Date: Mon, 21 Dec 2009 21:50:00 EST
From: mikeallanb@aol.com
Subject: The Flight Attendant, F/F, Heavy Bnd by JYM

   I caught a late flight out of Los Angeles that would get me  home
early the next morning.  I was at the end of a long business trip  that
had taken me to Houston, Seattle, San Francisco, and finally  Los
Angeles.  I couldn't wait to get home.  The group waiting to  board the
flight was small, probably as a result of the recent crash that  had
taken almost 300 lives.  Flying scares me, always has and always  will
but I have to fly or give up my business.  I'm a management  consultant
with my own firm and clients all over the country.

   When the flight was announced, I was first through the gate  onto
the Jetway, anxious to get rid of the guy that had been hitting on  me
for the past thirty minutes.  No matter what I said he  persisted.  I
prayed he wouldn't be in first-class.  As luck would  have it, I was
the only passenger in first-class when the plane taxied away  from the
gate.  Two of the flight attendants stood in the aisle and  conferred
for a moment before one of them turned and disappeared through  the
curtain into the rear compartment.  The other, a young, pretty  blonde
with short hair gave me a quick smile and then started the  required
saftey demonstration as one of her colleagues began to speak on  the
intercom.

   When the demonstration was over, I leaned back and opened the  book
I'd bought earlier in the day, Robert Parker's latest  'Spenser'
mystery.  I suppose I should introduce myself before I get any  deeper
into the story.  My name is Kate Dennis and I'm thirty years  old.  I'm
a tall, slender brunette with hazel eyes, olive skin, and long  nice
legs.  I'm no beauty but I am attractive and some would even  say
pretty, but everyone agrees that my legs are my best feature.   I'm
single again after a short disastrous marriage to a man who mistook  me
for a punching bag.  I was dressed for comfort that night, wearing  a
t-shirt, nylon jogging shorts, and my favorite Reeboks.

   I was just getting into the book when the blonde flight  attendant
appeared and asked if I wanted something to drink.  I nodded  and asked
for Harvey's Bristol Cream.  She smiled and hurried away to  get it.
When she returned, she poured my drink and told me that her name  was
Gwen and that she'd be taking care of me but might be absent for  short
stretches to help out in back.  I smiled.  "I'm Kate Shaw and  you
don't have to fuss over me.  I'll probably sleep most of the  way."

   I returned my attention to 'Spenser' and sipped my sherry as  I
read.  Gwen was back a few minutes later with some snacks, peanuts  and
pretzels, apologizing for forgetting them earlier.  She hovered, as  if
she wanted to talk, so I put my book aside and took a good look  at
her.  She was young and friendly and very beautiful.  Normally I  don't
care for young beautiful blondes but Gwen was like a puppy, eager  and
adorable.  Her hair was cut very short and it gave her a boyish  look
that was enhanced by her slender figure.  Her uniform skirt was  very
short, showing off her long beautiful legs.

   I gestured at the empty seat and asked her if she could sit  and
talk for a few minutes.  She glanced toward the back.  "I'd  like to,
but not right now.  Can I come back later?"  I nodded and  said later
would be fine.  She grinned and disappeared again.

   When she came back, she brought me another Harvey's and asked  if I
was hungry.  "We've got steak and grilled chicken tonight."

   Until she spoke, I hadn't realized that I was indeed  hungry.  I
decided upon the steak and she hurried off to get it.   Airline food
usually defies description but the steak turned out to be  suprisingly
good.  The salad was crisp and the baked potato was firm but  not hard.
I enjoyed it.  Something I can't say very often.  I  travel a lot, my
clients are all over the United States and Canada and I'm an  expert on
airline food.

   Later, after taking the tray away, Gwen brought me a third  Harvey's
and settled down in the empty aisle seat.  She sighed and I  glanced at
her.  "Long flight today?"

   She chuckled.  "No not today, but we flew from Japan  yesterday and
that was a long one.  My feet still hurt!  But it was  great!  My first
trip out of the country!"

   I grinned, she seemed so young and enthusiastic.  "How  old are
you?"

   She glanced at me with a mischevious grin.  "How old do  you think I
am?"

   I took a guess.  "Twenty-one?  Twenty-two?"

   She shook her head.  "Nope, I just turned nineteen, three  days ago.
Celebrated in Tokyo with the crew."

   I raised my glass in a toast, "Happy birthday.  How did  you like
Japan?"

   "Oh, it was fantastic!  But the men!  They seem to  have this thing
about blondes!  Next trip I'll wear a wig."  She  sighed and leaned
back in the seat for a second.  Then she noticed that  my drink was
almost empty and she hopped up to get me another before I could  stop
her.

   When she returned I asked her if she was trying to get me  drunk.
She looked startled for a moment and then grinned.  "Would I have  to?"

