Hi again. It's been a while since I last posted a story here, and for good reason. My stories here are a fair bit longer than the non-erotic stories I write elsewhere, largely owing to the sex scene. Also, a lot of things have changed since I last posted here -- I finished college, got a job, planned a trip to Singapore, etc. Anyway, I have some time now, so I'll try to update my pending story, as well as post some new ones.
About this one, it's still a little story intensive. There is sex, but that might not entirely be the focus of this story. And I might continue this as a collection of one-shots based on the protagonist's experiences; you'll understand exactly in what context by the end. Let me know if I should go through with it in a comment. I really appreciate those.
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Layla set aside the empty tray of food on the cart as she rejoined her best friend and fellow air hostess -- Edie, at the back of the flight. Layla pulled her aside and ushered her into the corner.
"I think I'm going to do it." She said excitedly.
"Layla, what? What do you mean you're going to do it?" Edie questioned, perplexed at her friend's surprising admission.
"I'm going to fuck the co-pilot when we land in Rome." Layla announced. When Edie's expression didn't change, she explained. "He's been giving me the eyes ever since he saw me at the gate, and he takes every opportunity to call me into the cockpit even though I have nothing to do there. He's definitely into me, and I'm going to fuck him when we land."
"Layla, no; you do not want to jeopardize your job for lousy fuck. It's not worth it." Edie asserted.
"E, have you seen that body?! How do you think it's possible that he can have that good of a body, and not be a good fuck? Besides, this always happens in our line of work. You wouldn't believe the number of times Vivian and Marissa come back after flights, and brag about their supposedly amazing fucks with the pilots and passengers."
"Are you actually using Vivian's word to justify something? Nothing that leaves that bitch's mouth is ever true." Edie reasoned.
"And Marissa's word. Vivian might be a lying bitch, but you can trust Marissa." Layla countered. "Besides, even Aunt Rosie said the same thing when I last talked to her, and she was an air hostess until the make-up artist could no longer hide the wrinkles on her face."
"How old is she again?"
"She's nearly a decade older than mum. Yeah, my grandparents really didn't plan to have mum; she's still kind of cross about that." Layla added. "But really, that isn't the point of this discussion. I have it on good authority that it's fine to fuck the co-pilot, so I'm going to go do that when we land in Rome."
Before Edie could say anything more, Layla pushed the food cart back into the aisle with a huge smile plastered on her face. Edie had no doubt that she was just using the cart as an excuse to get to the front of the plane without upsetting the chief airhostess.
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The girls weren't the best of friends back in high school, where they first met. They had run in completely different circles -- Layla in the cheer squad, and Edie on the soccer team; it hadn't been until they met each other again, at the airhostess training camp that they started to grow together as friends. Because of that, they had very different experiences when it came to relationships and sex -- Layla, in no uncertain terms, had been wildly promiscuous as a teenager; while Edie had mostly stuck to practice and video games.
Truthfully, Edie had to thank her genes for getting her into this business; because until her career-ending accident near the end of high school, she had put absolutely no effort into her beauty or the career of an airhostess. She was lean and tall like both of her parents, and soccer practice had contributed a lot to her tight abs and perpetually tanned skin. Her hair -- a dark black, now devoid of the red streak it had gained in her post-accident rebellious phase. Layla always claimed that she would've become a fitness model if she was as tall and as fit as Edie was, but the raven-haired girl always brushed her blonde-haired friend off.
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Edie strolled down the darkened aisle of the flight; they had been flying for nearly six hours now, and most of the people were asleep as it was dark outside. The flight took nearly eight and half hours to reach, so they didn't have to wait for much longer before they landed. Once there, Edie, Layla, and some of the others had a night in Rome before they had to fly back the following afternoon.
Walking past the sleeping passengers in the economy seating area, Edie reached the first-class seats. She was surprised to find someone still awake reading a book -- a woman in a business suit. The woman looked a little older than Edie, possibly in her late 20s or early 30s; with brown hair pulled up in a bun, and clad in a dark black suit and matching trousers.
When Edie walked by, the woman waved at her, motioning for Edie to approach her. She was seated by the window and surprisingly, the seat next to her seemed empty.
"Yes, may I help you?" Edie asked in the familiar courteous and dignified tone.
"Oh, it's nothing. Come on, have a seat." The woman patted the empty seat next to her.
Surprised at the odd request, Edie quietly allowed the woman to pull her down into the seat.
"I presume everyone must be sleeping, you shouldn't have too much work at the moment. Don't worry, if anyone asks, I'll tell them you were assisting me with something." The woman reassured.
Finally, Edie managed to break out of her reverie and speak intelligible words out of her mouth. "I-Is there something I can help you with, ma'am?"
"Oh, call me Madeline. And no, not really; I'm just a little bored -- six hours in a flight tends to do that to a person." Madeline explained.
"We have a collection of movies on-" Edie started, but she was immediately cut off.
"I've already seen all of them, love. I've been flying thrice a week with you guys for the past seven months; I know exactly how frequently you update your movie playlist."
"Your book-"
"That's the sixth time I'm reading it from cover to cover."
"Then can I offer you something to drink?" Edie asked.
"I've already had a few drinks on this flight. Any more and I'll wake up with a hangover during my meeting tomorrow morning -- no thank you, love; but you're wonderful for offering." Madeline placed her hand on Edie's, causing the younger woman to blush. "What I really want is someone to talk to, can you help me with that?"
"I-I..." Edie turned around and scoured the aisle for any passengers who may require assistance. When she found none, she turned back to Madeline. "I think I can... Madeline."
Madeline smiled at the sound of her name coming from Edie's lips. Edie inexplicably felt herself blush at that -- something she had never felt before.
