Once upon a time, the word "stewardess" was synonymous with "sexy." For the airlines and the customers, that was definitely a good thing. As for the girls, they eventually moved on to more stable work or settle down. That is, until the AFA-CWA screwed it all to hell. Now you can expect your "flight attendants" to be in their late forties or even fifties, wider in the hips than the carts they push, bitter from a life of serving TV dinners to cramped passengers, and then cleaning up the crumbs behind them.
Let's go back in time. The spring of 1979, and a special time in the life of one man. A male flight attendant.
He was just a man. He didn't have chiseled features or a body builder physique. Lewis Hart looked fairly average, at least, to other men. Nothing wrong with him, anyway. He had good teeth and dark, wavy hair. His shoulders were on the broad side, his hands were neither big nor small.
Women saw something else, however. They saw a desirable young man with the gleam of wit in his eye. To them, he was both approachable and too good to pass up. Maybe it was his flight attendant's uniform, but they would often fall for him on sight, daring to introduce themselves out of the blue if he ever stopped for a moment at the airport to buy a newspaper. When he waited on passengers, women would wait until he asked them if they wanted peanuts before asking his name. He fought to get through a pass down his aisle without being chatted up or handed a napkin with a phone number.
Lewis would joke about it with one of his fellow flight attendants. For the past two years he had known a bombshell of a stewardess named Cassandra Jorgensen. The two were very chummy. Cassandra or "Cassie" was as intimidating as Lewis was approachable. Her face belonged on the cover of magazines, her body belonged in porn. In uniform, her long legs were typically sheathed in white stockings. Her blue skirt seemed promise easy access to a wealth of sensual treasures, and she had unusually large breasts under her flight attendant's blouse. Cassie's small, cute lips and nose complemented her lovely blue eyes. Her face was framed by long blonde bangs.
Lewis understood that she was not interested without ever having to ask. Besides their being co-workers, he never felt her hit on him the way other women did. She did however let on about the guys she was attracted to -- usually black athletes. Lewis gave Cassie her space, and kept it professional but friendly.
After a few flights together they began to brag about their exploits and the dates they had coming up. She would habitually ask him "Well, how many?" Meaning, how many women made a pass at you on this particular flight. His record claim was twenty one, but the truth was he always lost count and gave a rough estimate.
Cassandra kept a little mystery about her, regarding her love life. Lewis knew that she was single. Eventually he learned that between LA, New York and Tokyo, the blonde vixen had her hands full juggling lovers and friends. She was always invited to exclusive parties.
Leonora Walters was nineteen years of age and the newest member of the 747's crew. She was assigned to a different section of the plane than Cassie and Lewis, dealing exclusively with coach passengers. Lewis spotted her right away and admired her from down the aisle while she bent over to collect pillows and prepare for boarding.
Leonora was thin, but shapely. She had gorgeous features which seemed to be a mix of different races, with deeply tan skin and dark, curly hair with a funky blend of yellow and orange highlights. Her big brown eyes were a lovely almond shape. Each time she bent over, her skirt tightened around her heart-shaped ass, and Lewis could see it was framed by a visible panty-line. He waited for her to bend over just to catch a glimpse of her sexy upper thighs.
Leonora caught Lewis watching her and smiled at him. He nodded and offered a friendly wave, then headed over to the front of the plane without looking back.
Cassie was in the fore service station putting everything in place.
"Have you seen the new girl?" Lewis asked in a hushed voice.
"Hmm? Oh yes. What a doll. Why?"
"Well, I hate to be a jerk and all, but man is she fine. I mean," he tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, "She may be a co-worker but I bet she would be happy to get to know me."
Cassie stifled a laugh.
"What's so funny?"
Cassie said nothing, just shook her head and smiled.
"You know something. You talked to her?"
"Yes."
"And?"
"Let's just say she already has a date."
Although Cassie tried to be ambiguous, Lewis sensed the identity of the date immediately. It took him by surprise. Cassie never let on about being into women. Leonora, on the other hand, set his "gay-dar" off, just a bit though. His jaw dropped as the revelation sank in.
"Cassie, you?" Lewis couldn't believe it.
"I didn't say that," she protested.
"Oh, well I thought," Lewis paused, looking at the expression on the blonde's face. She was fighting to hide a grin. "No, it
is
you. You're--" he cut himself off, lowering his voice to a whisper, "a lesbian?"
"Bi," she replied, whispering. "Keep it a secret though. Hey, I've told you a few stories about some of my exploits. Remember three Knicks players in a limousine? Do you think I was making that stuff up?"
"Three of you and three girls, remember?"
"Those girls weren't that great. I was in the middle of the action, trust me. Three big black athletes. Mm!" she laughed.
"Heh, serves me right -- being white and not a jock."
"Aw, there there," Cassie mocked. "You'll do fine, I'm sure this plane will be loaded with chicks who want to get to know you better."
***
After a long flight, they arrived in the land of the Rising Sun. All of the crew were overdue for some sleep. Cassie walked up to Lewis.
"Did you get one?" she asked. "I saw you talking to one hottie up near the front for a while. I know you like big breasts," she added.
"She was married, kept trying to get away from her husband to talk to me."
"Trophy wife? She was in first class."
"Who cares, I'm not in the mood." After a pause, he tried to brighten up a bit and said "I saw you talking to the new girl though."
"Ooh, yeah." Cassie said. "I am so ready to get her back to the hotel."
"Did you find out if she was bisexual, by any chance?"
Cassie frowned. Leonora was new and interesting, but besides that she was just another fling. While she was not as emotionally tied to her as she was to her other lovers, Leonora also came without any of the baggage. She could be fun. Yet this was the closest she had ever seen Lewis to being smitten by a girl.