   It was my turn to be startled.  This little girl, barely  out of her
training bra, was hitting on me!  I took a long sip of my  drink to
give me time to think.  My mind drifted back over the years to  my
second year in college.  My roommate, Allison, had gotten me drunk  one
night and taken me to bed with her.  What followed was so exciting,  so
fantastic, so scary, that I moved out the next day and tried not  to
think about it ever again.

   I took a deep breath and looked her right in the eye.   Her's were
green and big.  "No," I whispered, "You don't have to get me  drunk."

   She grinned, "Good.  I'll be back in a moment."   When she returned,
she had a blanket and a pillow.  She handed them to  me and suggested
that I cover myself so I'd stay warm while I was  naked.  Then she
disappeared again.  I put my seat back as far as  it would go and put
the pillow behind my head.  Then I covered myself  with the blanket and
removed my shorts, t-shirt, bra, and panties.  I  left my socks and
shoes on.  I folded my things neatly and tucked them  behind my back.

   When Gwen returned she slipped into the aisle seat and  leaned
close.  I closed my eyes and turned my face up for her  kiss.  It was a
long, sweet kiss with lots of tongue.  Very  arousing and very erotic.
She drove her tongue into my mouth and quickly  established who was in
control.  Then she pulled back and we stared at  each other in silence
for a long moment.  I saw her grip the edge of the  blanket and I let
her pull it away, exposing my nude body to her gaze.   She took a long
long look before whispering, "You're very beautiful!"

   I blushed and whispered, "Thank you."  I made no attempt  to cover
myself, leaving my hands resting on my thighs.  She reached out  and
put her hand on my left knee, tugging it until I was spread for  her
inspection.  I closed my eyes and sighed as she ran her hand up  the
inside of my left thigh.

   At the same time, she asked what I'd done with my  clothes.  I
opened my eyes and leaned forward so she could see them  folded behind
my back.  She took them and got up.  I watched her  walk to the front
of the cabin and tuck them into a drawer.  That left  me completely at
her mercy.  I was surprised at how much that excited  me.  When she
returned and saw that I was still uncovered she told me to  pull the
blanket up in case someone came forward to use the restroom.   Then she
kissed me again and slipped her hand under the blanket.  I  sighed and
shifted position so that I was completely open to her.  She  smiled and
whispered, "After we land, pretend to be asleep.  I'll 'wake'  you
after the plane is empty."

   I nodded.  "What about the other attendants?"

   She wrinkled her nose, an adorable gesture.  "Don't worry  about
them.  I'll tell them you're a friend and I'm taking you into the  city
in my car."

   I nodded again, content to let her arrange things.  She  masturbated
me to orgasm and I moaned with pleasure as it hit.  Then I  yawned.
She grinned and told me to get some sleep.  She tucked the  blanket
around me tightly and then got another which she tossed over  me
loosely.  I drifted off to sleep and slept the rest of the way.   The
jolt of the landing gear coming down woke me.  I was startled  to
realize that I was nude, but then I remembered.  I glanced  around.
Gwen was just coming up the aisle from the back.  She smiled and  gave
me a quick kiss.  "Remember, pretend you're asleep."  I nodded  and
closed my eyes.

   It was strange to lay there nude under the blankets and listen  to
everyone as they filed off the plane.  Finally, when the plane  was
empty, Gwen came and handed me a raincoat.  "Everyone's gone but  us.
Put this on and we'll get going."

   I tossed the blankets off and stood up.  Gwen smiled as  she gazed
at my nude body.  I slipped the raincoat on.  It was a  perfect fit.  I
gathered my things and followed her up the jetway into  the terminal.
She took me with her to the office where she signed out and  then we
went down to get my luggage.  Finally, we arrived at her car and  put
our bags in the trunk.  It was 5 a.m. on Saturday.  Gwen drove  us into
the city to her apartment.  I asked her why she didn't live out  on the
island, near the airport, and she said that the excitement of  living
in the city made up for the hassle of driving back and forth.

   As we were getting our bags out of the trunk, she asked how  long I
could stay.  I shrugged.  Until Sunday night, maybe Monday  morning.  I
explained about being the boss and not having to answer to  anyone but
my clients.  Then I told her about my house in Greenwich and  she
seemed fascinated.  I yawned as we crossed the garage to the  elevator.
Once inside, she pushed 22 and then turned to me.  "Take the  raincoat
off."

   I hesitated and she slapped me.  Not hard, but not a soft  slap.  It
stung.  I hastily removed the raincoat and folded it  neatly.  She
smiled and ran the back of her hand over my nipples.   I moaned as they
sprang erect.  She chuckled and her hand darted between  my legs.  She
held it up to show me what I already knew - I was sopping  wet.  "Lick
it."  I leaned forward obediently and licked my juices  from her
fingers.  It was fantastic!  I'd tasted myself before, of  course, but
never in a public place and never at someone else's  command.

