High Altitude Temptation

The late afternoon sun bled orange across the Los Angeles sky as I eased my silver Mercedes into the LAX parking garage. My business trip to Milan was a necessary evil, and I always prioritized efficiency over comfort when traveling internationally; there was no point wasting precious hours on baggage carousels. With a carry-on in hand, I strode purposefully toward the Boeing 777 awaiting my flight, a silent declaration of my intent.

“Welcome to flight AA6983 to Milan. May I see your ticket, please?” The flight attendant, a young woman with an overly enthusiastic smile, greeted me at the gangway. “Welcome, Mr. Cappa. A first-class ticket, I see. I’ll show you to your seat.”

“Thank you, but I’m quite capable of finding my way around an aircraft,” I replied, maintaining a cool detachment.

“No trouble at all,” she chirped, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. “Judging by your frequent flyer miles, you’re a valued passenger. My name’s Jody, and I’ll be looking after you on this flight.” There was a definite playful glint in her gaze as she added, “Don’t hesitate to let me know if you need anything at all.”

A flicker of awareness passed through me. Was she flirting? No, no way. That didn’t happen to me. Still, I couldn’t help but notice her striking appearance. She possessed full, rounded breasts and a curvy posterior that could only be described as exquisite. Her striped scarf elegantly framed a graceful neck that disappeared into the V-neck of a crisp white button-down blouse, while a short, tight blue skirt showcased shapely legs encased in black pantyhose and perched atop four-inch heels. They were quite the outfit.

“Here’s your seat, Mr. Cappa. Would you like a glass of champagne before we take off?” The flight attendant offered, her voice dripping with practiced charm.

“Perhaps later, Jody, thank you. But I’d appreciate a blanket for comfort, and please call me Jon.”

She nodded, a genuine smile gracing her lips. “Of course, Jon. Just press this button if you require anything at all, and I’ll be right with you.” She then disappeared to retrieve a small, fleece blanket.

As I settled into my seat, a comfortable aisle seat that offered a superior view, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was different about this flight. The usual pre-flight drone of safety announcements faded into the background as my attention remained firmly fixed on Jody. She had taken off her shoes and propped one leg on her knee, massaging her foot with a small amount of focused attention. It was a small detail, but it provided an unexpected glimpse of her lower body. The sheer black nylons, not pantyhose as I initially assumed, revealed the smooth, pale skin of her thighs, an invitation that I couldn’t resist answering.

During the flight, the typical in-flight entertainment system was promptly ignored. I was too busy observing Jody, her movements, her expressions, her subtle shifts in posture. It was an involuntary act, a compulsion that I couldn’t seem to control. As she shifted her weight, her leg inadvertently brushed against my leg, sending a jolt of heat through me. Without thinking, I quickly averted my gaze, hoping she wouldn’t notice the length of time I’d been staring. However, a minute later, I couldn't help but glance in her direction again. She was smiling at me, and her finger pointed upwards, waving it in a playful gesture that read, "Naughty boy."

I quickly mouthed the words, "Sorry," then raised the back of my seat, pulling my attention back to my phone. But the image of her body, her confidence, her invitation, lingered in my mind. It was a potent combination, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to ignore it for long.

Approximately an hour into the flight, the meal service commenced. Despite my embarrassment, I hoped to be served by Jody. And she did not disappoint. A mix of emotions swirled within me; a desire to acknowledge her attention, coupled with a desperate need to maintain my composure.

“Hello, Jon,” she greeted me, her smile widening slightly. “I hope you’re enjoying the flight. Would you care for another drink?”

“Actually, yes, Jody,” I replied, forcing a casual tone. “Something with a bit of a kick, perhaps? A vodka martini, shaken, not stirred.”

“I’ll see what I can find,” she said, a playful glint returning to her eyes. “Since Covid, we haven’t been serving liquor, but I’ll check the stock room.”

“Make it a double,” I requested, my voice barely above a whisper.

