Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Short Story Interlude


                                            In The Heat of the Flight
                                            By A. Dacosta Brathway

 
    The evening moon hid behind the thick clouds over Kennedy Airport on an unusually cold Saturday as people filed into the terminal to fight the long lines. There was a big football game at Giant Stadium between the Giants and the Broncos, the Giants lost! Sam was unusually happy… His college frat brothers, who live in New York, lost their shirts in a bet placed on the game months ago. Jamal flew in to see the game, but mostly to see his boys! It was the freakiest weekend of his life. It had been years since he was in New York City. The lights and the action were like an amusement carnival to him. Sam lived in a small town outside of Denver so being in New York was special.

     His friends, Jay and Joshua were the wildest of the frat. They caused all of the trouble that Jamal seemed to crave in college. He loved their antics, never mind the consequences. It was college, the best years of his life!

    After going through the longest process to get on a plane, Sam boarded his flight and settled in for the long flight home. He was in first class so he was in comfortable surroundings on the plane. The flight attendant was very attractive. Her long jet black hair and shapely figure caught his attention right away, but his history dictated that she was a woman he could never get unless Jay or Jamal set him up! She wore her uniform pencil skirt like she was shoe horned into it. Her blouse wrapped around her shapely breasts perfectly. She wore seamed stockings and 6 inch stilettos. Her make up was flawless and she strolled up and down the aisle like she was an Olympic gold medalist on a balance beam! Jamal could not stop himself from staring at her… She smiled when she caught him. He even apologized a couple of times, but it was worth it to him.

     A couple of hours into the flight and a few fruity drinks had Jamal slightly dizzy. He drifted in and out of a light sleep as the plane glided smoothly through the night sky. It was very quiet in the section. Passengers were either fast asleep, drunk, or both but no one was up, walking around. Slowly Jamal’s eyes opened… Only to find the sexy flight attendant’s eyes fixed on him! She sat in her designated seat, facing him. Her legs were crossed, her crossed leg pressed against her other leg’s calf, giving it more definition Jamal noticed. All of a sudden he felt a little warm in his nether region.

    Somehow their eyes locked on each other, causing Jamal to blush. He was more embarrassed that he got caught, but she did not seem to mind. In fact, she slowly uncrossed her legs then stood up and walked toward Jamal… He started squirming around.

     “Uncomfortable sir?” she asked. She leaned towards him, exposing the fullness of her breasts even more. “Maybe you need a pillow?” If Jamal had a drink in his mouth, he surely would have done a spit-take all over her!

“No thank you, I’m good,” he weakly answered. She took note of his condition and immediately set him at ease. “It is no trouble Jamal, none at all!” Jamal was stunned that she knew his name. She picked it up. “I have the manifest. Some names stand out more than others,” she offered. “I’m impressed,” Jamal found himself saying. “I have to say Jamal, I am impressed also, she broke eye contact and stared at is crotch. “Can I get you anything else you might like to taste?” “Uhh, I don’t know, what else do you have?” Jamal found himself asking. “Let’s see… We have an assortment of pastries you might like to taste,” she offered. Feeling slightly hungry, Jamal made a selection. Could I have a piece of apple pie?” “Why sure you can Jamal… I will be right back… Would you like whip cream with that pie sir?” she offered, her voice tapering off as she retreated to the galley. Jamal was slightly damp in a couple of places now. The sound of Cool Whip broke the silence in the cabin as Jamal waited for his pie. He sat with his head down as the anticipation of the flight attendant returning got his motor running.

     When Jamal raised his head, she was standing very close to him, empty handed. There was no pie. “I must apologize to you Jamal, we have no more apple pie, but I may be able to interest you in something else to nibble on,” she offered. “It’s all good… Bring me what you have,” He answered. The flight attendant dropped her hands to her side, bent over slightly and caught the helm of her skirt. Slowly she lifted it so that Jamal could savor the moment. Now he did not care if she saw him and she did not mind him staring. After she jacked her skirt all the way up to her waist, she strattled him like she was mounting a horse! Facing him, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse to reveal her ample tits well greased with whip cream. She lowered her bra to reveal two hard nipples, ready for Jamal’s tasting. And he did not disappoint her… His tongue slid ever so slightly across her ripe nipples, causing her to slowly lunge forward to accommodate him. She then cupped her hands underneath them, slowly massaging them for him to enjoy. She started to rock back and forth, encouraging Jamal to take her anyway he wanted. She grabbed the back of his head with her left hand while rubbing her vajayjay inside her panties. Jamal was trapped in her rapture and so was she… He just followed her lead, unzipping his pants while she slid her finger across his nostrils. She stood up slightly so that he could free himself from the captivity of his pants! She watched attentively as he steadied himself for her landing… Her landing was smooth. He actually heard her screech upon landing! There were a couple of bumps along the way, but, for the most part, it was a smooth ride. “Oh my god, that was incredible! Jamal blurted out as he heard applause. When he opened his eyes, the cabin was jubilant. “What just happened? He mumbled. “We just landed safely!” he was informed by the sexy flight attendant. “Did you enjoy your sleep?”

 

© A. Dacosta Brathway, 2009

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