 am

a MILE HIGH in the sky, they came with a sigh, I tell no lie

The seatbelt sign had blinked off and the hostesses were busy preparing drinks and food offer the passengers on the plane. Carlos was never comfortable sitting still in one place, his impatience always tested him. He was also bored and at times like this his mind raced entertain him with dark and lewd fantasies. Those thoughts raised his body temperature ever so slightly and he felt the need move. He walked down the aisle towards the toilet. was locked, so he looked at the attendant had welcomed him onto the plane. She had eyed him in a way that caught his attention; held desire but also an element of fragility or perhaps a lack of confidence. He asked the air-hostess for a coke.
“I am from Gibraltar you know,” Carlos smiled at the flight attendant.
“Oh, that’s nice, sir. I thought you were Texan.”
“No, not at all. Because I Spanish?”
“I thought most locals on the Rock were Spanish.”
“This is true, we are of Spanish origin. Well, I am part.”
“Oh?”
“Yes, my mother was Scottish.”
“Well, that is a unique mix,” the air hostess fluttered briefly with impatience at the ongoing dialogue.
“She had an accent just like yours.” Carlos raised his finger and pointed at the air hostess’s nose.
“Well, I am Scottish, yes.” She started blush.
“From Glasgow,” he confidently confirmed.
“You have a good ear for accents.”
“Yes, some might say but, in your accent, I detect something a little more specific, like Mount Vernon.”
The air hostess’s tray wobbled briefly, with the casualty being Carlos’s empty plastic cup tipping over. “Well, I am surprised.”
“My mother was from Mount Vernon.”
“Whereabouts?”
“Well, I haven’t been back in a long time, is hard re-member.”
The air hostess shuffled a little on the spot as if disappointed with his answer.
“I think it is just north of the golf course; is a street in be-tween that and the park that curves around like the breasts of the top of a heart shape.”
“Um, I don’t think that’s what they the bits at the top of a heart, mounds. But I know the place.”
“I forgot what was called but is a road between the two parks called Sandyhills Street.”
“Road.”
“Yes, a road.”
“No, ’s called Sandyhills Road.”
“Yes! I remember now. Well, my mother lived just behind until she moved Gibraltar,” Carlos continued. He was playing her like a fiddle. He had made his opener and needed give her no further indication he was flirting with her; surely it was obvious her and others in the cabin too. He had made a connection through his knowledge of Glasgow and his ear for accents. Sadly, the thing he knew about Sandyhills Road was that just behind was a safe house he had once used. He wasn’t lying about his mother being Scottish, though he was lying that his mother had passed away. was his typical sell; he introduced some mild doubt in his story at regular intervals, moments later to be revealed to be the truth. He had allowed her to suspect he’d invented the story by stating he couldn’t remember the street where his mother lived but then accurately describing the surrounding area. Each time the air hostess doubted his story, she was punished for doubting herself. Anyway, why she should be so suspicious of him? was working and she was warming up Car-los.
“And what takes you from Texas London?” she inquired.
Bang, he was in and he knew as she was now providing the openers. “Business,” he stated frankly. Better not be too succinct, would be a good time start volunteering more information, he thought. “I am a linguist,” he continued.
“Oh, I see!” said the air hostess like she was putting the pieces of the puzzle together.
“Yes, I am a keen student of languages, regional dialects, creoles and so on,” he said, his hands gesticulating in the air, mildly mocking him-self and his fictional career in order to humour her further. worked well; her legs were facing him now and he could feel intuitively that she was opening up, like a crisp rose budding in the spring sun with a drop of dew caressing its vibrant red petals much as her hormones were teasing through her veins, opening the capillaries throughout her abdomen and into her crotch.
“That’s very interesting,” she replied.
He leaned in, bringing his lips closer to her left ear and gently spoke, “But not as interesting as you.” It was important he spoke into her left ear. He had a theory, given that like most other sensory organs, an ear was connected to the opposite side hemisphere of the brain so it was better to speak to her emotive right half of her brain than her logical left. He pulled back neither swiftly so as to seem like he was retreating, nor slowly enough to seem he was lingering. She stayed where she was.
He decided he could now move away right then and and leave the girl alone carry on duties, without him embracing her from behind and fucking her gently, breathing into her ear, pulling her body tight together with his and tickling her clitoris until she climaxed. He knew he could do it easily and he was rarely wrong. Oh, she is so sweet, he thought as he watched her resume her duties, not fully concentrating on the people around her, presumably thinking of her interaction with him. He had to give her space as talking would put her under pressure and pressure must never be felt in seduction. He would be gentle with this one. He had a fondness for Scottish ladies, for no reason other than the fact that his mother genuinely was from Scotland, even though she was half-Italian. As a consequence, he felt some loyalty towards all Scots. He imagined the air hostess being stripped naked, hard to achieve in a small toilet cabin on an airliner like this. Doing her from behind would mean he would get to observe her naked chest in the reflection of the toilet mirror. So, this was an opportunity. Should he take it further or should he leave it? Oh, it was tempting, very tempting.
