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First Class - Part 1
Date: 11/6/2014, Categories: Bisexual, Author: blin18, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories
before. “Oh, that sucks,” she sympathised. Bob had a brief surge of panic when he thought she was sympathizing with the long-suffering citizens of Coffs Harbour having to share their evening with a nerd like Bob. He quickly recovered when he realized she had bought his lost-luggage story. “Where are you going?” she asked, smiling as she warily eyed the plain jeans and t-shirt that Bob was still wearing from when he arrived. “What sort of clothes will you need?” As he had left the plane, the other flight attendant named Celeste - who had orchestrated Bob and Vicky’s adventure in the airplane bathroom – had hinted to Bob where she and Vicky could be found that night. Bob had played it back in his head a hundred times trying to understand why two beautiful girls would want to see him again. He would normally cross the street to avoid them, but this post-coital mellow vibe was driving all sorts of odd behaviour and now he was just going with the flow. He didn’t honestly expect anything on the scale of this afternoon’s adventure, but maybe he would cough up the courage to ask for Vicky’s phone number. Heck, maybe he would cough up the courage to actually use it when they both got back to Sydney. “Um, I’m not sure what I should wear,” he began. “I heard about this place called The Beachcomber. Do you know it?” “Of course,” she said with a musical laugh. “Coffs isn’t that big. The BC is pretty cool; good crowd, surf theme, lots of craft beers on tap and live music if you go back ... on Saturday night. It’s fun; you’ll have a great time.” She stepped close enough for Bob to smell her perfume and he felt an imaginary electric charge as she touched his fingers, taking back the ugly shirt he was holding. “Well you won’t be needing this,” she said frowning at it distastefully. “Unless you’re planning to kick on after the BC to a mediaeval theme restaurant,” she briskly tucked the hideous shirt back into the rack and un-self-consciously took his hand, leading him to another part of the store where the clothes had colours and patterns and shape. “It’s a pretty casual pub,” she explained as they walked. “I go in after work just wearing this.” She pinched the figure hugging cotton spandex mini-dress away from her slim waist; Bob heard it whisper across the fabric of her bra, drawing his eyes fleetingly to that place where he took mental snapshot of her firm, round breasts; the outline of her nipples just barely visible under the stretchy fabric. Bob stood back as she flipped through a rack of shirts. He was sneaking a glance at her bottom – firm and round with the cleft clearly visible like a seam down the tight mini - when she turned back around and caught him red handed. He looked up quickly with a blush as she handed him a casual shirt utterly unlike anything he owned. “Here, try this on,” she said, a smile rising to her lips as she pretended to ignore his embarrassment. “And …,” she continued, reaching into a rack of three-quarter length shorts. “Try these as ...