That first flight, fully qualified, was much the same as any other. A crying baby, a couple of complaints about food, one attempted grope and a bumpy landing. That just about sums it up.
But then Dubrovnik. Amy felt a surge of excitement as she disembarked and made her way through the busy airport. She and most of the other crew members had only an overnight bag so it was not long before they emerged to find the van that would take them to their hotel. Everyone was chatting and laughing on the short journey. She took no notice when the co-pilot put his hand on her shoulder and briefly touched her hair. With an itinerary already set up, she had no intention of spending the evening with her colleagues, so felt little concern about this unwanted attention.
The others seemed especially pleased that they would be staying in the Dubrovnik Hilton. This was apparently unusual and Amy could not understand why being at a Hilton would excite them. But when they arrived, she quickly appreciated that this was indeed quite a treat. The building itself, glowing white in the sunshine, was quite classical in design. More than that, it was just a stone throw from the old city walls. Amazing, she thought - I won't even need a cab.
As they checked in, John (the co-pilot) sidled up and put his arm around her waist. She promptly twisted away, but all he did was mutter 'Maybe later' and she heard a light chuckle as he turned to pick up his key. She realised now that he'd been right behind her throughout the check-in process and knew which room she was in. Hurrying away, she made it into the elevator, squashing in with a loud and rather over-sized family whose luggage told her they were from Texas.
Her room was pretty amazing too - tastefully furnished, with a large double bed and a well equipped bathroom. The best bit was the view -- looking left to the city walls and straight ahead a view out to the sea. But she didn't want to linger and rapidly stripped off her uniform and underwear to take a quick shower. The water felt good on her body, refreshing after the flight. She washed her hair, eliminating the smell of airline food. She went out to the bedroom wrapped in a towel, another around her head, and opened her bag to pull out the few clothes she had brought, a small make up bag and some toiletries. Back in the bathroom, she cleaned her teeth and applied mascara, some face cream and just a touch of lipstick. Her towel slipped and she let it drop: her breasts - perky rather than large - came into view. She liked her breasts. 34B seemed a good size, notable but not inconvenient. Seeing herself in the mirror, she admired her body, pleased that she kept so fit, that she never had to worry or feel embarrassed when she wore lighter clothes or ventured to the gym, the pool or the beach.
Glancing down, she remembered her decision a few months ago to shave off all her body hair. She wasn't quite sure why she had done it, certainly not for anyone else's benefit. No one else knew, no one else had seen. At the time she had found the process exciting, this new level of nudity had somehow felt daring. And when she finished, she had leant back against the wall in her shower and masturbated, a powerful orgasm leading her to crouch down as the water cascaded onto her back. Seeing herself now, that memory caused her momentarily to reach down, her fingers moving over her smooth, hairless mound and creeping between her legs. "No", she whispered to herself, "not now, not yet". Grabbing the hair dryer, she quickly made herself look good, thankful that her hair, while quite long, was so trouble-free. Dirty blond, framing her large blue eyes and full lips.
A pair of jeans, sandals, a T-shirt. White lacy underwear -- she liked the feel and the look, even though it was just for her. A small shoulder bag. Credit cards. Check: ready to go. She almost skipped out of the room and to the elevator, through the lobby and out to the heat of the late afternoon. As she walked down the steps to the sidewalk, she noticed a cat dozing on the wall beside her, lazily raising its head. For a moment, she stopped, spoke to it softly. The cat yawned, closed its eyes and promptly lay its head back down. What a life, thought Amy.
Dubrovnik was beautiful, everything she'd hoped for. The old buildings, winding streets, climbing up to look down on high to the sea. Then on to the harbour where she lingered for a while, imagining the history of this place, soaking up the atmosphere. Then the crowds started getting to her and she moved on, though everywhere now the streets were full as people came out to the bars and restaurants.