Further down the aisle, helping another passenger push his hand-luggage into the overhead compartment, she looked back at him. His face changed from flirtation to cheeky respect and he smiled, with just enough eye contact as he could to indicate he was still attracted to her, but was pulling back from the engagement. She appeared to read this mood shift as well. Inside he imagined she was relieved she wouldn’t have to consider the trouble she would get into if she did decide to intertwine with this man in the toilet. He could envisage no scenario where she wouldn’t be caught by one of her colleagues. She was probably also mildly offended he had taken her that far but since decided to withdraw. Still, he was a charming man, and he knew she would attention him throughout the rest of the flight. He eased into his aisle-seat.
Carlos finished watching a superhero movie on the onboard entertainment system, the screen a little too close for comfort given the passenger in front had reclined their seat. Economy, always fucking economy, he thought. Carlos had not paid fully attention to the movie. He was torn be-tween two topics that particularly excited him. On one hand, he was to be formally recruited into SIS and he had little idea what this would entail. On the other and most immediate hand, was the Scottish stewardess whose he did not yet know, but whose body he very much yearned get know. He could always feel when a woman was interested in him sexually. The tell-tale sign on his first reconnoiter was if she didn’t flinch when he leaned in speak softly into her ear. If she was interested, she stayed in the welcoming position, standing firm, neither leaning back as he leaned in nor leaning forward. He looked over his seat see where she was now. She was right at the end of the aisle.
He looked at her calves that gracefully extended from below her knee-length navy-blue uniform skirt. She wore flat black shoes, which would potentially have made her legs less interesting but she had very well-toned muscles in the lower parts of her leg and this made Carlos’ dick move ever so slightly in his underwear. He looked up the curve of her culo; she had a well-defined ass. Her back was fairly straight, and she was not particularly tall so he didn’t expect a giraffe’s neck, but the back of her neck itself was a treasure and pale such that demanded to be warmed up by his kisses. Wisps of reddish/auburn hair started up from above the nape and became a beautiful bouquet of voluminous hair as it was tied in a ball at the back of her head, with a pair of what looked like small chopsticks holding her hair in place.
Now standing in the service area, she turned around and looked directly and momentarily at him then sheepishly in another direction, feigning that her eyes had accidentally caught him as she continued moving food parcels from one stowage box to another. Carlos felt goaded by this small victory. She is interested, but this is a timid one, he thought. He wondered again if anyone was observing him on this flight. The thought annoyed him like a mosquito buzzing around his ear during slumber. Were any recruiters on this plane? Did anyone on this flight know he was? He looked at her again and knew now he just had have her. So much for good intentions. He observed her hands. Her beautiful fingers danced around the various implements and objects she was handling. He looked at his watch, knowing the flight from Austin, Texas London would be just under nine hours. He was over two hours in and even more luckily, he was on the red-eye flight which left at 16:40 local time and would land in London at 07:35 GMT the next day. This was plenty of time in which make a seduction away from the view of other passengers, many of whom, being Texans, were probably either drugged up their eyeballs on sleeping pills or getting drunk on Tequila.

When seducing an air hostess, the most important factor was not whether the hostess could be seduced but how much the opportunity was for the hostess get away with having sex without either another passenger or other deck crew finding out. On a short haul flight, the chances were high the hostess would get caught. On an overnight flight when many passengers were asleep, was plenty of time seize the right moment and the chances were a lot better. All the factors were falling into place except Carlos knew now that when he arrived at his office he would be jetlagged and sleep deprived.
He pondered what would be the best approach. Should he continue to flirt more over the next three hours or should he just wait for a moment to open when the chances were favourable and he could just signal his willingness to offer himself to her? He opted for the second. The first he reasoned would draw the attention of the other crew. A few looks here and would suffice. He had keep himself on her mind regularly so she could spend the time rationalising whether or not she could have sex with him. He was certain she was interested, however, she might not be compliant. Either way, he assured himself it was going happen. He reached down and through his jeans pulled his underwear a little looser so that his semi-erection could breathe. He pondered again what she would like naked. was a useless thought as he would find out for real, soon.
