The figure tapped her booted foot on the dun colored carpeting. She had switched her sitting position five times already, and was getting ready to modify it once again. Leaning forward in the chrome and fake leather covered navy blue chair, she laid her forearms on her knees with large hands clasped together. It was obvious, to anyone watching, that she was nervous, and it was only going to get worse. She raked long fingers through the inky black tresses of her shoulder length hair, letting out a huge breath she hadn't realized she was holding.
"Flight number 483 to Tampa is now boarding at Gate 3." The mechanical voice from the sound system bellowed out.
Cory grabbed her duffel bag, releasing another sigh as she tried to muster up the courage to get on the plane. Falling into line with the other passengers, she looked out the expansive wall of glass to see the enormous gunmetal gray monster ready to swallow her into its cavernous and presently hollow interior. Her knees felt rubbery as she entered its belly, and quickly made it to her seat. She hoped there wouldn't be a passenger in the seat next to hers so that she could have at least some kind of peace during the flight.
Everyone finally entered and finished their various squabbles as they attempted to get their luggage in the overhead compartments. A stewardess emerged from the mysterious maroon curtain at the front of the plane, and began instructing everyone regarding their seatbelts and the safety procedures for the course of the flight.
Cory tuned the auburn hair woman out because she didn't need to hear about possible emergencies in the condition she was in. She felt like a wreck already without having to listen to what she by now resolved as what actions she would take in a crash.
After about ten minutes, the plane's engines roared and pulled out of the gate. The overhead sign lit up to silently announce that all seatbelts should be buckled and cell phones turned off. The plane bumped along the runway, picking up speed as it prepared to ascend. Cory held onto the arms of her seat with eyes closed. The joints of her fingers gripped the arm rests tighter as the plane lifted, turning her knuckles white.
Now in the air, the stewardesses prepared to do their first round. Going down the aisle, they began distributing drinks. As one of them came upon Cory, she noticed the woman's face was scrunched to the point of pain, and her hands still gripped the armrests.
An ebony skinned stewardess saw the state that this passenger was in, and took pity on Cory's condition. Pondering her thoughts, she decided that this was a job for Maxine.
Cory desperately tried to retain her image of Drew Barrymore naked and writhing in pleasure as a long and wide wet tongue broadly stroked her erect clit. Suddenly Cory felt a cold wet towel softly brush against her forehead and then down either side of her face.
A melodic voice spoke. "You're going to get a headache if you stay like that. Will you open your eyes for me?"
This voice was beautiful to Cory's ears, and she wanted to hear it again. As her facial features relaxed a bit, but still keeping her eyes closed, she heard the angelic sound again.
"That's it. It's okay to relax. Now come on, let me see you open your eyes."
Sapphire eyes slowly fluttered open to gaze into emerald green pools. The stewardess's breath hitched at how striking the blue orbs were. She was instantly riveted to their beauty. Mesmerized, she gently dabbed the cloth across Cory's forehead again. Neither of them moved their gaze from the other.
The short stewardess knew she felt compelled to move closer and kiss those supple looking pink lips that she swore were calling her.
Cory felt a soft hand cover one of hers.
"Will you relax for me?" The angel's voice gently questioned.
Cory's desire to please this small woman pounded at the forefront of her mind. "I'll do anything for you," she said under her breath. But they both heard it.
The strawberry blonde stewardess smiled shyly, and rubbed the now loosened hands with care. "I'm going to get you a stiff drink --- to help you have an enjoyable trip."
"Actually… wine would be better," Cory commented.
"Ah, she speaks."
And how beautiful that contralto voice is
. Max silently thought. "Well, then, a glass of wine is what I'll bring." She patted the hand and walked off.
Cory leaned over in her seat to watch the retreating form. The sway of those luscious hips and muscular calves made the tall woman's body temperature rise. She gulped, and sat back having forgotten her some of her nervousness.
Damn, I would love to get to know you. I can only imagine how you must taste, and how soft your skin would be beneath my palms. I should ask her name. Maybe she'd like to go for a drink after the flight
. Suddenly Cory's nerves began to jitter as the plane dipped for a moment.
Um, that's if we survive this flight.
"Okay, here's your wine," Max softly announced as she set the cup down. "Oh, and don't worry, it's on me." She ended with a smile, but noticed a flicker of fear in those captivating azure eyes. "You're nervous again, aren't you?" Leaning over, she whispered the next question into Cory's ear. "What can I do for you…to help you…relax?"
The words were seductive in nature, and it made Cory's eyes roll back a moment.
The stewardess noticed the reaction immediately, and she couldn't help the corners of her mouth turn up into a playful smirk.
"Your…voice…" Cory began, "it's…"
"Ohh, so you like the sound of it?" She purred, and then saw Cory's head nod speedily. "My name is Max, short for Maxine. What's yours?"
The tall woman licked her lips before answering. "Cory, with a 'y'. Short for Corynne."
"Well Cory, it's definitely a pleasure." She slightly leaned forward again and declared in a hushed tone, "I wish I could crawl in right next to you, and talk your ear off, but I'd get in trouble. I need to tend to other things, but I will definitely come back and check on you." She gently squeezed Cory's shoulder and then gave her a wink, before she retreated down the aisle.