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About an hour later, Dylan and I are ready to go in the cockpit. The day is clear and warm, but not too hot. The entire crew is heading onboard, all of the usual crew that Dylan and I instantly recognize. We welcome them all to the flight.
“Let’s start letting everyone on folks. Let’s make this a smooth ride.”
A head at the back of the cluster of crew hovers through them as they disperse. She is a new flight attendant, and instantly makes my cock shiver at the sight of her.
Her hair is long and blonde, straightened to the point where it reaches her ass. Speckles of cute freckles scatter across her face and highlight an already spectacular grin. Her hand is outstretched for a handshake.
“Hi, I don’t believe we’ve met. My name is Hazel Sutton.”
I stick my hand out before Dylan gets the chance. Her skin is soft and gives me goosebumps at the first touch.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Hazel. Glad to have you aboard.”
Dylan shoves my hand away.
“Great to meet you Hazel. Would I be correct in assuming that this isn’t your first time flying?” he says.
Hazel scoffs.
“No, not at all.”
Dylan is still holding onto her hand. She pulls it away, smiling.
“I will see you on the other side, gentlemen.”
She walks away, showing off a perfectly plump ass.
I elbow Dylan, who is still staring as she walks down the aisle.
“There’s a three pointer,” I whisper.
“Not if I get that first. Fuck,” he whispers back.
Passengers have come aboard, and we are ready for takeoff. We get to the appropriate altitude before discussing Hazel, who has lingered on my mind since that short encounter.
“I’m going to give it a go, man. I know we usually don’t do this with co-workers but fuck, my dick is quivering.”
I stare off into the blue deep sky.
“Go for it man. I wish you the best of luck.”
“I don’t think I’ll need it brother.”
He taps me on the shoulder, leaving the cockpit, but leaving the door open behind him.
Hazel is in the serving area, gathering food for passengers. Dylan comes up behind her, and I overhear their exchange.
“So Hazel, have you ever been to Paris? It’s the place of lovers, you know.”
Hazel laughs between the clank of cutlery.
“I have certainly heard something like that. I’m afraid I’m not really into the whole love thing lately.”
“Oh no?” Dylan replies.
“Nope.”
I hear nothing more as the dinner cart rolls down the aisle. Dylan returns to the cockpit and slams the door.
