1. First Class - Part 1


    Date: 11/6/2014, Categories: Bisexual, Author: blin18, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    how ridiculous Spike was behaving because a change in the glare from the setting sun outside drew his eye and suddenly the doorway was framing a shapely silhouette – the delightfully familiar silhouette of Vicky the flight attendant. Wearing a sleeveless white sundress that shone like a halo, Bob could see the slim curves of her hips, waist and breasts as a gorgeous shadow before of the setting sun. Vicky walked slowly through the door, looking around but not seeing him; and Bob felt a physical pang of loss when the sundress lost its translucence as she moved into the artificial light of the bar room. Celeste emerged from behind Vicky, stunning in a tailored white tunic, black short-shorts and open-toed sling-backs; her radiant red hair spilled in cascades of glinting curls over one shoulder and formed an open parenthesis around the full curve of her right breast. She took Vicky’s hand and guided her to a booth, expertly signalling an order to the barman before they sat down. Bob hadn’t noticed any table-service in the time he had been at the bar, but watching the speed with which the barman brought around two glasses of champagne, he doubted that sort of thing mattered for the likes of Celeste. She rewarded the man with a big smile and a compliment that Bob couldn’t hear, but the barman grinned like a schoolboy and colour rose to his cheeks, so Bob guessed it was the sort of thing people liked to hear from a beautiful woman. Bob kept watching Vicky and Celeste from the ...
    other side of the room. They were seated directly behind Spike and Vicky was turned side on to them and slightly away, so even though she was scanning about the bar, she didn’t make eye contact with Bob. Meanwhile Spike was enthusiastically coaching Bob about how he should handle the whole Amy situation and had assumed that Bob’s lack of eye contact meant that he was eagerly watching for Amy’s return so that he could instantly swing into action. In actual fact, Bob wasn’t listening to a word; he was waiting for Vicky to look around, desperate not to miss a chance at catching her gaze. “So, Plan A is see if she’s with a friend, or if she can call one,” Spike recapped, ticking off points on his fingers. “If that doesn’t fly then …,” he paused, expecting some kind of affirmation from Bob. “Bob! Bobby! Earth to Bob; are you reading me?” “Huh?” Bob flicked his eyes to Spike and then back over Spike’s shoulder to Vicky across the room. “What are you looking at?” he asked. “C’mon man, don’t make me turn around like a dickhead. She’s over there isn’t she? Is she talking to a guy? Oh fuck, she’s standing right behind me, isn’t she?” Two guys had just approached Vicky and Celeste’s booth. They had improbably styled hair and open neck shirts unbuttoned about half way down their hairy chests. From his years of schoolyard geekdom, Bob identified them immediately as belonging to the genus Sleazebag . Species: Asshole . One guy was a head taller than the other and wore a thick, gaudy gold chain ...
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