Christa and I shared a light breakfast of fruit, yogurt and juice before heading out to the terminal. I'd slept hard after I'd gotten to sleep so I felt refreshed and curious as to what Alisa would say. I found myself wondering what her body looked like underneath that uniform. Would her pussy be covered with the same frosty blonde strands as her head or did the collar not match the cuffs? Did she like to be eaten or rimmed? Licked, sucked, bitten? Did she like her nipples pulled or twisted? So many questions ran through my mind that I'd tuned out Christa and she wasn't very happy about that.
"Hey!" She smacked me in the arm and I jerked awake. "Where the fuck are you?"
"Sorry, just daydreaming."
"Day or
night
dreaming?" She gave me a playful poke and handed the clipboard to me. "You haven't stopped smiling all morning. Who was she?"
"Must've been a figment of my imagination because she was too good for words."
"Wow, I never heard you say that before."
"I never felt this way before."
"Ooo! Tawnya's in love."
"Can it, Christa. I can't be in love after one fuck." I finished reloading the beverage cart and stowed it in its space. "Besides, I've never been in love and I doubt this chick is interested in a repeat performance."
"Good morning, ladies." Captain Gudmundsdottir stepped aboard, toting her aluminum briefcase. "Looks like a fine day to fly."