Anakin20
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This thread is for Sienna and myself. But there will be spots for people to join in.
Somehow I had slept through the first half of the flight. I was so excited, and that was rare.
An email from Sienna had started it all. "Why don't you come to England and visit? I know prices are pretty reasonable."
I laughed it off at first, but couldn't deny the excitement the simple email gave me.
Well, a week later, I found myself on the red-eye from Pearson International to Heathrow. My email back had told her my arrival time and flight number, so I wasn't even sure of she would be there. No matter, I could find my way around merry olde England well enough.
"Sir? Sir?" I was snapped out of my reverie by the deep blue eyes of the best looking flight attendant I had seen in a while.
"Yes?"
"We'll be serving breakfast shortly," she said in her British accent. "Would you like some tea or coffee?"
"Tea, please," I replied, then found myself saying, "What do you do once you're in London? Do you have time off, or...?"
She smiled, appraising me as she did so. I'm 6', broad-shouldered and in decent shape. I was sporting a grey thick-knit turtleneck and cream coloured carpenter jeans. My brown hair was probably a little tousled from my nap, but I hoped she liked what she saw.
"Well, sir, normally we don't give out this information, but I'm staying at a flat in South Kensington that the airline rents for us. We have three days off, then make a couple of flights back and forth from Sydney."
I smiled, emboldened by my luck, and said," Is there a place that we can be alone after you serve breakfast?" I gave her a wink to let her know my intentions were less than honourable.
She gave a soft chuckle, then wrote down a phone number on a napkin. "I'd love to, but no, we're too close to landing at this point. Call me later this afternoon at this number, around 5 local time?"
I put the napkin in my leather coat and thanked her, promising I would. So, if Sienna couldn't pick me up...I had something else on the go.
"Um, miss, what's your name?"
She chuckled softly again. "It's Meghan, yours?"
"Jason."
"I can't wait, Jason." As she walked away, I watched her firm round ass sway gently. My boy was stirring from his sleep, but I willed it down. No need to be headed for the bathroom with a hard-on.
The lavatory was calling, and I got up to answer the call, winking at Meghan again.
Somehow I had slept through the first half of the flight. I was so excited, and that was rare.
An email from Sienna had started it all. "Why don't you come to England and visit? I know prices are pretty reasonable."
I laughed it off at first, but couldn't deny the excitement the simple email gave me.
Well, a week later, I found myself on the red-eye from Pearson International to Heathrow. My email back had told her my arrival time and flight number, so I wasn't even sure of she would be there. No matter, I could find my way around merry olde England well enough.
"Sir? Sir?" I was snapped out of my reverie by the deep blue eyes of the best looking flight attendant I had seen in a while.
"Yes?"
"We'll be serving breakfast shortly," she said in her British accent. "Would you like some tea or coffee?"
"Tea, please," I replied, then found myself saying, "What do you do once you're in London? Do you have time off, or...?"
She smiled, appraising me as she did so. I'm 6', broad-shouldered and in decent shape. I was sporting a grey thick-knit turtleneck and cream coloured carpenter jeans. My brown hair was probably a little tousled from my nap, but I hoped she liked what she saw.
"Well, sir, normally we don't give out this information, but I'm staying at a flat in South Kensington that the airline rents for us. We have three days off, then make a couple of flights back and forth from Sydney."
I smiled, emboldened by my luck, and said," Is there a place that we can be alone after you serve breakfast?" I gave her a wink to let her know my intentions were less than honourable.
She gave a soft chuckle, then wrote down a phone number on a napkin. "I'd love to, but no, we're too close to landing at this point. Call me later this afternoon at this number, around 5 local time?"
I put the napkin in my leather coat and thanked her, promising I would. So, if Sienna couldn't pick me up...I had something else on the go.
"Um, miss, what's your name?"
She chuckled softly again. "It's Meghan, yours?"
"Jason."
"I can't wait, Jason." As she walked away, I watched her firm round ass sway gently. My boy was stirring from his sleep, but I willed it down. No need to be headed for the bathroom with a hard-on.
The lavatory was calling, and I got up to answer the call, winking at Meghan again.