The time was right. She had walked the back of the plane, the most spacious area and also that which was directly behind the view of all the passengers. Either the toilet or the holding area itself would serve well. did not appear be any other cabin crew at the back, but would be at some point. Three hours before landing, this was the quiet spot of the flight. Most of the crew would be taking a welcome break. He walked down the dimly lit cabin with purpose, with the hostess far at the rear, reaching out and pulling the dividing curtain back in place, spying him for a second. Good, he thought. She will be expecting me, will be no surprise. Surprise raises fear and he did not want that. He was after her willingness. The many looks he’d sent her the past three hours should have been cue enough. Hopefully, she had processed them and succumbed the idea of sleeping with him.
He was concerned he had glanced too many times. Flirtation a few times was welcome, any more than that felt predatory. He reached to-wards the curtain and gently palmed it aside. She was busy playing with the coffee machine, or at least she appeared to be. She turned around and looked at him. He could tell from the way her eyes moved around that she was on alert, a little nervous perhaps. He realised he also felt butterflies in his stomach as she turned to him with those open but alert eyes that still maintained the pretense of a professional hostess. He was momentarily lost for words.
“Can I help you, sir?” she asked.
He decided to use his fleeting lapse of composure to his advantage, showing her his apprehension and his shared vulnerability, heavily spiced with lust. He could see she consciously or otherwise registered his guard coming down and believed she had seen the true person. At that moment, he realised she felt very comfortable with him in this situation and their desire was mutual. She fumbled to find some further words as he just looked at her. Her eyes darted between each of his in turn, almost making him a little dizzy. He reached out to her and she held up her arms to the side, catching his forearms as his hands touched her, one across her midriff and the other curving around her back. Their lips touched in one brief hard kiss before she tilted her head to the side and he put his tongue in her mouth to meet hers, ready and poised to fight back. He could smell her up close, smell her real scent, now present before that of the curtain, the car-pet, the toilet to the side, the coffee and the metal all around the serving area. Their kiss continued, mostly tongue interspersed with a few kisses on the lips. He paused for a moment and opened his eyes. Hers looked back at his; they were blue but lighter than his. She had a smug grin on her face and was poised for some more kissing but her upper lip had raised to bear her top teeth. It made her look almost a little predatory, even a little masculine.
He felt his dick hard in his pants and he grabbed her hand and placed it over his jeans. She squeezed and leaned into him further, her lips raised now and the canine-like smile was gone. He kissed back and they stepped to the side, going nowhere in particular but it was the second step in a dance that would lead to sex. She pushed him back for a second and touched his lips. His heart beat faster with her pale little fingers pressed against his mouth.
She picked up the intercom and pressed a button. The hostess spoke, “Jane. It’s me.” She uttered the word yes three times and smiled before saying, “Thanks, babe.” She reached into one of the storage compartments and took out a sign attached to a single chain and strapped one side of it on the frame of the toilet door. She put her finger to her lips and mouthed shush and then stood back. She reached down and pulled up her skirt, riding it higher until she could reach her underwear. She didn’t let him see her vagina but she instead pulled down her panties slowly and kicked off one shoe. She got one leg free and pulled it out of her under-wear and then repeated the action with the other side. She placed her panties in her pocket. Her shoes went back on and she reached out her hand asking for his. She pushed him into the toilet cubicle first and then walked in as well. She turned around, hooked the sign across the door-frame and pulled the irritating bi-folding cubicle door shut. He felt a bit awkward as he wasn’t the one in charge. That would come next as he took over, but first they had to work out a position. were two real positions that could be achieved in a toilet cabin; one was for him to sit on the toilet and her to mount him reverse-cowgirl. The other she opted for. She was clearly a hygiene-conscious girl, which suited Carlos perfectly. His view was that getting someone else’s misplaced toilet seat pee on one’s back was too great a price to even for what was poised be an explosive . Thus, going for the other position possible for those without extensive yoga training, she sat up on the basin and pulled her skirt back up, revealing herself him with beautiful, tidy, pink lips that made him harder still when he saw them. A wonderful small mound of trimmed red-dish pubic hair sat above them. He wanted dive down and smell her wetness and kiss gently, exciting her, but his back bumped into the cabin wall almost instantly. She reached down and started unbuckling his belt. Of all the things about a woman taking charge that he enjoyed, it was someone trying to unbuckle his belt, which never seemed to go as easily as it should. He let her get the belt unbuckled but then unbuttoned his own fly, pushing his jeans and underwear down together, shuffling his hips from side to side hoping gravity would assist.
