As I wrapped my fingers around my suitcase and tapped my heels down the never-ending corridors, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the windows. I've been an air hostess for over ten years, but I still wore my uniform with pride as if it was my first day.
The dark, sleek pencil skirt rose up slightly above my knees and hugged me tightly around my waist. My blazer was always ironed to perfection and snug around my breasts, giving me a sweet hourglass figure. Then my own little twist, I parted my hair in the middle and pulled it back into a tight low bun to expose my neck and my latest necklace. Paired up with a set of earrings, mascara and dark red lipstick. Lastly, a pair of black heels bring the look together, making my legs look lean and toned.
I kept on marching down through the corridors, making my way through the chaos that airports thrived upon. You could see so many different emotions. Some passengers looking like they're going to burst with joy, others crying before leaving their loved ones, and others just looking utterly confused. Those confused faces are exactly what I wanted to avoid.
After spending a solid day tending to peoples needs and questions, I couldn't be arsed to spend another minute explaining anything. So I quickened my steps, pushed my head down and hoped for the best.
I was over the honeymoon phase of being a hostess, nowadays I had no intention of sightseeing or visiting the cities that I'd land in. Instead, I fell into a pretty cushy routine where I would check into the nearest airport hotel. Take a nice hot shower, have dinner at the hotel bar, order myself a glass of gin and head back up to my room to watch a movie.
A familiar voice drifted my way, "Hey Charlotte! Pleasure to see you again. I've booked you one of our best rooms as always. Here's your card" he chuckled.
"Thank you, Brian, you always treat me so well. I'll have to repay the favour someday." I said, smiling as I walked over to the elevator.
Brian was a handsome guy who worked at the reception desk. He had thick brown hair and a perfect jawline. His chest was buffed up a little, and his arms pressed against his suit. But he wasn't really my type. I liked my plus ones a bit more feminine. Curvy around the hips, long hair, and plump lips. I was attracted to girls. Femme lesbians to be more specific, but it seemed like Brian didn't really catch my vibe. In his defense, I never brought it up, and I didn't have any pictures on my social media that would hint that either.
I've had a few girlfriends over the past years, but never anything serious. Between my travels and my sturdy personality, it was quite hard to maintain a good connection with anyone. And now at 35 years, I was done trying to find the one, if she comes, then I'll welcome her with open arms, but until then I'll be enjoying my best single life.
The elevator doors opened, and I walked in, looking at my room key with the number 6119 plastered over it. But just as I reached out to press the 6th-floor button, someone pushed their hands in to stop the doors from closing.
"Sorry for that, but these elevators take forever to come back down," the soft sound of her voice vibrated against the glossy elevator walls filling up the space. Her face shined with a rosy shade over her cheeks and nose, probably from the cold outside.
"No worries at all, I completely understand what you mean," I breathed out with a warm smile.
Her delicate hands reached out for the buttons pressing the 7th floor, before quickly hiding back into her pockets. For a second, our gaze met each other, and I found myself encapsulated by her beauty.
She had bright green eyes blazed with delight, and a soft pair of lips swollen just enough to tempt anyone to kiss them. She was almost my height, which wasn't that common, given that I was close to 6 feet tall.
"I think this is your floor?" she asked merrily.
I looked at the doors that had probably been open for a few seconds, nodded and walked out of the elevator. I didn't look back, but I was hoping that she was still looking at me stride down the hallway to my room. And by the time I reached my room, I was giggling like a teenage girl who's just seen her crush. Not sure if they had a moment, or if it was only in her head.
You see that's one of the downsides of liking femmes, you can never know for sure if they're into girls or not. They just might be smiling at you to be polite, but there's a 50% chance that they like you, you just never know.
I headed straight to the bathroom, stripped my uniform onto the ground and hopped into the shower. I stepped under the hot water, my mind drifting about my previous encounter. Wishing that I'd see her again. And if I did, oh if I did get the chance to see her again I'd definitely strike up a proper conversation. I was curious to pick her mind to see if her brains matched her beauty.
I was curious to see the supple flesh of her breasts and trail my fingertips over her nipples. Gently tugging at her swollen beads. Then I'd glide my hands down the side of her waist feeling the curves of her hips, and I'd end by cupping her round butt in the palms of my hands. Squeezing hard, digging into her juiciness, then I'd hover my hands down her front, lightly teasing her delicate folds, and exposing her swollen jewel.
The thought of having her that close to me was turning me on, I could feel my pussy starting to tingle, and the wetness that leaked from it was not showering water. I placed my fingers over my clit and began to swirl and stroke my aching bead, then I slid a finger in. Feeling the walls clench around my finger, pleading for more attention. I kept toying at my hole, stretching it and pounding my fingers deep inside, teasing my clit while still thinking about the girl in the elevator.
Anticipation was building up in my muscles as I felt an orgasm mounting to its peak, and finally, my body gave in. The walls of my sex opened up to waves of convulsions rippling through my core.
I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath, trying to bring myself to reality. The warm water was still splashing against my bare skin, fogging up the glass doors and mirrors. I closed off the water tap and stepped out of the shower, hoping to get a breath of cool air.
