As I boarded the plane from Kennedy Airport I was attended to by a very pretty flight attendant named Molly. She had short curly dark brown hair, big brown eyes and full lips. When she smiled two dimples were revealed on each side of her mouth and she smiled often. She accompanied me as I walked through the gangway into the plane and showed me to my seat and smiled at me when she buckled my seatbelt. I was the first one on the plane which was not due to board for another 10 minutes or so.
“Let me do this for you,” she looked straight into my eyes, “when we are up in the air perhaps we can chat a little?” Dimples revealed and my manhood expanded.
“OK then, got to go do my job – speak to you at 30 thousand.” She winked and shook up the aisle towards the exit.
There was a sense of degradation in being allowed to board the plane before the rest of the passengers. I know that its kind of a luxury but something about being spoken to by the flight attendant like I am child or a sad case bugs me.
The seat next to me was taken by an elderly Asian lady who kept speaking to her male companion in a very loud volume while craning her neck directly in front of my face. Finally the lady seated next to the man said she would switch seats with the old lady. When she stood I saw she was not a lady but a girl who was around my age. Pretty too.
We began to taxi and then we began to go really fast and suddenly we were airborne.
The flight attendants served drinks and other stuff – I slept right through it and woke up when I felt a poke.
“Hey come to the galley I will buy you a drink.” It was the flight attendant. “Ok meet you there.” What the hell, what else is there to do?
Molly poured me a cup of coffee and we began to speak. She was from Lafayette, Louisiana. She was currently living in Chicago close to the airline’s hub at O’hare.
I felt a swelling and I suddenly got sweaty.
“Oh I see…sounds like good arrangement.” I smiled.
The plane shook – I opened my eyes and I was in my seat.
“You were squirming in your sleep. Nightmare?” The pretty girl asked me.
“I am sorry i was so rude – I am trying to pass this stupid class and its driving me crazy, plus I hate flying. My name is Julianne, by the way.” Her eyes were really expressive, her hair was in a ponytail, burnt blonde and her skin was light. On her ears she had turquoise earrings hanging high and she was wearing a white button down collared shirt.
We spoke for the rest of the flight, which was about 2 hours or so. She was having problems with her Greek course, Plato and Thucydides. Where they compare the different philosophies between the two. I always liked Greek philosophy but was more enamored of Homer’s Odyssey.
“Here is my cell phone number – should you need any help with Greek Philosophy or anything else – give me a call. I wont charge you more than a cup of coffee or something.” I smiled and she smiled.
And just like that I wanted to fall back asleep and hang out with Molly the flight attendant.