I used to hate flying. Bad food, pressure in your ears, long waits at the terminal and now, since September 11th, things have only got worse. But I say used to because of what happened on a business trip two weeks ago.
I was at the airport waiting for a tram to take me to my gate. It was midnight, I hadn't bathed for over twelve hours and my mouth tasted like something had died in it.
Suddenly, I detected the scent of a woman's perfume and saw a gorgeous, exotic beauty step onto the platform. Her fitted, knee-length skirt hugged a pleasantly curvy ass and revealed a pair of shapely calves. Black stiletto heels graced her dainty feet, not too high but enough to make my growing erection tug at my pants. The twin mounds of her breasts filled her short little jacket very nicely. Even the cute blue cap on her lustrous black hair looked sexy: the black name tag pinned to her jacket said her name was Tia. I stared long enough to make her look at me.
Her make-up reminded me of an Egyptian queen, complementing her almond-shaped eyes and high cheekbones. She gave me a dazzling smile, her white teeth contrasting dramatically with her red lips. I wanted to go over and say hi but remembered my foul breath. She seemed to expect an introduction but I just nodded and went into the men's room. Luckily it was on my side. I brushed my teeth quickly (you have to be prepared on these business trips) stepped back outside and saw the tram had arrived. It was one of those glass-walled jobs you had to stand in. I'd half expected her to be inside that thing waiting for me. Alas, she was not. It was empty.
You have to wonder how many opportunities are lost due to lack of breath mints.
I sighed, felt myself go limp inside my pants and stepped aboard. To make matters worse, the tram went in the opposite direction to the one I wanted to go. I had to go three terminals down until it started back to the far end
of the airport before we reached the place where I'd first got on.
I was reading my paper when I smelled that perfume again and heard the tap of high heels. I looked up. Tia stepped inside but she wasn't alone. Another exotic beauty in a similar uniform followed her in. My eyes feasted on a pair of swaying hips and full, round bottoms heading for the front of the tram.
The other girl had a paler complexion and slanted eyes but was just as sexy as Tia. I gave them quick glances as they talked, even catching a friendly smile from Tia and a few giggles from Faun (the other girl's name I learned by virtue of her lapel tag). I couldn't help but notice how close they stood to each other as they spoke and how Faun kept stroking Tia's arm in a very tender manner. The thought of these two lovelies in a more intimate relationship made me excited again and when Tia caught my stare she gave me a playful smile before leaning close to Faun. Occasionally she stroked her waist as they talked.
Needless to say, my imagination all but took off. I almost expected them to start kissing but was disappointed when the tram stopped at my terminal, putting the little show I was enjoying to a halt.
Hope returned when both women passed me as I made my way to the check-in line. Tia glanced at the ticket in my hand and gave me a quick but provocative smile. I realized the logo on her cap matched the one on my ticket.
While waiting at the passenger line I observed the two lovelies making for the crew entrance. I especially watched Tia, loving the way she walked on those thin heels. My heart all but leapt when she gave me a quick wave and stepped inside.
When I got to the plane Faun was standing there. Flashing her pretty smile, she examined my ticket and frowned.
'I'm sorry, you requested non-smoking but the only section is back in coach.'
Her coy look made me think something was up. She looked behind me over my shoulder.
'Tia, could you help me?'
That perfume came back. I turned and stared right into Tia's sexy black eyes. She took the ticket from Faun and without looking at it said 'My colleague's right, this is a smoker's flight. Non-smoking section is back in coach. Would you mind sitting alone back there?'
Tia turned and walked down the aisle, offering me the sight of her swaying hips. I followed her past the randomly occupied seats (it was a red-eye flight) towards the back, all the while admiring the outline of what I knew were a pair of thong panties underneath her tight blue skirt. She stopped, turned and gracefully pointed the seat out for me.
We were alone in the coach section.
'Do you mind sitting by yourself?'
