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It was a dark and damp January morning in Sussex, England, and the orange glow of the formidable grey street lamps shone bright illuminating the light drizzle that began to fall. In a small box room, in a small mid terrace house, an alarm woke 24-year-old flight attendant Kate Michaels from her erotic dreams. Sleeping on her stomach like she always did, her long auburn hair was strewn across the pillow, her slender tanned arms cradled the downy silk. Wrapping her soft tanned legs around the Chinese silk duvet, Kate turned her head, her eyes slowly peeking at the bright face of the clock, momentarily thinking of her schedule before realising that today she was flying to Goa. Ten days in the Indian sunshine, just what a girl needed, she thought, as she turned her tired body on to her back embracing the feel of the soft duvet. She slid her small hand over her tummy and rested it just above her womanhood. Almost in a trancelike state, she parted her thighs slightly and moved her hand lower, feeling the warmth and smoothness from her beauty treatment. Covering her mound, she spread her fingers whilst parting the soft folds of her lips, relishing the touch. No time to play, she wickedly grinned as she kicked the duvet off and went to shower. Now sitting on the bed, wearing the obligatory white bra, Kate dried and braided her wavy, shoulder length, auburn hair. The young air hostess applied perfect subtle make-up to her high cheekbones. The dark mascara emphasized her eyes with a hint of mixed brown shadow teasing her eyelids. Her lips were perfect, neither too full nor too thin, and their lusciousness was accentuated with a fine lip liner prior to applying deep rose blush lipstick with a thin brush, Kate perfected the art with the equal precision of a renaissance painter. Ruffling a smoke pewter (uniform standard) sheer stocking, she carefully stretched her long smooth leg into the silk and then the other, attaching them to an overpriced, satin suspender belt, purchased on a whim. White cotton briefs followed before Kate slowly dropped the crisp white uniform shirt over her head, careful not to disturb her hair and make-up. As usual, she struggled with the back zip fastener before stepping into the rose tartan kilt and matching bolero jacket. Looking into the full-length mirror she saw a girl with a complexion the most beautiful shade of olive, which complemented the deep red uniform. She stepped into 3-inch black court shoes, and a small beret and white gloves completed the Scottish image. Kate arrived at the airport amid the hustle of different crews checking in and out, sounds of hellos and goodbyes echoing around the lounges. With the cabin crew briefing over, 11 flight attendants were taken out to the Lockheed L1011 TriStar aircraft for their pre flight duties. Kate descended to the under floor galley where caterers were loading meal carts. She changed into her cabin shoes and began her not so glamorous duties of counting meals, setting up the onboard computers, etc., and much of the flight she spent downstairs cooking meals, sending up meal carts and bar trolleys so the crew could serve 393 passengers. Towards the end of the flight, the young hostess sat on a small bar box, slouching against a meal cart, when she heard the rumble of the lift. Strands of her wavy hair had fallen from the neat braid and she looked flushed |
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