Synopsis: When a petite and shy girl finds herself in first class she isn't quite sure what to do about her inadvertent elevation of station. Fortunately the man who sits next to her is happy to take control of the situation, and, ultimately, her little body!
She felt a little shy to find herself in first class. It hadn't been her idea. The tickets had been bought on her behalf by people who often flew first class and had felt bad to therefore stick her in economy for her return journey. But it just didn't feel right to her. After all, being quite petite she always had plenty of legroom even in economy and had never had any complaints about the simple meals they served there. She really didn't feel deserving of this accidental elevation of station.
She had been just about to get up and see about switching seats when the person next to her took their seat. He filled the space way better than she did. It made her think twice about trying to get up. She therefore sat blushing and fidgeting as the air hostess came to offer them drinks even while the people in economy were still trying to board.
She kept glancing back to economy, but it was like she was being partitioned off. She now felt quite keenly that she was on the wrong side of the curtain.
The man looked over at her and she stilled. She wasn't sure if that was his intention, but under his gaze she felt quite frozen to the spot.
"Nervous flier?" His voice sounded more kind than she expected.
She shook her head. "No, Sir, well yes - maybe? Oh - also I didn't mean to-" she broke off, flustered. While using honorifics came naturally to her, she had never accidentally used one on a stranger outside of her kinky sphere before.
He put his finger beneath her chin. Her cheeks felt like they might burn right off, but she still couldn't look away.
"First time in first?"
She bit her lip and nodded. "Yes, but it doesn't feel right to be here. I don't need all this space! And I think it must have been sooo expensi-"
He held up his hand and smiled. "Well then, if you don't want to be here as a passenger, perhaps we could come to some sort of arrangement? Perhaps for this flight you can be my little serving girl? She'd surely have to therefore sit nearby?"
She looked up with surprise and hope. "Would that be okay?"
He looked at her expectantly.
She swallowed nervously as she corrected herself. "Would that be okay...Sir?"
He smiled and tilted her chin up higher making her feel very self-conscious. "I don't say things I don't mean. Now, what do you think a good serving girl would do first?"
She thought for a second, suddenly feeling a little lacking in available options. Her face lit up as a thought occurred to her. "Would you like my seat, Sir? It's right by the window and away from all the traffic in the aisle and-" she broke off, self-conscious of why she wanted to give him a space with more privacy.
He chuckled. "Wow, it's that good of a seat, hey?! But I do like the idea of being a little more away from people..." he stood up and held out his hand to pull her to her feet. Before she quite knew where she was he had lifted her to stand in front of him, still facing forwards. Suddenly the little bit of extra legroom felt very useful indeed!
She blushed as she felt his hand discreetly run down her side. "Okay, little one, I'm gonna have to squeeze past you." He pressed her forwards against the seat in front and she could feel his body tight against hers. She was pretty sure he didn't have to do that but it felt good either way.
She hugged the head of the chair in front and murmured to herself happily. She jumped back when she suddenly realised the seat in front was occupied. The man who still stood behind her put his arms around her protectively. "You're cute when you're skittish, you know."
As the plane doors closed the man slid into the window seat and buckled himself in. The girl still stood mesmorised, feeling like she was somewhere between fantasy and reality just at the mere touch of the man she now instantly found herself lusting after.
"Time to take your seat, cutie - but don't worry, we'll soon be airborne, and who knows what might happen when we're a mile high!"
She quickly took her seat and squirmed as the plane slowly worked its way to cruising altitude. She couldn't stop fidgeting. She wasn't wholly sure what was going to happen when the Captain turned off the fasten seatbelt sign, but she knew that whatever it was, she both feared and craved it.
She tried to subtly glance at the man sitting next to her only to find his eyes were already on her. She blushed. "Oh - hi!"
He leaned forwards, placing his elbows on the armrest partition between them. "So, little serving girl, while I could absolutely have you meet me in the bathroom and fuck you senseless in the tiny cubicle, it seems to me that a serving girl belongs on her knees." The seatbelt sign dinged off. He smiled. "Come to me, little one. Come kneel at my feet where you know you belong."
She looked up at him in petrified horror. "But- but what if somebody sees?! These little curtains really don't conceal us much!"
He smiled and held up a blanket. "I thought you might say that. But I have to warn you. If you choose to stay hidden beneath a blanket then the blanket is all you'll be hidden by."
She looked up at him, shaking her head slightly in disbelief.
