a while ago, I met a muslim girl on a dating site. we talked a bit and she inspired me to this story. Hope you enyoj it as much as I did writing it.
I drop into my chair. The afternoon has been stressful, but I was just in time for my flight. Luckily, I have a gold card so I could beat the queue at both check-in and security. I am the last to board but am warmly welcomed by the cute flight attendant, who then shows me to my seat. As usual, I have a seat by the aisle, hating to be trapped at the window. Once seated, I can relax, close my eyes, and go into myself. Now others take care of my journey and my well-being. Usually, I fall asleep even before the plane has started rolling onto the tarmac. Traveling is part of my job. The trips vary, both in terms of destination and duration. This time it is Paris, a rather short trip, only three days. Normally I work long days when I'm out. This time I'm just delivering a speech at a conference.
As I close my eyes, I go through what I'm going to talk about in my head. Cybersecurity is something everyone wants to pursue, but almost no one does it right. Part of my job is to do audits of various companies and, not least, governments. There's a lot missing, even though everyone thinks they have the absolute best processes and protections. But there is almost no completely secure way, apart from "pen and paper", i.e. the old analog way, and even then there are gaps as big as sinkholes.
After half an hour, the cute flight attendant comes and leans over me. She is really attractive and gives me more than an inviting smile. I realize that I have seen her on several of my recent flights. With about twenty take-offs and landings per month, I have time to meet many flight attendants. They also know which passengers have gold cards and fly frequently.
"Would you like a drink before dinner?" she asks, winking with her eyes.
"Hi, yes please. Gin and tonic, please. What's for dinner?"
"You can choose between a risotto and a steak."
"Any dessert?"
"Mmm, will have to wait until we land," she says, and her eyes flutter a little more.
"I'll take the meat, especially if it's tender."
"Tender it is. I like it well hanged," she says and winks a little more.
Wow, that's more than I'm used to. Let's see where it leads.
Next to me sits a young woman with a headscarf. She has been following our conversation, blushing a little at the last few sentences. She looks at me, a small smile on her lips. When I see her eyes, I can't pull myself away. Here I am, having just been given an amazing invitation by one of the airline's prettiest flight attendants, and now I'm drowning in the two black wells of those eyes. The thoughts rush through my head, why hide your hair, when the sexiest, most attractive thing is your eyes?
Eventually I wake up, tearing my eyes away from hers. See the rest of her, only the round face is visible, the rest is clothing that completely hides the woman inside. How old is she? Maybe 25, maybe 35? I smile at her, and she gives a quick, slightly shy smile back.
The flight attendant brings the drink. At the same time, I get a little note with a phone number and a name on it. Her name is Angelica. Appropriate name, almost angelically sweet as she is. The rest of the trip goes smoothly. I get my food, as does my chair neighbour. We exchange a few polite phrases. The flight attendant pays a lot of attention to me. She is definitely on.
"I'm staying over in Paris for two nights. Then I have a flight home in the afternoon," she says, winking. My body tingles. It would be great to see her tomorrow, I think. Tonight, I want to take it easy, prepare for tomorrow. For the rest of the conference, I'm just a participant, apart from participating in the last day's panel. For once, not so burdensome.
Taxi to the hotel, I get my room and make myself at home. It's only eight o'clock in the evening. Should I go out for a beer or take it easy? The thought of Angelica is tempting. Maybe call her and see if she wants to do something? I take out the note with the phone number and call. After a few signals, a slightly breathless woman answer.
"Yes, this is Angelica."
"Benjamin from the airplane is calling. Thank you for a nice flight and, not least, the note with your number."
"Hi Benjamin. Nice to hear from you. I was getting ready for the evening and thought of you. What are you doing?"
"Right now, nothing but thinking about having a beer or something. Would you like to come along? That would be fantastic."
"Mmm, sure. I'm staying at the Radisson Blu on the Champs Elysees. Would you come here?"
"Give me 30 minutes and I'll be there. See you at reception?"
"Room 2134. Come up to the room. Waiting. Kiss."
Wow, it seems fabulous, I can already see how she opens and gives me a big hug before we close the door. Not without me getting excited just thinking about it. A quick shower and then a taxi to her hotel. It takes pretty much exactly 30 minutes. I see the elevators, but you need a key card to get in.
"I'm going to visit a friend in room 2134. How do I get an elevator up to her?" I ask the receptionist.
"One moment please," he says and calls the room. After a brief exchange of words, he follows me to the elevator, inserts his card and presses the second-floor button. Then he backs out and I ascend to her floor.
I barely have to knock before the door is opened by Angelica. If she was cute before, she is now absolutely stunning. She is wearing a simple red dress, which is tight around her body. It is slightly low-cut, and her small breasts can be seen through the fabric. In the back it is deeply cut. If she is wearing a bra, it is without any visible straps. The dress hangs up a little on the buttocks, highlighting the butt cheeks very nicely. The dress goes just above the knees and shows her perfect calves. Her face is framed by her semi-long blonde hair. The lips are slightly red and molded into a happy smile. The blue eyes are smiling too.
