Kristi's back, for more fun with Sam, but this time she is the one who gets the big surprise. It's another attempt for me to practice writing from a male perspective, so any critiques from readers will be greatly appreciated. I hope you enjoy it!
Once more, I was teamed with Kristi on a trip with no schedule that we could plan on. The other pilot was an old guy, who was nice enough, but he just wasn't much fun. Fortunately, he was a manager with lots of responsibilities, so he spent most of his free time working in his hotel room. That left Kristi and me with lots of time to "interact."
I'd flown a few trips with Kristi since that memorable night of depravity with Jason and her. Her behaviour on these subsequent trips was testament to the genuinely sincere, considerate nature of the gal. Knowing that I was a happily, no, exuberantly happily, married man, she left that fantastic night of sex back in the hotel room where it belonged, and never once mentioned it again, in words or actions. She continued to flirt, of course: that was stamped in her genes. Thank god! And, for me, the backdrop of my scene with her and Jason, loosened me up to flirt right back at her. We'd had our sex fix with each other, so that now we could just play with our lusts. That was the way it seemed to me, anyhow.
After a few days of "sitting", we finally got to fly to someplace new. A big city, even. Wow! Finally back in civilization, with no guess as to how long we might get to enjoy it, Kristi and I were deadset to make the most of it. We found a great restaurant within walking distance, right after checking-in to the hotel. The other pilot wanted an early night, and he chose to eat at the hotel, so we left him there and headed out. We had a bit too much wine with the meal, so we left there on foot to walk it off. We'd been told to walk towards the center of town, and as we did, we heard music. A few more blocks passed before we saw the people and the bands. It was a big street party, and we rolled right into it. A great summer night, a young,hot, sexy chick on my arm, and lots of dancing, crazy people, made it a wild, intoxicating party.
The next day, I got the word that we'd be staying at least a couple more days here. I was overjoyed and told the others.
"You going to breakfast?" I invited Kristi, as I gave her the news.
"Are you crazy? Why the fuck did you have to call me so goddamned early?" I could easily imagine her eyes clamped shut with sleep and frowning face. It made me smile.
"Ah.....it's 10:30 Kristi."
"It is????" I could imagine her fumbling around to look for a clock. "Shit"
"I guess that means you're skipping breakfast?" I teased.
"Hey look.....could you just bring me some coffee? Some good coffee, and real cream. Not this shit in the room stuff. Hot? Okay? Please?"
"Sure....sure."
The phone went dead.
I wasn't exactly feeling peachy either, but the idea of how much Kristi was suffering right now, made me smile. I went down and had a leisurely breakfast,and then got a thermal jug of coffee to go.
"Who's there?"
The groggy voice surprised me after only the third attempt to wake her up. I hadn't knocked too loudly, so I wouldn't disturb others in their rooms.
"Coffee, remember?"
There were several clicks on the other side of the door before it cracked open far enough to show Kristi's sad, sleepy face.
"Thanks," she said, with both eyes still mostly closed. "wanna come in?"
I was shocked. No way would any women invite a guy in her room when she looked as bad as Kristi did right then. It made me realize again how different she was from every other woman, and especially every other flight attendant, I'd ever known.
I smiled my surprise. "No no....I gotta go"
"Go jerk off?" Even dead tired and hung over, Kristi never gave up the game.
I laughed..........and as I did, she opened the door further. My eyes went straight to her chest. The hotel's white terrycloth robe hung on her like a tent, drooping all the way to the floor. But she wore it falling off her shoulders, with the rope looped but not fastened. As a result, it hung open at the front, revealing a teddy-bear negligee that was almost sheer. She made no attempt to cover up.
"Are you sure?" she questioning dryly, actually able to throw a suggestive smile now.
I just laughed my response again, as I turned and headed for the elevator.
"Mmmmm........nice butt," she hissed, watching me go.
I spent that day doing a little work in my room, and getting some exercise in the weight room and pool. I had a great appetite by the time 7 pm rolled around. When I got to the lobby to meet Kristi as planned, I was surprised not to see her anywhere. But then, after looking a little harder, I realized that the girl in the hat, jeans and t-shirt was my associate.
"Kristi...." I called quietly as I came up behind her.
The woman whirled around.
"You found me."
"Well, it wasn't easy," I admitted, looking her up and down.
A red baseball cap was pulled down tightly over her forehead, with her long, mostly tangled mane streaking out through the hole in the back. Her eyes were impossible to see, unless she looked up to me, and they were definitely fixed up with the miracles of cosmetics. The colour of her cheeks was fake too.
"Ah......would you rather stay here and eat?" I didn't know how to put it gently to her, that maybe she didn't look her best. She did, however, smell delightful: I decided that she'd tried the hotel's fruity skin lotion.
"What? Just because I look like a badass motorcycle momma who's been riding for hours after a night of binge drinking? You got a problem with that?"
I took that as an excuse to look her up and down again. God, even without big tits that plain white t-shirt was anything but boring, and those jeans had to be painted on.
I laughed, because I knew she was laughing behind those twinkling, but tired, eyes.
"C',mon let's go...........mmmmmm yummmy," she chirped, slapping my butt.
As we walked, it became apparent that Kristi was much more awake than she had appeared to be. Since she'd basically slept all day, she was ready for another night of fun. I was only interested in eating and getting a good night's sleep....until we entered our restaurant of choice. When we walked in, several people turned to look at us. In a way, I wasn't surprised, because we were similarly dressed, but physical extremes with my tall, lean older frame contrasting with Kristi's young, short curvaceous bod.
"As long as somebody's looking, we'd better give them something to see, huh?" she joked, running a hand up inside my t-shirt.
"So I guess I should do the same to you then?"
