Being an airline stewardess has its advantages, you get to travel to exotic new places, help people, and...(best of all) pick up on some of the foxiest ladies anywhere in the world. I thought to myself as I gazed at my pretty young co-worker.
Sarah Richardson certainly fit that description. She was a short, shapely and well-endowed brunette--quite a delectable sight, Nancy mused as they served dinner to the passengers. I loved the way Sarah's tight, dark navy skirt hugged the smooth, pear-shaped curves of her ass when she bent down to ask a passenger's meal preference. And I knew she was not the only person on the plane to notice the way Sarah's full breasts filled the white blouse of her uniform. Quite a few men--and some women--did a double take when the pretty young brunette walked down the isle.
"But she's mine," I said to myself with conviction. We had already agreed to share a room together once we reached our stay-over in Chicago. I was sure Sarah didn't expect anything besides a little economy, but I was determined to give her much more for her money's worth.
I had a lot to give. An attractive 5'5", 36-24-34, with long wavy brown hair, I was just as enticing as her co-worker. But my hips, which men dreamed about as I sashayed down the isle, were reserved for a woman's touch only. I was a high-flying lesbian, and proud of it.
It was snowing fiercely as we flew into Chicago--we barely got clearance to land. Once on the ground, the captain announced that no flights would be leaving the airport for at least a day, or maybe longer. The passengers groaned, but I was thrilled. All the more time now to make my move on Sarah!
"Looks like we'll have a chance to get to know each other better," I said to my co-worker with a smile as we gave the cabin one last check-over before deplaning.
"I guess we might as well do a little partying," Sarah replied happily. "No reason to worry about flying with a hangover tomorrow!"
I was glad my young friend was excited about the prospect of some fun time off. I was determined not to spoil the mood by wasting any more time in the airport. After a quick goodbye to the captain and co-pilot, we grabbed a cab, which laboured through the blinding snowstorm to our hotel.
"Not really a good night to go out," I said, trying to not to sound as thrilled as I was at the way things were turning out for me. "Maybe we should just take a bottle of champagne up to our room after dinner and have our own little party."
"Sounds fine to me," Sarah said innocently. I couldn't be sure whether Sarah had any clue to my intentions, but I wasn't going to argue with good luck!
After checking in, we had a drink in the bar and waited for a dinner table to open up. As the liquor flowed, our small talk gave way to a great conversation that continued over dinner. And when the dessert dinner drinks were poured, our happy dialogue continued until the restaurant was virtually empty.
"Looks like we put this place to bed!" Sarah said a bit sheepishly.
"I guess it's about time we thought about bed ourselves," replied Nancy.
"Don't forget the bottle of champagne you promised!"
