I'd been working as an airhostess for while when I met you. I was blonde and slim with a great figure so had attracted plenty of attention up to that point. But one day all that paled into comparison.
You were going on a lads weekend away with your mates and ended up on my flight. As you entered the plane you and your mates were eyeing up the airhostesses and you squeezed past me with a cheeky wink. I was used to gettting male attention but the glint in your eye gave me something to think about as we got ready for take off.
It must have been fate that put your seat right in front of me as I began the emergency procedures presentation. I was glad I'd taken extra care with my appearance that day as I could feel your eyes roaming all over my body. The uniform wasn't particularly practical - a tight fitting dress with a short skirt and a low cut bodice but the powers that be chose them as the airline got more male passengers coming to ogle at us!
I felt the electricity of your stare and my breasts started to tingle and push against the tight dress as I pointed to the exit doors to the side. You weren't the only one to have noticed my arousal and I could hear your mates nudge each other and snigger. There was even talk about a bet to see who could get me into the toilets first.
We took our seats as the plane took off but I couldn't get you out of my head. I had come across plenty of guys but there was something different about you.
It was time to bring the drinks trolly round and I made sure you got a great view of my cleavage every time I bent over to serve a passenger. Finally it was your turn and after ordering a beer I asked if there was anything else you needed. Your reply was "yeah, I need to fuck you as soon as possible."