1. Best on Board


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

    thing,” giggled Celeste. “You’re making me all giddy. I’ve been asked that every week for the last twelve years, but never by BOB!” She flashed her eyes and fanned her breasts, smiling and flattered. “How high do you want to go, handsome? One mile? Or maybe two?” she asked, putting a hand on Vicky’s shoulder. Vicky felt less self-conscious about her blushes earlier, because now her cheeks were flaming scarlet and her earlobes incandescent. Then Bob saved it by deliberately misunderstanding her thinly veiled Mile High Club reference; a confused look contorting his fine features as he looked back down at his pages of calculations. “Huh! That doesn’t seem high enough. I had us at over four miles, maybe I made a mistake.” Vicky giggled and stood up, whispering “Touché” to Celeste as she escaped back down the aisle to hide her embarrassment. As she slipped past Celeste, she heard her lean closer Bob and said in a conspiratorial whisper “No mistake, Sweetie. Let me get service finished and I’ll make sure you’re looked after.” ~~~ Altitude! Oh man, Bob. Altitude! Altitude! Altitude! You’re such a dork! The pretty flight attendant … Vicky, it even sounds pretty … had his head spinning. Girls sometimes did talk to him – mostly to get help with a physics prac or maths homework – which was fine; it put him on familiar ground. But talking to him and smiling … not a fake I-want-something-from-you smile, a real one … and Bob, just on a by-the-way here mate, did I mention she was pretty ! ...
    That was surreal. He thought he had made a bit of a fool of himself. Vicky was probably laughing about him with the other red-haired one right now. And man, was she strange? Beautiful too! He couldn’t see her properly until she leaned in above Vicky … she called her Vixen … Vicky didn’t like it … and then he saw too much; right down her blouse, the tops of her full breasts, her lacy white bra … he even saw her belly button straight through the cleft in the middle. He couldn’t look away fast enough. And then her face: clear creamy skin, beautiful dimples, green eyes, long lashes and cascades of glossy auburn hair. He would have frozen into a statue there and then, but she surprised him back into reality with the altitude. She must have had it wrong … the plane seemed way higher than one or two miles. Then Vicky ran away and the redhead promised to check the altitude after service … or something. She wasn’t very clear. Bob looked out the window past the vacant middle and window seats – he always sat on the aisle – and started sketching the wing. It had those V-shapes … V for Vicky … that combat wing-tip turbulence. Plotting force vectors on the wing, he reckoned he could estimate the mass of the plane. He’d need the air-speed velocity though; the redhead could probably ask the pilot for him, it’s not like they had much else to do on an empty flight. ~~~ The in-flight service started coming out. Bob hoped it would be Vicky and she would smile at him again, but there was a man ...
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