It was a rather long flight from Los Angeles to Philadelphia, but since it was a red-eye everyone on board took it upon themselves to get some sleep. The plane landed at six in the morning and I transferred over to the terminal where the express jets congregated. All I needed now was a puddle-jumper flight to connect me south to my final destination.
I was in the military, and since it was a weekend trip I wore my service dress blue uniform throughout the flight. By the time I arrived at the gate, the airline was already boarding passengers. I knew I was supposed to be among the last ones to board since my ticket was for the front of the plane; seat 1A to be exact. There wasn't a line to board, so I handed over my ticket and walked down the corridor to the plane.
A stunningly attractive blonde stood by the hatch of the jet and when she saw my uniformed figure approaching, her eyes beamed. I smiled as I stepped into the plane and heard her audibly exhale as I walked past her. The airplane was an Embraer 145 regional jet. It had little more than twenty rows, and the aisles had one seat, the A seat, on the port side, and two seats, D and F, on the starboard side. All of the overhead bins were on the starboard side, so I reached across the aisle and placed my carryon bag into the bin, topping it with my cover. I removed my navy blue blazer and folded it, setting it next to my carry on. My uniform now looked like a male flight attendant's, and on the flight before this one, I was confused for one as I waited for the lavatory.
I took my seat in 1A. Seats 1A and 2A did not have an accompanying D and F seat across the aisle since the jet was designed to have a galley in those rows. I specifically chose the single seat because I viewed myself as a solitary person, and also because I only had that one carryon bag, so I could be the first off the airplane when it landed. I sat down and fastened my seatbelt, and like every other flight, I started to nod off.
The departure time finally came around and the overhead announcement was made by the blonde flight attendant. It was soft, but slightly high-pitched and squeaky. She looked like an all-American Midwestern gal, probably no older than twenty-five. Her blonde hair was shiny and well-maintained, curling at the tips as it rested on her shoulders. Her hazel eyes, although peering throughout the cabin of the plane, frequently made contact with mine as my attention was drawn to her pre-flight announcements. She had a sweet heart-shaped face and a gorgeous perfect smile, accented by thin lips tinted a light rosy color. Her navy blue jacket was still on since the door was open to the thirty-degree Philadelphia weather outside, but I could see her knees ever so slightly tremble under the thin black pantyhose as the breeze snuck up her skirt. Her sexy scratchy voice instructed the passengers to take their seats and buckle up.
The maintenance inspector from the Philadelphia International Airport poked his head through the door and told her that the plane was good to go. She smiled and secured the hatch after him. She turned around and spoke to the pilot and co-pilot before closing the cockpit door behind her. She removed her jacket and hung it up in the staff cabinet behind the cockpit door. The flight attendant's blouse was crisp and white, but no more transparent than tissue paper. The outline of her white polyester bra screamed through the fabric as her nipples protruded from the brisk air. I could make out goose bumps on her arms as the gusts of cold air subsided in the cockpit entrance area.
The bonging alarms for the "Fasten seatbelts" and "Turn off Electronic Devices" lights appeared on everyone's overhead, and that cued the sexy blonde flight attendant to begin taxi instructions. The flight was fairly empty; only about a dozen or so people filled the 59 available seats, and most of them were already nodding off again since they too were transferring over from an earlier red-eye flight. Nevertheless, the flight attendant was required to give the instructions.
She picked up the intercom phone and began. "Thank you for flying Express Airlines; I am your flight attendant, Nicole. The main doors have been closed, so please stow all carryon baggage in the overhead compartments or completely under the seat in front of you." Nicole stepped into the galley of the Embraer jet and pressed the play button of the pre-recorded flight instructions. The stock announcement sounded in the speakers as Nicole grabbed the props from the storage cabinets in the galley.
I've heard these pre-flight announcements hundreds of times before. I could probably recite it or lip-sync it as they play, so as usual I started to doze off again. There was slight difficulty however, since Nicole's tight ass was literally inches from my face as she stood to display the props. I opened my eye and spied the luscious curve of her buttock outlining her pinstriped blue skirt. As the announcement continued to play, she lifted the prop up to show the inattentive passengers. First was the seatbelt. As her arms rose, I could spy the bare flesh of her armpit through the opening of her sleeve. When her arms moved around to demonstrate the proper use of the buckle, it waved her sweet succulent scent towards my nostrils.
