“Please place your tray tables and seat backs in the upright and locked position in preparation for our landing in San Francisco,” was the announcement over the loud speaker. “The current time in San Francisco is 6:00 a.m. We know that you have many choices when you fly and we appreciate you choosing United.”
I didn’t have that many choices. Not for a cheap red-eye all the way across the country. It had been an incredibly fascinating flight, however.
My name is Donna, by the way. I wrote another story about my spring break in Florida. For those of you who haven’t read that story, this is a little about me. I’m small, maybe 5’1” and less than 100 pounds. My dad is Portuguese and my mother’s Greek, and I’ve got dark hair and olive skin. I also have great breasts. They’re not really huge; I’m between a “C” cup and a “D” cup, but as small as I am they look immense on me, and they’re perfectly shaped with just a little droop. I could admire my tits in the mirror for hours.
I also have a fat cunt. That’s how one of my old boyfriends described it, he said my cunt was fat. What he meant was that my labia is big and hangs down from my body. My hood is also very big and my clit sticks out of it. It never goes down it’s just big. When I get excited my clit gets very big, about as big as my thumb! I love sex and I don’t really care if it’s with a guy or another girl. As long as they turn me on!
The flight started great. As I entered the airplane, in a line of other passengers, we were greeted by the usually bored flight attendants. Normally they are interested more in keeping the line moving, getting everybody seated and luggage properly stored, than in any personal considerations. It was a little different this time. The flight attendant at the door was turned slightly away, just finishing a conversation with someone else, when I entering the airplane. She turned to face me, about to say her usual greeting, when her eyes locked onto mine. God, they were a beautiful shade of blue! Her mouth opened and for a moment no sound came out. Her pupils dilated just a bit as she said directly to me, “welcome aboard, I hope you enjoy your flight tonight.”
“It’s better already,” I smiled back at her.
Maybe it was my imagination but I thought I saw her blush, just a little.
It was a very long flight. Shortly after we gained “cruising altitude” the attendants served us a typical airline meal. The beautiful brunet with the blue eyes was not in my section in the middle of the airplane.
After the meal the plane became very quiet and dark as the lights were turned down and the passengers either fell asleep or became engrossed in their books or computers. The flight was not crowded and I had nobody sitting next to me in the two-seat section next to the window. I don’t know what kind of plane it was. A big one with two seats next to the windows on either side and a bunch of seats in the middle facing the movie screen which was only showing a picture of our progress across the country.
It was an hour of two later that I got up to stretch my legs and use the restroom. The two restrooms that served my section were both occupied so I wondered back through the plane to the section at the very back were there were a number of small restrooms lined up against the back wall. They were empty.
I picked one, did my business and opened the door directly into a service cart!
“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said before I’d seen who it was. My eyes must have gotten wide as I saw the beautiful flight attendant in her white blouse and blue skirt standing there.
“Oh,” she said. “It’s my fault. Are you O.K?”
We stood there staring at each other as I said, “I’m fine.”
“Would you like something to drink?” she asked pointing at the tray.
I didn’t really want anything, but I did want to continue talking to her so I asked for a Coke.
As she poured, we started talking. We introduced ourselves and talked about where we were from and going, all that. I told her I was flying to San Francisco to visit the university in Berkeley. She told me she lived in Berkeley and was going home in the morning. I loved the sound of her voice. Light and cheery, but not put on at all.
I asked her if she lived there with her family and she said, “No, just my cat. No husband or kids or anything.”
My heart picked up its pace a little with that.
We weren’t looking at each other like a couple of women just talking. There was a sexual charge, a spark. When Mary handed me another of those little plastic airline cups our fingers touched and we stood there in the back aisle of the airplane holding the cup between us looking into each other’s eyes. I shivered when I felt the tip of her finger start to caress the tip of mine. It crossed my mind that she looked a little like Sela Ward, the actress, only with blue eyes.
She smiled slightly and said, “I think you have something on your cheek. Here, let me get it for you.”
With that she took the cup back and, placing it on the tray, pulled me back into the restroom. The door closed most of the way behind us by itself.
She wet a small corner of a paper towel and leaned toward my face as through to wipe something off. As the towel got closer, so did her face. When she was a couple of inches away I leaned forward and kissed her beautiful lips. Very gently, very lightly, and we both moaned softly as her lips returned my kiss. Her lips were incredibly soft and smooth, so unlike a man’s lips. The erotic feel of them sliding wetly, softly, across my lips was almost too much to stand.
I ran my tongue over her lips and moaned again as I felt her tongue touch mine.
