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The man straightened his uniform jacket as he stood up front, giving the instructional video of what to do during the flight in case of emergency. It had become second nature to him as he had been a flight attendant for the past fifteen years. His face had a plastered fake smile. He was stuck working with the first-class passengers. And although most thought that was the best place to be, you quickly find that the seasoned flight attendants requested economy for their assignments. The first-class passengers acted as though they were better than him with their noses in the air as they boarded earlier that morning, etimesgut escort taking their seats with distinguished, pompous grace. He happened to notice a curious woman who boarded in his section. He noted her eyes were trained on him as he finished the instructional video before the plane took off. Soon enough, beverages were being distributed. He came to her row, asking politely what she’d like to drink. She had a low-cut tank top and sweatpants on. Not like his other passengers who seemed to wear anything and everything expensive that they owned, flaunting it in his eryaman escort face. She ordered an old fashioned. Stunned, he rushed off to make the order. He took his time to make it right, unlike others where he would skimp on the alcohol. This woman intrigued him. He peeked over as he finished, each passenger now getting comfortable in their personal pods, closing the doors to have privacy as they slept. He brought the young lady a drink. She was sprawled out in the extra seat beside her in her pod. She tried to hop up quickly but fell onto her butt to the floor. He rushed quickly sincan escort to assist her. She smirked deviously as she heard him ask her if she was ok. “Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?” She leaned in close, her fingers tracing along his coat as she stood.“It’s much too hot for a coat in here, don’t you think?” She winked and pushed it off in a hurry. Her fingers lingered along his chest. His heart thumped like mad, unsure if this was a daydream his mind concocted because of lack of sleep. “Umm, ma’am?” His voice shook with the tension he felt. She took his moment of confusion to make a move and leaned forward and kissed him silly. He froze before returning her affection, deepening it further as he kicked the door shut. “I’ve got ten minutes before I have to serve the dinner meal,” he gasped breathlessly. His fingers traced along her spine to her waist, making her arch further into him. 

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