| Straight: True Stories: The Frolics Of A Flight Attendant - Stars Above Goa (2/10) |
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from moving trolleys in and out of the lifts. The back of her shirt was unzipped, allowing her some freedom from the mandarin collar, her shapely back clearly visible. The crested kilt pin, which was worn but never attached to secure the kilt, allowed her to open it, as she sat with her legs extended, exposing her stockings and suspender with a slight view of her white briefs. She felt cool this way, as the wool kilts were prone to itching. Besides, she wasn’t expecting company at that time, not the first officer anyway. The sound of the small lift coming down didn’t surprise Kate but to see Tom stepping out of it did. His eyes roamed over the delightful vision and she smiled shyly, as he appreciatively inspected what was in front of him. She felt uncomfortable knowing that if she stood and turned her back to him, he would see her lace bra and exposed, tanned back. “Umm, did you want something,” she asked Tom, very quickly adjusting her kilt, sitting up from her slouched position. The first officer grinned widely, “Nothing special, I was just stretching my legs and thought I would see how it was going down here,” he spoke, his gaze not leaving the lower half of her body. Most of the crew liked to take refuge in the under floor galley at some point of a long haul flight so his visit, whilst not expected, wasn’t unusual. “Err if you give me a minute I’ll find the fruit platter for you to take back up,” Kate spoke, not giving him the opportunity to find a metal bar box and settle down with her. “Can you just…” and with her slim finger she motioned him to turn around whilst she clumsily stood up and tried to get the zip on the back of her blouse fastened to regain some decorum. “Sure,” he grinned, but instead of turning away he approached her in two paces, which wasn’t difficult in the confined galley area. She smiled back at him in a childlike puzzled manner. “Umm my zip, I just need to fix…” Kate was stopped by the movement of his extended arms towards her, standing at 5 ft 6 in height and with an inch heel on her cabin shoes; her chin was almost level to his shoulder. His hand lingered a little too long on her back as he very slowly moved the zipper up, his fingertips gently touching her skin in a deliberate seductive fashion. He dipped his head, his mouth close to her exposed neck; she felt his breathing so close to her ear and just for a brief second she motioned her neck a little to the side, expecting to feel his lips. His action, not lasting more than a few seconds, momentarily aroused Kate as she looked up, her vibrant eyes holding the gaze of his. She said simply “Thanks” and stepped away, breaking the moment. Turning to the hidden galley counter, Kate placed both hands on the shiny metal surface. She gazed out of the tiny window at the black sky in order to gain some composure. She did not want to get involved with flight deck, no matter how handsome he was. A cocky, self assured first officer was far from the type of man she would normally be |
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