1. Best on Board


    Date: 10/19/2014, Categories: First Time, Author: blin18, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    well when an arm reached above him to switch off the assistance light. “Good afternoon, Sir. How may I assist you?” Bob looked up from his work, sweeping a lock of dark hair away from his glasses and … froze. The flight attendant was young, about his age, and achingly pretty. Not beautiful. Not a sex goddess, but very, very pretty. She was tall, of course, but it’s hard to tell when you’re sitting; and dressed in the stylish and elegant uniform of the airline. Short black heels, skin toned pantyhose outlining a trim pair of calves, a navy blue pencil skirt curving over her slim hips and finished with a thin red belt, a tightly fitted navy on white polka-dot blouse cut narrow at her trim waist to accentuate the shelf of her small round breasts, and a navy blue silk scarf with red and white detail knotted at her throat, modestly covering the view down her blouse as she leaned over him. The name tag pinned on the curve above one breast said “Vicky – Trainee.” Daring to look at her face – anywhere but those tight, firm breasts – Bob saw delicate features: a small, straight nose, chocolate brown hair tied into a neat pony tail that reached just past the shoulder, and maybe the prettiest olive-green eyes he had seen … not that he ever looked into girls’ eyes. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out, just an embarrassing croak. She smiled down at him; white, straight teeth, soft pink lipstick. What would it be like to kiss those lips? ~~~ Seeing that 10C was ...
    tongue-tied, Vicky dropped into a squat so that she wouldn’t be looming over him. He was cute. Geeky-cute, with thick black hair that hung in locks, not greasy, just a bit tousled; and he had a pencil with a couple of pages of diagrams with lines and curves and numbers and symbols. Nutty professor was her first thought; but he wasn’t old enough to be a professional academic, he looked about her age, maybe 20 or 21 at a stretch. She looked into his eyes, rich and blue with dark lashes behind a pair of black rimmed glasses that were so nerdy they were actually a bit cool. His gaze flicked downwards to her hem, not long enough to linger, but she realised with a thrill that her lap fell in a perfect line to his face and that if she didn’t have her knees together he would be able to see her panties. She felt a little flush rise to her cheeks to match the one blooming on his. “Hello Sir,” she started again, catching his blue eyes and feeling goose bumps rise on her breasts. “Is there anything I can get you? A glass of water, maybe?” “Hi,” he said nervously … and then nothing else. Vicky smiled, not just with her mouth but with her whole face. The poor guy was more nervous than she was and this was her first flight out the academy. “Hi, to you too, Sir. I’m Vicky.” “No. I’m sorry,” he stammered. “High. How high? The plane?” Nervous flier, she thought. The plane’s nearly empty, I bet I could sit here and hold his hand the whole way. And if he got really nervous, he might need a cuddle, ...