Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Flight Fantasy: 1 Every red blooded American male has had, at one tor another, a fantasy about stewardesses. I am no different. This is not my fantasy, however this actually happened.

By the tI was 30, I had served my obligation to the military for my education and been married and divorced. About that tI was recruited by a small plastics company in Temecula, California whose boss/owner Leonard was this genius at plastics. He said he was going to build a company around ssimple rules and he wantedto help him.

Over the next five years the company grew 100% each year so we had to contract with plants in Taiwan and Sidney, Australia to help us keep up with the medical specialty plastics we were designing. Len gavethe nod and the title to manage the overseas production so I started the trips between LA, Taiwan and Sidney every month. I would fly to Taiwan, stay a few days, then off to Sidney for a few more, and then home. Because of the schedules and destinations the travel bureau had hooked us up with Quantus with a corporate account that gave us first class for the sprice as full coach.

During this tI had met Donna, a lovely southern girl from Atlanta who had cto LA to seek her fortune as an actress. Her talent as a legal secretary was far superior to her acting talent so she finally settled for "extra" work on call and a steady paycheck. She would spend snights at my place but there was something missing. I got the impression there was a level of desperation in her relationship with me. It gavepause when I considered I was nothing more than a means to an end - something about a clock ticking.

On one of the flights on Quantus to Taiwan, the first class stewardess (alias flight attendant) was this stunning Eurasian named Cheryl Hiu, at least according to her nametag. She had this smile that lit up her face and dark eyes that penetrated without invasion. Her voice was silky and she had a natural laugh that was infectious. We casually chatted during the flight about mostly nothing important. She had a wonderful way about her. I kept thinking about her afterwards during my stay in Taiwan.

What a surprise when I got on the plane four days later and there she was again on the trip to Sidney. She smiled broadly atand welcomedby name. The plane was full so we didn't get much chance to follow up on our conversations.

During the next three weeks I couldn't get her out of my mind. Even when Donna and I were together or even making love Cheryl was on my mind. I had to do something about this soon. I am not an obsessive person by nature, but she was having the seffect onas if I was. It was maddening - especially the fantasy dreams I was having. On the next trip to Taiwan she wasn't part of the crew and, to say the least, I was disappointed, but on the leg back to LA there she was. My grin must have shown how happy I was to see her. She apparently was pleased to seeas well. I got this big smile and svery attentive service for the flight.

She explained that there were three crews that worked that route and, depending what day I left would determine which crew would be in service. As the first class section was almost empty, after her first meal service she sat next toand we got a chance to talk smore. She was intelligent and witty and absolutely dazzling. During the conversation she had turned towardand her skirt rode up her legs and I had a hard tconcentrating. They were toned and tanned to perfection. To make it worse, she would accent her speaking by touching my arm or my leg. Sometimes she let her hand linger, especially on my thigh. I reciprocated by lingering on her arm or shoulder. I'm a tactile person so my reaction was immediate.

"You sound a little off course tonight, everything OK" she asked about halfway into our talk.

"Oh, I am breaking up with my girl when I get back. I'm gone a lot, which isn't fair, and I think she is getting a little desperate." I don't know why I was saying this but she was real easy to talk to. I went on to explain more.

As she stood to serve the next meal, she said "She doesn't know what she is pushing away. You're awfully nice." We had more tlater. I asked her to have dinner within LA. She said it wasn't something she should do, besides I was on the rebound. I asked her to think about it and gave her my card on which I wrote my htelephone. "The cell number works anywhere in the world if you feel you want to talk." I added. All I got was "Thanks!" When I asked for her telephone number she politely refused. "Not yet" was all she said. For the next three weeks I searched for her in the telephone book and any other source I could find. I must have called 250 people. None of them knew her. I considered the fact she might be someone's significant.

As luck would have it she was on my next flight to Taiwan a month later. I got the sbig greeting and that tremendous smile. I was one of three people in first class so we had plenty of ttogether. She cand sat down next toagain. We started where we had left off.

"So how goes it with Donna?" she asked. I couldn't believe she remembered her name.

"We ended it last trip when she said she was going hto Atlanta. Her reasoning was she wanted to take care of her father for the six months he had left. He was diagnosed with cancer. She also said she wanted to think about our relationship and couldn't do it in her current location - too many distractions. So I guess it doesn't go at all. Truthfully, I'm not sorry. Single has been great for the last couple of weeks. The word got out to her girlfriends. If those are her friends I would hate to meet her enemies!" "I'm happy for you if that's what you want." she said with a smile that would boil an egg. "Find anybody interesting?" Curious question but I was really into her at the moment and let if fly.

"Yes I have but I have an awful tgetting her to connect - even for something as innocuous as coffee or dinner. She is gorgeous, talented, smart, has a good job that she loves and I think she is open for a relationship. I'm beginning to think I have spinach in my teeth or something. All I get is a brush-off - nicely but still a brush- off." "That must be awful for you. You're a good-looking guy, smart, successful and outgoing. Just be persistent and you may win her over eventually. Sgirls what to make sure it isn't a one night thing." "How would they know?" "Most guys give up if it is too difficult. There are enough girls that are very willing very early. Sare more discerning." "What advice can you giveto win her over?" "Ask her to go to dinner at her favorite restaurant and suggest you meet her there. That way she can get up and leave at any time. Maybe she'll feel more comfortable - enough to say yes." "OK, I will take that approach. She is a pretty amazing woman and I really want to get to know her better." "Couldn't hurt" she responded with a smile.

"So where is your favorite restaurant?" "You were talking about me?" "Yes - I can't seem to get you out of my mind so I figure there is something important that I need to pay attention to. I'd like to know you better and let you learn more as well. And this is no pickup line. I'm sincere." "Where are you staying in Taiwan?" she asked in response.

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"We stay there as well because of the airline's contract. I don't know why I'm going to do this, but believe you buty are sincere. My curiosity is getting the better of- enough to relent. Besides, the hotel has a first rate restaurant and we can eat there. Say about 7:30?" "I accept with pleasure madam" I answered with the biggest and most sincere smile I could muster. She smiled in return and I was dead meat and I knew it.

She shared a cab with the rest of her crew even though I had offered to share mine. I checked in and took a shower. I dressed casual in a pair of slacks and a blazer and headed for the bar. Promptly at 7:30 she walked in. I had already paid the tab and I crossed the bar to meet her. She was wearing a little black thing about mid-thigh and scooped neck showing just a hint of her cleavage. It had spaghetti straps to hold it up and she had a scarf draped around her shoulders. She was just magnificent in the way she stood and the countenance that glowed through.

"You look absolutely stunning" I offered as I approached. She smiled and did a little curtsy. I do believe she was blushing, if that is something Orientals do. "Thank you sir - you clean up nice too" she had only seenin travel clothes - " but lets get our table - I'm starving" and giggled at her forwardness. The dinner was marvelous, the company and conversation like nothing I had ever had, and the evening passed way too quickly. We talked about everything.

"It's late and I need to go" she explained. "I have to be back at the airport by 9:00 and the bus leaves at 8:30." I walked her to her room and thanked her for a wonderful evening. I bent to kiss her and she put her hand on my lips to stop me.

"It was a perfect evening, let's not ruin it." She looked deeply into my eyes tellingsomething. I gazed back at her and marveled at her beauty. The intensity was incredible.

"Until next time" I responded and kissed her hand. She smiled then and turned the knob on her door. As she was closing the door she smiled again. "Thank you for a perfectly wonderful evening." "We will do this again." "I hope so" she said and closed the door.

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