   When the elevator stopped, I followed her down the hall, no  longer
caring about being nude.  She unlocked her apartment and ushered  me
inside.  It suddenly occurred to me that she might have a  roommate,
but she assured me that she lived alone.  She left me standing  in the
middle of the living/diningroom and disappeared into the  bedroom.  She
reappeared within a minute or so.  Nude.   Carrying a riding crop.  She
was stunningly beautiful.  Long firm  thighs, flat stomach, pert full
breasts that bounced gently with each  step.  Big hard nipples, a
bright pink in color.

   I glanced at the riding crop and licked my lips, suddenly  scared.
And very excited.  I dropped to my knees and rolled onto my  belly.  I
crawled to her and licked her feet in submission.  She  asked me if I
wanted to taste the whip.  I glanced up at her and  whispered, "Yes, oh
yes.  I want it!"

   She pointed to the coffee table and told me to get up on it on  my
knees.  I scrambled to obey, clasping my hands behind my neck  as
directed.  She positioned herself on my left and told me that  noise
wasn't a problem because the walls were thick, but she turned  her
stereo on and put it up a little to cover any sounds I might make.   I
saw her arm go up out of the corner of my eye and then the riding  crop
came down across my butt and I yelped.  She gave me a dozen  very
quickly, not hard, but enough to bring tears to my eyes and leave  my
bottom stinging.

   Afterward, on my knees in front of her, I looked up at her  through
my tears and whispered, "How did you know?"

   She grinned.  "I looked at you on the plane and knew that  you were
ripe!  You might as well have had 'Slave' written on your  forehead
with Magic Marker!"  She spread her legs and slid down a  little.  I
bent and ran my tongue up her thigh and into her sweet young  shaved
pussy.  She was wet and delicious.  It had been twelve years  since I
had tasted another woman's cunt and I suddenly regretted every  moment.
I brought her to orgasm and sat back on my heels, immensely happy  and
very content.

   She leaned forward and stroked my cheek.  I smiled and  rubbed my
face against her hand.  She smiled and whispered, "You'd make  a good
slave, too bad you're up in Connecticut."

   I took a deep breath.  "Come up to Connecticut and live  with me.  I
have a big house with a pool and there's plenty of  room."

   I stared up at her, afraid to breathe while I waited for  her
answer.  She shook her head, "It's too long a drive to the  airport
from there."

   I grinned.  "You can take a limo in.  I'll pay for  it.  I've plenty
of money.  My grandmother left me a  fortune."

   She frowned and said, "I'll think about it.  Don't  push!"

   I ducked my head and kissed her knee.  "Yes,  ma'am."

   She got up and went into the bedroom after warning me not to  move.
When she returned she had a leather briefcase with her.  She set  it on
the coffee table and opened it up.  It was filled with bondage  toys.
She put clips on my nipples and hung little weights on them.  I  sucked
in my breath and whimpered as the pain built.  She took out a  length
of braided leather that I thought was a whip.  But it  wasn't.  She
looped it around my neck and twisted it tight, cutting off  my breath.
I stared into her eyes, gasping for breath, not daring to  move.  Just
before I blacked out she loosened it and I took a deep,  ragged breath.

   She smiled and hung another weight on each clip.  I  whimpered as
the pain increased.  She asked me if I wanted her to  stop.  I shook my
head.  She started to tighten the cord  again.  I grabbed her wrists
and she stopped the pressure and we stared  at each other in silence
for a long moment.  I took another deep  breath.  And dropped my hands
to my sides.  She smiled.  "Am I  to assume that I'm free to strangle
you if I wish?"

   I nodded.  "Yes, my life is yours.  I am your  slave."

   She loosened the cord immediately and ordered me up onto  the
kitchen table, on my knees, my ankles crossed and my knees  spread
wide.  I was in position, watching, when she took a can of Crisco  out
of the cabinet.  She set it down and opened it up.  I watched  as she
scooped out a lump and began to spread it over her right hand.   She
glanced at me and smiled.  "Ever been fisted?"

   I shook my head.  "No, never."  My voice quavered  and she laughed.

   Then she turned a chair around and straddled it.  I  stared down at
her as she worked her hand into my cunt, one finger at a  time.  When
it was in, a process that took almost 20 minutes, she made a  fist and
I gasped.  She turned her fist and pumped it up and down  slowly.  I
threw my head back and screamed with pleasure as she worked  my clit
with her other hand!

   Gwen laughed.  "Soon you'll take my fist in your  ass!"

   I glanced down at her and shook my head.   "Nooooooo.  Not in my
ass.  Please, nooooo."

   She brought me to orgasm twice before easing her hand out of  me.  I
knelt there, panting and covered with sweat, while she washed  her
hand.  Then she whipped me with the riding crop until I was  sobbing
and begging for mercy.

++++++++++

   The events I've described took place nearly a year ago.   Gwen has
continued to live in New York, but she comes up to  Greenwich
regularly.  I am her slave, totally and completely.  I've  discovered
that I'm a pain slut.  She uses the strangling cord almost  every time
and I know that some night she won't loosen it.  She'll sit  there,
smiling sweetly, and watch as I strangle to death.  I pray for  it.



THE END.