Book 1.
Chapter 1.
As I boarded the overnight flight for San Francisco, my mind went back to the good old days when I used to work as a flight attendant for 'Trans-World', before I took up writing full time. I wondered if I would see any of the old crew that I used to know.
I kind of missed the action, but did okay in my new field, and it's surprising, how some people are fascinated by writers of porn fiction. I have found that eroticism is a very powerful bond between complete strangers, specially if they are lesbians, which is my own sexual preference. As I made my way to my window seat in the back row of the airplane, I saw two young women, sitting across the aisle looking at me, and one nudged the other, and started to whisper in her ear.
Smiling at them, I took my seat, and much to my relief, the aisle seat next to me stayed empty until the doors were closed. After take-off, I un-strapped my seat belt, and then settled back, thinking about a new story of mine that was in the womb, so to speak, but refused to be born, when one of the young women un-strapped her seat-belt, and came over and started talking to me.
"Excuse me, you're Chelsy Davis, aren't you?" she said as she sat on the edge of the empty seat next to me.
She was wearing baggy shorts, and a loose t-shirt, that couldn't hide her rather impressive breasts. Obviously she wasn't wearing a bra., and her nipples thrust out at the fabric like little tongues.
She was quite lovely I thought, with a lurch at my heart, as I looked at her face, taking in her sensual mouth and her soft flawless skin, her big grey eyes and long blonde hair.
"Yes, that's me." I replied with a warm smile, as my eyes checked the rest of her out ... her legs were fabulous.
Gesturing to her companion, she said: "My friend and I love your stories.... we act them out quite often." and she smiled warmly and suggestively at me.
I looked over at her friend... she was similarly attired and similarly gorgeous. They couldn't have been much more than twenty-three, just out of college, and just for a second or two, I yearned for my youth again. Suddenly the idle thought crossed my mind, that if I could, I would love to seduce them both, and my pussy twitched gently at fondly remembered similar situations.
'Hah... you dirty old slut!' I said to myself, smiling, as my thoughts took flight. The 777 airplane has a supply room located behind the main galley, that is hardly ever used during a continental flight. I've used it often, when there had been someone I knew 'stewing'.
In my time, there was no 777, just 727's, and I had to use the regular washrooms for my little pleasures. Mind you, I did pretty good.... but they are cramped!
I wondered if I could get these two in the supply room, not sure if I could swing it, I hadn't seen anyone I knew in the crew, so far. I always wore my old lapel 'wings' from 'Trans-World' for just such an occasion. Then the young woman sitting next to me interrupted my thoughts, as my pussy twitched happily at the memories.
She asked softly: "Tell me... don't you get horny, when you're writing those sexy stories?"
She leaned over towards me, and now started tracing her finger on my dress over my nipple, which immediately hardened and stuck out, much to her delight. Like her, I never wore a bra. when I was flying as a passenger, much too uncomfortable.
I took a quick look around, checking to see if we could be seen by anyone except her companion across the aisle. I reached up to press her hand tightly to my breast.
I said breathlessly: "Yes I do, but not half as horny as you are making me right now!"
I smiled at her, as she openly started to fondle my nipple and breast, smiling back at me in her turn. Looking across the aisle, I saw her companion was watching us and our breast play, and her hand disappeared under her shorts.
Then I felt my new friend's other hand reach up under my dress, and without even thinking about it, I opened my legs wide, as her long fingers moved up the soft flesh of my inner thighs, and started feeling for my pussy.
Just then, I saw a male attendant coming up the aisle, and I realized that I knew him, it was good old Eric, and I caught his eye as he came towards us. We used to get on pretty good together, covering for each other at various times.... times such as this.
My heart.... and pussy..... sang!
Chapter 2.
I quickly disengaged my new friend's hands from me, and she caught on, and sat back in the seat. A big smile was on Eric's face as he came up to us, a smile which got broader as he looked at my companion's flushed face, he knew me of old!
"Chelsy!" he said happily, as he stood in the aisle next to us, obviously going to launch into a 'long-time-no-see' conversation, but I held up my hand and stopped him.
"Eric honey... later sweetie, okay?" and I gave him a big smile, and continued: "Is the supply room clear?" I asked him softly, with a big wink.
That stopped him cold, then he gave me the biggest grin, and without any hesitation at all, he reached into his vest pocket, and handed me the key.