Private Jet Lesbian Affair - Night Scenic Flight To Cherish!
Casandra never knew what hit her when she was invited on a City Limits Joy Flight for a Christmas Work Bonus.
'Oh My, I've never been on a private plane before, let alone even looked inside one!'
Casandra's boss Helena Ritchies, a top flight lawyer in a top flight city law firm doesn't let a good deed pass, or let a good paralegal be under-appreciated by any stretch. Casandra spent that whole afternoon tying up loose ends in the office and of course messaging her folks of the wonderful night that lay ahead.
'The blue dress, the black dress or the white one? The Dilemmas, My My My.' Minutes later... 'The limo is here...Already!?'
A thirty-five minute drive to the airport by Maxine the Company Driver. The Limo comes to a stop and sure enough we are almost right at the Learjet Steps. In a warm comforting voice Maxine turns to me,
"Have a splendid joy flight Casandra, the limo will be right here when you land."
In awe, "Wow, Thanks Maxine!"
I make my way up the steps, I turn and look inside and Helena Ritchies is standing right there in between the seats holding a glass of French Champagne for me. The turbines start and the captain closes the door. The Learjet Taxis it's way left, left, right, stops... we power up the runway... we have liftoff! I brace myself - not at all being used to this. Helena puts her reassuring hand on my knee,
"Casandra?" "Uh huh?" I answer.
"Take a look out the window,"
I look, and this is the awakening view, the eye full, the serenity of this gorgeous city we live and work! Right then and there I see something else too, I see Helena in a completely different light. Aside from the courtroom bulldog she is renowned for day after day in and around the office - I right now see someone different, someone soft yet strong and mature.
I feel safe around her. We drink more champagne and tease the finger food. I look out the window again and I see clearly the edge of the bay, bridges, ferries, and the pre-new years fireworks rehearsal over the harbour. I say over my shoulder,
"I'm so over the moon tonight - I appreciate this more than anything Miss Ritchies."
"We appreciate you Casandra, I appreciate you, your keen eye, your work ethics, your quick learning on the fly - hey, sweetheart, take a look out the other side now, speaking of the moon?"
I turn and glare at something I've never seen before with so much splendour of the night. The plane was slightly tilted up on the right as we gently pitch to the left. I keep gathering as much moon as possible and suddenly before I know it, as I lean and sway, I find myself up against Helena's breast. Owing to so many of the nice tasting champagne, I didn't instantly correct myself.