Dylan
Istill feel a bit weird about sharing a girl with another guy. But, since I consider Andrew, my best friend. I don’t think I need to feel awkward around him. We anticipate these types of things happening with our little game.
Anyways, time to get back to regular life.
We both head to the airport. I always wear my uniform when I fly to ensure the people around me know that I am not a regular guest. Not to mention the fact that I usually get more respect that way.
“Hey, Bob,” I greet the TSA agent at the airport.
When you travel as much as I do, you learn everyone by name.
“Going back to La La Land already?” he asked.
“Home sweet home,” I say.
“The crowds are crazy today. You’ll probably be on a full flight,” Bob informs me.
“Maybe I’ll get a seat next to a cute girl,” I muse.
He nods.
“You seem to have good luck like that. Get any action while you were in town?” Bob asks.
“A gentleman never tells,” I respond with a wink.
Flying when I’m not on duty is always a treat. I get to fly first class every time, and I don’t have to work. I also usually know the pilots personally, which gives me some perks.
I usually have to avoid some flight attendant either me or Andrew fucked at some point, but I consider that part of the gig.
Instead of avoiding flight attendants this time around, I find myself looking for Hazel. It blows my mind a bit that I actually want to see her. Maybe I actually like her a little bit?
Andrew and I agreed a long time ago that we could not allow hookups with flight attendants to occur more than once. However, I can’t imagine not getting with Hazel again.
Her free attitude towards sex makes me feel so liberated. I know I can try new things and not feel judged. The possibilities excite me, and I have to adjust myself so that no one else can see my rock hard cock.
At that moment, I see Hazel walk through the first-class curtain. She looks even better than I remember in her snug uniform and heels.
“Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Hazel, and I will be your flight attendant in first class this evening. We have drinks available throughout the flight and a bite to eat about one hour into the flight. Feel free to press the call button if you need anything, and rest assured that we are all in good hands today.”
I immediately press the call button, and Hazel gives me a smile when she notices.
“Can I help you, sir?” she asks.
“Will you get me an extra pillow, please?” I ask her.
She maintains eye contact while grabbing a pillow from overhead and placing it over my boner, managing to graze it and send shivers throughout my body.
“Can I get a pillow, too?” the guy across the aisle asks.
“Let me know if you need anything else throughout the flight,” she tells me and gives me a wink.
Fuck!
Everything she does blows me away.
Once I hit thirty years old, I took a deep, hard look at my life and decided that I made a better bachelor than a boyfriend, let alone a husband or father. At that time, I pretty much decided that I would always be alone.
However, Hazel makes me feel a different way.