He could smell she was wet already as she held his throbbing man-hood in her hand. She held it with one hand and rubbed his head just be-low her pubic hair, onto her clit, up and down, then lower and he felt her juices on the end of his dick. He pushed in slightly but she pulled his dick up so that it rubbed back up into her pubes, teasing him, smiling at him with those beautiful blue eyes staring back at him. China blue eyes. He decided to focus upwards and took one hand to stroke her hair as he looked at her. She smiled back. He kissed her raised hand and cupped her breast, still covered by her white uniform shirt, a bra underneath. He wished she had taken that off as well. As soon as he touched her breast, she pushed her chest out and caressed her other breast with her free hand. She continued to rub his head around her clit and the opening of her vagina, her wetness sticking to him. He took in a deep breath and kissed her as deeply and as passionately as he could. He pushed it and felt her hand loosen the grip around him, still hovering, waiting to see how it went. He pushed in a little and felt a moment's resistance inside her and so he pulled out a little, then in a little, repeating until he found himself easily all the way in. The last three inches of his dick went in easily as he watched her look up at the ceiling light, her eyes rolling back. He pulled her into him more, squeezing not just with his dick but his whole body. He was not going to go into full action, he was going to take this slowly.
He moved around inside her to make sure all of his dick was covered in her juices and then he made slow, direct thrusts in and out of her. She wiggled around to get more comfortable. He imagined the basin could not be the most pleasant thing to sit upon. He kissed her neck, wanting to see more and more of it while still squeezing her breast. He continued to push in and out though slowly, ever so slowly. She was enjoying it, he could see as she smiled that animal-like grin, baring her teeth. He wanted tell this creature he loved her despite not even knowing her . Furthermore, he loved being inside of her and surrounded by her limbs, her body, her breast in his hand and smell of her hair. He leaned in further smell that hair, taking her full scent in but he was momentarily poked in the eye by one of the chopsticks still holding her hair in place. The momentary frustration of pain in his eye caused him start thrusting faster. She started unbuttoning her shirt and he helped her. He had to see those breasts, hidden away for too long.
Once her shirt was open, she pulled down one side of her bra and winced a little. Perhaps it was uncomfortable. He reached behind her naked back and his thumb reached behind the bra strap while two fingers pinched at the clip. He forced one side of the bra against her back, anchoring it and then the other finger pinched the other side of the strap outward and the side, releasing the clips. This freed up pressure on her breasts and allowed her pull her bra further away, exposing them fully. He looked at her bare breasts with awe; they had such beautiful small nipples. He clasped one breast in his hand tightly and with the other hand squeezed her thigh. She let out a restrained moan, desperately trying keep quiet. He realised this one would not take much work at all; she was fully in the moment and the way she was breathing suggested she would easily reach orgasm. All the better, he thought.
He rubbed his thumb against her exposed nipple and came erect. He leaned down as far as he could kiss that breast and pulled up as gently as he could. Although in the confined space of the cabin he could barely reach, his tongue did meet that nipple and his tongue flicked up and down. Now with both arms, she clasped around his head and squeezed tight. She pulled her right leg further up and stretched it out. With the surprising flexibility of a ballerina, she raised her leg up towards the top of the cabin and he kissed her calf. It was the beautiful piece of leg that he had spied earlier that had aroused his desire. As he continued drawing himself deeper and deeper into her, now that he had a little more access, he felt her breath on his ear and it excited him to the point where he could climax. He allowed her to see this written across his face and she forced her lips on him and reached down to his bum and pulled it into her. She would not let their lips part and she kept squeezing his bum. He opened his eyes as she forced their faces together and he thrust faster and faster. Her eyes were now looking upwards, even with their lips pressed together. From the way her breath came quickly in and out of her nostrils, heating up his own, he felt she would come. He squeezed his prostate as hard as he could, willing the orgasm to come forth, the levels of pleasure rising from one plateau to the next. He let out an almost choking gasp, signalling to her he was close, and she said the first word since they entered the cabin, a solitary but certain, “Yes.”
He focused on the wetness and heat of her pussy as he felt the gates opening and a rush of pleasure running up his back and come rushing through his dick and into her. Her back jerked at the time and he knew she was coming as well. Her mouth was open as if she was going eat his face. She moved her mouth against his ear and let out a forceful breath, her nails digging into his neck and his bum. His ejaculation continued to flow out of him and into her. She shuffled a little back, but it hurt him, just coming out of orgasm and he held her tight so she could not move until his orgasm had passed. Now that it had, with his dick still in-side her, he looked at her, the smile on her face. She kissed him on the lips with no tongue, just a grateful kiss on the lips.
She let out a little laugh and spoke for the second time. “Is your mother really Scottish?” she asked in her Glaswegian accent.
He smiled with the smile of a fond memory. “She is. She was,” he replied and then kissed her on the lips again with genuine affection.
When Carlos overheard the captain say, “Twenty minutes to landing,” he felt grateful for the enjoyable experience and wondered if he would ever see the hostess again. He had her cell number. He glanced across at one of the trolley-dollies and decided he could have seduced him instead. But he had fallen for the Scot. One beautiful, radiant and assertive woman.

Taken from 'Dances with Destiny' by Alexander Kas


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