Karen strolled into the Cabin Crew air lounge and headed straight for the coffee machine. The buzz of the airport faded and she poured herself a steaming hot mug of coffee and sipped while she checked the rota for her flight. It was her final day at the airline as an air stewardess and she was due to fly from London to Chicago on the over-night long haul.
'Hi Karen, this is your final flight, isn't it?' Maxine asked as she approached the rota and checked her own flights.
'Sure is. A sleepy one to Chicago, then three weeks vacay in Malibu to top up my tan.'
'Very nice. And don't forget to get your "good luck" charm.' Maxie winked.
'Yeah . . . maybe.' Karen smiled.
The room was full of fellow cabin crew, arriving early to get a cup of coffee, have a catch-up, and generally get ready for the flights ahead. All flying the friendly skies!
Karen made her way to the full length mirrors at the end of the room to make sure her appearance was up to scratch before the long flight. At 28 she still had a great figure, and she took pride in her appearance. Tousled blonde hair neatly clipped back under the jaunty airline cap, crisp white shirt with one button undone that strained against her enhanced breasts, and the snug fitting blue jacket buttoned partly over the shirt that curved into her slim waist then flared out. A tight knee-length pencil skirt looked restricting as it sculpted her legs and arse, but allowed for a surprising amount of movement required for her job as an airlines stewardess. The golden hue tan of her legs showed off her shapely calves, and a pair of sleek black shoes finished off the look.
She re-touched her lipstick, a blush of pale peach, and smudged it with her forefinger against her lips, opening her mouth as she did so. She had a smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks which added to her fresh, surfer girl look, and she half twisted in the mirror and gave a smouldering look. She puckered and relaxed her pouty lips, then looked into her pale blue eyes. Here we go, she thought, my last flight before moving on to greener pastures.
She was always the head-turner. A stunning air stewardess to greet each passenger as they boarded the plane. It wasn't her fault she often got assigned to first class or business class. - another perk of the job.
She boarded the plane and immediately settled into pre-passenger checks, ensuring gangways were clear, bathrooms tidy and clean, the galley fully stocked and presentable. She greeted the other stewards and pilots, glad that she had flown with all of them previously.
Tia, a cute Puerto Rican stewardess whom Karen had flown a dozen times before, approached the galley with a handful of glasses. 'Hey Karen,' she smiled, 'going to be a fun one this. Nice and quiet all the way to Chicago.'
'Yeah. No drama's - fingers crossed.' Karen held her fingers up, entwined.
'And your last flight with us, so I hear. You going to go for the lucky charm?' Tia sidled up to her, bumping waists together.
'Maybe . . .' Karen busied herself restocking the tiny champagne bottles. The 'lucky charm' was a ridiculous notion that most cabin crew had done, or said they had done. It was basically picking a passenger at random and giving them a quick handjob or blowjob.
'Maybe? Should be no maybe about it.' The Latino turned to face Karen. 'Listen, I hear one poor girl, she didn't get her lucky charm and bingo, she is now married to an ugly pilot who flies freight in South America. '
'It's all a bit of fun, but I'm just looking forward to my break.' Karen said.
'Flying freight. And uuuugleeeee... ' Tia said ominously.
Tia and Karen prepared to receive the passengers, and smiled and greeted each one as they boarded, confirming their seats where necessary and assisting where needed. The flood of people chatting and fussing, everyone excited at the forthcoming trip.
Karen and Tia retired to the first class section and began pouring welcome drinks, readying hot towels and ensuring passengers were catered for. The announcements were made, flight safety demonstrations acted out, and Karen tried not to look sexy as she mimed the life jacket procedure. She kept her gaze ahead until the end, and then walked through the cabin taking any orders until the cabins dimmed their lights and settled down for the night's flight.
'Time for a bite to eat?' Karen offered a small tray of cakes to Tia. She took one and popped it into her mouth with a satisfied hum.
'Mucho cutey sitting in seat 2 on row C. Him, just over there,' Tia flicked her head towards the gloom. Karen peered around and caught sight of three men in the row, chatting to each other. Fresh faced and all well presented. The guy in seat 2 glanced over in their direction and Karen felt a blush to her cheeks.
'He was staring at you all through the presentation. Eating you up with his eyes, that boy!' Tia made smacking noises with her mouth.
'Yeah, he is tasty,' Karen said, 'And you never know - if opportunity knocks then I may get my lucky charm after all.'
The journey flew through the night. The lights had dimmed and most passengers were asleep after a few hours. Karen and Tia sat in the private galley, chatting quietly.
'Just going to powder my nose,' Tia said, grabbing her purse and heading to the washroom cubicle. The door locked and the red light flashed 'engaged'.
There was movement in the aisle and the curtain pulled back revealing the guy from Row C seat 2. He was making his way to the cubicle, currently engaged with Tia inside. Karen put a hand to his chest to stop him. 'Sorry, the loo is occupied', she said. Her hand lingered on his chest for a moment, as she felt his hard muscle beneath his shirt. That is impressive, she thought.
'Ok, I can wait.' He said. He stood awkwardly in the aisle as Karen closed the curtain behind him.
