Solo Flight (Part 1)
Joe Preston handed his boarding card to the gate agent. She ripped off a portion and handed him back the stub. "Have a great flight, Mr. Preston", she said. He smiled back and started his trek down the tunnel to the waiting aircraft. Joe was a very successful entrepreneur who had started his own investment firm. His net worth was in the neighbourhood of twenty million dollars, and he acted the part. Never at a loss for something to say, he considered himself somewhat of a ladies man. Though he was in his late forties, Joe had no trouble attracting the attention of many young women. He was always willing to part with a few bucks in order to get laid. These sleazy, one night affairs were the norm. On the way down the ramp, he imagined himself spending the night with one or more of the flight attendants. As he stepped through the aircraft door, a tall, thin blonde with an ample chest and deep blue, bedroom eyes welcomed him. "Welcome aboard, Mr. Preston", she said, directing him to his seat in first class.
"Please, call me Joe", he replied and sat down. No sooner had he settled into his seat than another flight attendant presented him with a glass of champagne. Joe looked her over also. She was a ravishing brunette with massive breasts and an hourglass figure. She glanced teasingly back over her shoulder as she walked seductively away from him back to the galley. "Well, Joe, you certainly are a lucky man", the blonde interrupted. "You're the only passenger on this flight. Lucky for you we had to deadhead a crew to Boston or the flight would have been cancelled. Looks like you've got us all to yourself!" Joe shook his head in disbelief and grinned to himself. Even he couldn't have dreamed for a scenario like this. "I'm Trish and that's Brenda", she said, pointing to her co-worker. Brenda smiled wickedly back at him.
Just then a low, throaty female voice boomed over the intercom. "Hello, ladies and gentlemen, or should I say, Mr. Preston, this is Captain Tina Roberts. Co-pilot Tracy Higgins and myself welcome you aboard flight 666 to Boston. We're just about ready to push back. Could the flight attendants please take their seats in preparation for takeoff?" Joe pinched himself to see if he was dreaming. He had an entire female crew at his disposal. Trish and Brenda closed and locked the exit door and strapped themselves into their seats. The plane backed up and began to taxi out to the runway. Minutes later, flight 666 was airborne, heading for Boston. The flight attendants engaged in inaudible chatter, punctuated with laughter, for several minutes until the fasten seatbelt sign was turned off, glancing over in Joe's direction periodically. They unstrapped themselves and walked toward him. "Since you ladies don't really have anything to do, why don't you sit down and share some champagne with me?" he asked. They looked at each other and laughed, then answered in unison, "Sure!"
"Please, call me Joe", he replied and sat down. No sooner had he settled into his seat than another flight attendant presented him with a glass of champagne. Joe looked her over also. She was a ravishing brunette with massive breasts and an hourglass figure. She glanced teasingly back over her shoulder as she walked seductively away from him back to the galley. "Well, Joe, you certainly are a lucky man", the blonde interrupted. "You're the only passenger on this flight. Lucky for you we had to deadhead a crew to Boston or the flight would have been cancelled. Looks like you've got us all to yourself!" Joe shook his head in disbelief and grinned to himself. Even he couldn't have dreamed for a scenario like this. "I'm Trish and that's Brenda", she said, pointing to her co-worker. Brenda smiled wickedly back at him.
Just then a low, throaty female voice boomed over the intercom. "Hello, ladies and gentlemen, or should I say, Mr. Preston, this is Captain Tina Roberts. Co-pilot Tracy Higgins and myself welcome you aboard flight 666 to Boston. We're just about ready to push back. Could the flight attendants please take their seats in preparation for takeoff?" Joe pinched himself to see if he was dreaming. He had an entire female crew at his disposal. Trish and Brenda closed and locked the exit door and strapped themselves into their seats. The plane backed up and began to taxi out to the runway. Minutes later, flight 666 was airborne, heading for Boston. The flight attendants engaged in inaudible chatter, punctuated with laughter, for several minutes until the fasten seatbelt sign was turned off, glancing over in Joe's direction periodically. They unstrapped themselves and walked toward him. "Since you ladies don't really have anything to do, why don't you sit down and share some champagne with me?" he asked. They looked at each other and laughed, then answered in unison, "Sure!"
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