She nodded and disappeared down the aisle, presumably to fulfill my request. Moments later, she returned, holding two miniature bottles of vodka and a small plastic cup filled with ice.

“Well, it seems like you’re having a lucky day, Jon,” she said, handing me the drink with a knowing smile. “You have no idea how fortunate you are.”

As she turned to return to her seat, she leaned in close, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I’m curious to know what you were looking at during the flight. The entire time I was rubbing my foot, you were staring at me.”

My embarrassment intensified. “I wasn’t looking at you,” I stammered, trying to maintain a semblance of composure. “I was simply admiring the view.”

“Oh, don’t insult my intelligence, Jon,” she countered, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Let’s not play coy. You were clearly captivated by my beauty.”

“Perhaps,” I admitted, unable to resist her gaze. “But I assure you, my interest was purely professional.”

She chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Let’s just say that I enjoy a bit of attention, Jon. And you certainly provided it.” She paused for a moment, her eyes locking onto mine. “Now, if there’s anything else you require, just push the call button. You can always count on me.” She then drifted back to her seat, leaving me to grapple with my growing desire and the uncomfortable realization that I had become the object of her attention.

As the hours passed, the cabin gradually filled with sleeping passengers, but not Jody. She remained in her seat, meticulously tending to her appearance, occasionally glancing my way with a mischievous smile. She had removed her shoes, and her legs were crossed elegantly, exposing a tantalizing view of her bare thighs. The black stockings, barely concealing the smooth, pale skin beneath, only heightened my arousal. She shifted her weight, inadvertently brushing her leg against mine, sending a fresh wave of heat through my veins.

Suddenly, she looked up, her eyes meeting mine. A slow, deliberate smile spread across her lips as she raised her hand and pointed to her lower body. "Feeling a bit restless, Jon?" she whispered, her voice laced with invitation.

I quickly averted my gaze, my heart pounding in my chest. But the desire was too strong to resist. I couldn’t help but glance back at her, and there she was, leaning back in her seat, her legs elegantly crossed, her gaze locked on mine. The sight of her body, her confidence, her blatant invitation, ignited a fire within me that I couldn’t contain.

A few hours later, as the sun began to set over the horizon, the in-flight service resumed. I ordered another round of drinks, this time opting for a potent cocktail that would help me forget the awkward encounter with the flight attendant. But my thoughts kept returning to Jody, her captivating presence, her playful glances, her suggestive gestures. The desire to see her again, to feel her presence, was overwhelming.

As she made her rounds, she spotted me and approached my seat. Leaning in close, she whispered, “Jon, did you enjoy the view from your seat?”

“It was quite pleasant, Jody,” I replied, trying to maintain my composure. “Although, I must admit, I found myself distracted by your company.”

“Distracted, you say?” She chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. “I wouldn’t be surprised. You have an undeniable effect on people.”

She paused for a moment, her eyes locking onto mine. “I’m going back to my seat now. If you need anything else, just push the call button. Don’t hesitate to let me know.” With that, she turned and walked back to her seat, leaving me to grapple with my conflicting emotions.

As she settled back into her seat, she began to subtly adjust her position, her movements deliberately provocative. She unzipped her dress, revealing a hint of cleavage, and then slowly tilted her head back, exposing her neck. The sight of her flawless skin, her graceful curve, sent a surge of heat through my body. I couldn’t help but stare, lost in her captivating beauty.

Just as I was about to succumb to my desires, she straightened up, grabbed her bag, and stood up to stretch her legs. She walked past my seat, her hips swaying rhythmically, and then made a quick stop at the lavatory. After a few moments, she returned, wearing a nurse’s uniform.

“Surprise, Jon,” she said, her voice dripping with amusement. “Fancy a bit of a role-play?”

My heart pounded in my chest as I realized what she was suggesting. The Mile High Club. It was an opportunity I couldn’t refuse. "Lead the way, Jody," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "Let's get this show on the road."

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