I've always thought about the 'mile high' club but have never had that opportunity while flying. However, I've also presumed that the Flight Attendants could give service on the ground that would be just as good. On first leg of my flight home, I was receiving excellent service from an Attendant who was at the end of her flight pattern, so I decided to see what opportunities I could create during an extended layover.
I commented to the Flight Attendant, who I noticed wore a wedding ring, "I'm sure this is an exhausting job with all the walking back and forth, pushing that cart, and carrying trays up and down these aisle."
Mrs. Sky replied: "I'm ready for a few days off after this flight lands." Our flight was not very full, so Mrs. Sky was free to stop and chat between duties on the long flight from LA to Chicago.
As she passed again, I said: "I bet your feet get tired on this job. Do you get regular foot, leg, & back massages to help you relax after several days of flights?"
"I've mentioned it repeatedly to my husband, but he never gets the hint."
I laughed with her, then said: "Several women who work with me, tell me that they really appreciated it when I've given them a foot massage after a long day of running around an exhibit hall during a marketing show."
She smiled, "Really, you've done that for your employees?"
"Of course, I want them to know that I appreciate the hard work that they do, so I pay them well and give them little perks like that, too."
I was sitting alone in the back row and two rows ahead of me had one person on each side of the aisle, each leaning on their window & sleeping. After passing out drinks to everyone that was awake, Mrs. Sky sat down on the armrest of the row diagonally ahead of me, slipped her foot out of her shoe and lifted her foot - "OK, let's see how well you do!"
I winked at her as I took her foot with both hands and firmly pressed my thumbs around the outer edges of her foot from her heel up to her toes. Then with a rolling kneading motion worked down the center of her foot and around her heel. Her breathing became deep and slow as I firmly caressed her foot. After the third cycle around her foot, I knew that she was hooked. She was almost melting into my hands as I caressed her foot firmly and carefully.
After another deep pressure stroke from her heel up to her toes, she breathed deeply and shook her head. "OK, you do know how to make a woman relax." She quickly lifted her foot away, slipped her shoe back on, and quickly stepped to the back station.
Turning around, I could see her leaning against the cabinet and deeply sucking down a cold beverage.
At that moment, I knew she was at her most vulnerable state, so I stood up and stepped the few feet back to her corner. I whispered, "If you'd like for me to finish the massage after this flight, I have a long layover." Then I returned to my seat; I could tell that she was trying to hide that she was blushing.
She picked up a trash bag and walked slowly through the aisle collecting empty cups, napkins, and snack bags. At first, she looked weak-kneed but then her stride and pace picked up. On her way back by me, she paused, still looking flush in her face, and whispered: "Meet me at 'Reilly's Daughter' on Concourse A, 15 minutes after deboarding."
I smiled & nodded. The pilot had just announced that we only had about 30 minutes until landing, so she kept busy the rest of the flight.