So, this story all started a few months ago. The company I work for won a contract with a slightly larger company in Norway. Without going into the ins and outs of it, it meant I had to travel over to a small city in Western Norway every couple of weeks to make sure everything was running smoothly.
I like travel, and I like leggy blonde Scandinavian girls, so to be honest, this seemed to be a great deal. However, the only direct flights from my city were from the worst airport, situated a whole 2 hours away from my place. Great ...
The taxis all went to my expense account, but sometimes it felt like I was spending longer in the cab than at our client's HQ. Anyway, I also found out the route was run by a newish budget airline - which had no business class. This sweet deal seemed to be turning a little sour. So, over the next few months I flew over every couple of weeks, on a 50-75% full aircraft. The mainly Norwegian passengers were well stocked with duty free and tourist tat merchandise, I seemed to be the only business passenger most weeks. Others were dressed in ski jackets and jeans; I wore a business casual outfit to remain comfortable but also have extra options to wear for meetings.
After a few runs I got used to these flights. The food and drink offered was OK. It was far from brilliant, but I'd had worse on other airlines. I generally killed the 2 hr flight time with a novel on my Kindle but would also sometimes look up to admire the flight attendants. Now, it's not as glamorous as the 60s and Pan-Am anymore, but there are still plenty of hot young women lured to the glamour of the skies as a career option. Of course, there are plenty of well-groomed men on the flights too, along with a few middle-aged frumpy women. But there is an undeniable pool of talent at this particular airline.
Oh and yes - I do have a bit of a thing for the uniforms. I'd bought a rather flirty air hostess dress-up set for my ex one Valentine's day - she was pretty luke-warm about it. But there's just something about how it's smart and business-like, but also a bit provocative. The tight skirts clinging to the tight arses ... the tights or stockings ... the click-clack of the high heels ...
And then there are the tight, white blouses, sometimes giving a hint of the bra worn underneath ... damn it sent me crazy. And on this airline, the ladies also had those little scarves tied around their necks - I don't know why but these sent me wild too. And then obviously these ladies would make sure their make-up was always on point too. Ruby red lipstick, smoky eyes and sleek, well-kept hair. These ladies took care of themselves. So I would often admire their skirted arses as they sashayed down the aisle ...
Unless you've been living under a rock, you'll know all about COVID-19 and the effect it had on the world this year. Jobs lost, businesses closing, governments panicking and international travel coming to a virtual standstill.
However, I was still needed in Norway. My tickets were booked and ready, with a few days to go before I departed, I thought the airline would probably cancel the flight, and I'd have to get on with some reports working from home, which was the new norm.
However, on the morning of my flight I woke up bleary-eyed and checked my phone - the flight was still scheduled to go. Jesus - these budget airlines really don't give a fuck. I showered, brushed my teeth and threw on a pair of chinos, a nice shirt and a smart blazer, and called for the cab.
The roads leading to the airport were eerily quiet. Everyone who could was working from home, so I suppose this would be an obvious consequence. Pulling into the airport, I paid the driver, then jumped out and pulled on a now compulsory face-mask. Entering the terminal, I was met with more eery emptiness. God this was weird. I zoomed through the security process, then headed towards the coffee shop for the early morning pick-me-up I desperately needed.
Casting my eyes up at the departures board, I noted my gate number and headed straight for it - I didn't have much time to kill now. As I approached the gate, the chairs were empty. Staff were milling about but passengers seemed few and far between. The gate agent asked for my boarding pass and passport, then ushered me through to the gate. As I entered the plane's front doors, I was met by two stunning but very different flight attendants.
A leggy blonde of about 30 asked for boarding pass. Smiling, I looked down to see "Lotte" on her name badge. A second flight attendant beamed "Welcome onboard sir". She was arguably more gorgeous. A petite frame supported a decent bulge in her blouse. Black hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, which allowed me to see all her feminine facial features. The cute addition of "nerd" style glasses made this girl even sexier in my mind. I smiled back and thanked her, noticing her name badge sported the name Elena.
I walked down the aisle and noticed I was the first passenger onboard. However, I thought I should still find my assigned seat, so headed towards 10B. Unlatching the overhead locker sitting above row 10 another flight attendant greeted me.
"Good morning sir."
A mellifluous Irish dialect met my ears. Damn it I'm a sucker for an accent. Next, strawberry blonde hair and freckles met my eyes, matched with a short, curvy body.
"You're actually the only passenger on the flight this morning, would you like to sit in a row with extra leg-room?"
"Yeah, that would be great, thanks."
God, had I hit it lucky, a flight all to myself with these three sexy flight attendants. How were they making money from this flight? Niamh (those nametags came in handy) led me to the over-wing emergency exit row.
"Take your pick, sir. As this is such an empty flight, don't feel obligated to wear a face covering. If you don't mind, we won't either?"
I nodded my assent.
"If you need anything else, press the call button and me or my colleagues will help you out."
I admired her arse as she wandered up the aircraft to converse with Lotte and Elena. This would be an enjoyable flight. Before I knew it, the aircraft was taxiing towards the runway, and a fourth flight attendant appeared to participate in the safety demonstration. Standing only a couple of rows ahead of me, a stunning, sultry brunette mimed towards the emergency exits. The tight, navy blue skirt hugged her broad hips, and the blouse barely contained her heavy bust. Jesus, this would be the best flight ever! She joined her colleagues and shared a few inaudible sentences with them, before they all burst into girlish, tittering giggles.
These four beauties all took their seats and strapped themselves in for take-off. I had settled in next to the window, stretching my legs out with all the extra room I usually wasn't afforded. It wasn't long before we reached cruising altitude and the seat-belt sign was switched off. Unbuckling, I took out my Kindle and began to read. Just as I was getting into the story, I heard that beautiful sound of high heels against the floor approaching me from behind. It was the beautiful blonde Lotte. In heels she must have been over six foot.
"Hello sir."
She folded her long slender limbs into the aisle seat, and gracefully crossed her legs.
"So this is a bit funny. My colleague Elena, you know the girl in the glasses?"
I nodded, whilst looking over to her.
"Well," Lotte continued in flawless English, "the thing is she's a little bit shy - and well ... she thinks you're hot."
I smirked, feigning incredulity.
Lotte went on, "She's just too shy to come and talk to you, she only just qualified, she doesn't know how to get what she wants yet! So we told her to come and chat to you, ask for your number. She's just too shy! So I've agreed to ask for her ... So, um, can she have your number?"
"She's a cute little thing," I responded. "I hope you girls aren't corrupting her!"
Sharing a laugh with Lotte I reached into my wallet and took out my card to hand over.
"The thing is," I continued, "I suppose you ladies won't be very busy today with only one passenger, and we've got plenty of peace and quiet here. And I think the altitude adds a sort of romance. Why don't you bring her over here and we'll have a little date right now!"
Lotte's eyes lit up.
"Great idea! I'll get out the prosecco ... just a moment, I'll go and fetch her."
Lotte sauntered away to the back of the aircraft. I heard some giggles followed by some reluctant whispers. The other girls were then desperately whispering to coax her down.
Suddenly, Lotte appeared with the pretty, black haired Elena.
"Sir, this is Elena. Elena, this is ...?"
"Matt, nice to meet you Elena".
I rose and kissed her on both cheeks, I got a whiff of her sweet perfume and gestured for her to sit next to me.
"It's lovely to meet you Matt," she smiled shyly.
