It was snowing in Chicago. Actually, it was a downright blizzard. All traffic in and out of the airport had been suspended indefinitely. So basically that meant I was stuck working late until it was safe enough to clear out the passengers (after what happened last time, we'd just coughed up the money and put everyone in hotels).
At least I had Colleen helping me, so things weren't too bad. I was actually still in training, so I was grateful for that fact. I was also shocked when they had sent me over here to Midway instead of doing it at my home airport. I was even more shocked when I found that Colleen still worked there, and that she was to be in charge of my training.
So obviously, the first thing I got out of the way was all the "I saw you on that reality TV show; you were awesome" crap. She just smiled and took it quite well; I'd imagine that she got fed shit like that all day. Of course, I'd never told her about the stupid pointless crush I had on her; I had tried that before on previous jobs and it had never worked out well.
Anyways, so we were stuck in the gate area. I was sitting on the floor behind the podium, blankly watching the people that were starting to pass out on the floor in front of me; Colleen was in charge of fending off the occasional passenger that came up to bitch that they weren't allowed to go outside yet (we were informed that it was just snowing too hard to subject anyone to it).
Lost in thought, I idly stared up at my supervisor. Colleen, who looked to be in her mid-forties, was a few inches shorter than my 5'9" and maybe a few pounds heavier. I didn't think anyone could make an airline uniform look quite so good: khaki pants; a white button-down dress shirt which she seemed to fill out nicely; and a navy sweater-vest kind of thing over the shirt. Her blonde hair was pulled up in a giant clip but a few strands had fallen out of the back and barely touched the collar of the sweater.
"Not bad," I thought, and a tingle ran down my spine. I didn't think I looked bad myself either: I only weighed around 180 lbs, and my shorter dyed red hair complimented my blue eyes.
Eventually another supervisor and an employee came up to the gate. "We're still going to be stuck here for a few hours," one of them said, "so we were told to send you guys on your 1-hour breaks."
"Cool," I said, standing up and stretching.
"Hang on, I'll come with you," Colleen said. "I don't want you getting ambushed."
The other supervisor leaned over to Colleen and said, "There's an empty plane over at C5... we cleared all the passengers out of that area, so if you guys want quiet for a few minutes..."
"Sounds good to me," she said. "What about you?" she asked me, smiling.
"Sure... why not?"
We went and punched out for break, then headed over to the C terminal as quick as we could. There was, as promised, nobody over at C5, aside from a lone flight attendant stuck watching the jetway. "Break?" she asked us.
"Damn straight."
Colleen laughed at me as I literally ran down the jetway and onto the plane. "Finally... I am so freaking stressed out right now," I sighed, plopping down into a seat near the back of the plane.
She looked at me sympathetically. "It'll get better," she said. "Most days are nothing like this."
"I hope so."
I hit the button to recline the seat, pulled the armrest up so I didn't whack myself on it, and stretched again. "I shouldn't have sat on the floor for that long... my back is killing me," I grumbled.
Colleen sat down next to me. "Here, turn towards the window," she instructed me. I did as she told and was surprised when I felt her hands on my shoulders. "Standing all day would do this anyways," she said while massaging my shoulder blades. "It's another thing that happens a lot here."
Oh, she was actually touching me. I really tried to keep as quiet as I could, but just the simple action of her rubbing my shoulders was starting to turn me on. I stifled a groan as she moved lower down my back. Eventually I couldn't take any more and pulled away a little.
"Thanks, that feels a lot better." Colleen took her hands off my back; I sat back up straight. "You're welcome," she said, giving me a quizzical look. Great, she must have noticed the slightly glazed look in my eyes. I looked down, blushed, and stared out the window at the snow for a minute.
"I'm not stupid, you know," she eventually said in a low voice; I felt a hand on my knee.
"I'm sorry, what?" I turned back to face her.
Colleen had a strange grin on her face. "Slide closer to the window," she said. I did and she followed, hand still in the same spot it was before.
She leaned really close to me and whispered, "I know how you feel. I can see it from a mile away."
"Really? I'm sorry," I said, and tried to get up.
"No. Wait," she said, pushing me back down.
I stared at her, confused.
"Why didn't you say anything before?" Colleen muttered, slowly sliding her hand farther up my leg.
"I thought...."
"Don't you know the saying not to judge a book by its cover?" She slid her right arm around me, and with her left hand, traced a finger up the inside of my thigh. "How else would you find out that I like to switch sides every once in a while?"
Holy crap, she was bisexual. "I really had no idea," I said, managing to smile at her.
Colleen smiled back at me. "Let me show you what you've been missing," she whispered huskily. Her brown eyes stared deeply into mine for a moment; she then softly kissed me.