My uniform pants didn't leave much room for a bulge, and the pheromones that escaped her body toyed with my senses. She placed the seatbelt back in the storage cabinet and grabbed the oxygen mask. Nicole lifted her arm again to place the strap behind her head, and I caught another quick glance through her blouse, this time seeing the shoulder strap of her bra and a healthy portion of her upper chest. She breathed in through the mask and her perky breasts rose. I could tell her nipples were still hard from being exposed to the icy weather by the hatch.
The plane started to move backwards as it was pushed by the truck. The sudden change in motion caused Nicole to slightly lose balance and her butt grazed my shoulder. I looked up in surprise, although the smirk concealed a look of content. She smiled apologetically, and with her fingertips, touched the part of my shoulder where she bumped. The plane started to move forward on its own power. By then, the taxi announcements were over and Nicole had replaced all of the airplane props back into the galley cabinets. She walked down the aisle to make sure all the seats were upright and the tray tables were secured. Everyone was asleep already. It didn't take much after the monotonous droning of the recording, and the even-lower droning of the co-pilot muttering on and on about the flight information.
The jet taxied over to runway 9-L and waited in line. "Ladies and gentlemen," the pilot announced to a deaf crowd, "we are now third in line for take-off. Nicole, take your seat please." The blonde returned to the front and she stood in the cockpit entryway. I stared her firm toned legs down and she suddenly knelt slightly, bulging her ass towards me as she opened the stowed away flight attendant's seat.
Nicole turned around and sat. She was facing me, no more than three feet away. I quickly eyed her figure from head to foot and noticed that she, too, was checking me out. She was another girl who fell for the uniform, it appeared, because her eyes couldn't be pried from me with a crowbar. Normally, I noticed, girls who wore skirts had a tendency to cross their legs to maintain ladylike innocence. Nicole sat directly in front of me with her legs parted slightly. More or less, it was a subconscious invitation. She fastened her seatbelt, but her hand never left the buckle. I looked down through squinting eyes, because I pretended to be sleeping, and I noticed her fingers slightly pulsating over her lap. I heard a faint giggle as she must have seen my eyebrow rise upon noticing her rubbing herself nonchalantly. My eyes opened and I stared into hers. They were hungry.
The jet accelerated down the runway, and since she faced backwards, she had no brace to hold her from leaning forward. Her face grew closer to mine and she smiled. I heard a purr escape the back of her throat, and she gave me a seductive wink. When the jet leveled off at the right altitude, she reached over to the intercom phone and made an announcement. "Ladies and gentlemen, the use of portable electronic devices is now authorized. Cellular phones and two-way pagers must remain off throughout the duration of the flight. Since this is short flight of only twenty minutes, beverage service will be by request only. Please sit back and relax and enjoy your flight." She hung up the phone, peered down the aisle and noticed everyone still snoring peacefully.
Nicole stood up and proceeded down the aisle and made sure, and when she returned, she stopped at the galley directly next to me. She bent forward to whisper to me. As I felt her presence, I quickly turned my head and found myself peering down her blouse at her cleavage. I caught myself and politely looked up at her eyes. "Hey, sailor," she purred. Nicole must have noticed the bulge in my uniform pants. "Apparently you weren't listening to me when I gave my flight instructions." She reached for my seatbelt and lifted the buckle. As the seatbelt slid away, there was less restriction on the bulge in my pants. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to tell you again." Her hand cupped into mine and she lifted me from my seat, pulling me into the galley with her.
Her agile hand yanked on the Velcro strap that held the galley curtain open and she tugged the curtain closed. "I'm sorry, miss. I paid full attention to you." I noticed the youth of her age, and recalled the nervousness of her voice when she gave her announcements. "How many flights have you been on? You must be new."
Nicole smiled. "This is my first week as an attendant. It gets rather repetitive doing this puddle-jump all the time. If I'm supposed to have fun on the job, I better improve my technique." Having just recovered from a five-hour red-eye flight, I guess it could be said that I had the equivalent of morning-wood by the time I got to this connecting flight. As soon as Nicole attracted my attention with her seductive cooing, the morning-wood never went away. If there was such thing as a female equivalent to morning-wood, Nicole must have had it, because the only thing on her mind was my cock.
Her hands clutched the back of my head and she crushed her lips to mine, drawing from me as she purred. I graciously offered my tongue and she stroked it firmly with the tip of hers. Her mouth and breath were sweet, and I traced her gums with the tip of my tongue as my lips latched onto hers, drawing from her with forceful suction. I could feel her foot slip out of her shoe and slide up my calf as her arms wrapped around me to push me firmly against her. I could see her tissue-thin blouse vibrating rigorously as her heart raced in anticipation. Eager hands pressed against my lower back as the protuberance in my pants applied firm friction against her crotch.
