An erotic story, originally posted on my Lust Illustrated Site. I’m doing all that stuff over here now. Not Femdom, just a bit of fun.)
AMY: Breakfast is Nearly Ready
This was my first glimpse of Amy.
I know, right?
Sir?’ she said. ‘Your breakfast is nearly ready.’ I think this may have been the only time she has ever called me sir, so far. The fantasy that she was serving me lasted about twenty seconds.
I stared into her eyes then I sat up blearily, wondering where the hell I was. A vague memory came back to me, of being moved into Business Class in the early morning, when they worked out I was an infection risk. I’d been sent to Malawi, working on an AIDS project and somehow thought I’d be immune to malaria because I was only there a few weeks. Guess which dumbass got malaria anyway? Yeah. You got it.
I looked around the cabin and realised there really isn’t anyone else in this section. The flight is to JoBurg. We should be there by now. What time is it?
‘Uuuuhhhh.’ I say. She may never let me forget this is the first thing I said to her.
‘What is it, sweaty?’ she says.
Sweaty? Did she say sweaty or sweetie? Either would be annoying. I want to be angry with her but she smells like jasmine.
‘Uhhhh.’ This is my second vocal effort to her. A bit shorter, but still pretty pathetic.
‘Do you need anything?’ she says. ‘Breakfast will be here shortly’. She is still smiling.
‘Water.’ This is my first proper word.
‘No, silly. No water on planes. It’s not allowed.’
‘Whuh’?’ I said.
‘Because it could be an explosive. I don’t want you to get all blowed up.’
‘But I have malaria,’ I said. Finally, a sentence. Subject, verb, the whole thing. Maybe she will be impressed.
‘Malaria! Really? I must the only person on the entire plane who didn’t know that!’ she says, rolling her eyes.
Christ, have they deliberately given me the single most annoying hostess in the entire world? Feels like it at the moment. I am sweaty, it’s true, and delirious and starting to wonder if this is a dream.
‘Did you want something from your cabin luggage?’ she says, reaching for it. ‘I saw a big butt plug when I was looking in there earlier.’
‘Whuh?’ Yes, that’s right. After one complete sentence, I’m back to the caveman stuff again.
‘That’s right. After you asked me to show you my tits and then passed out, I looked in your cabin luggage to see if you were a pervert. And I found your NJoy. You want it with breakfast?’
‘What? Hang on. I said what to you?’
‘You asked if you could see my tits.’ she grins. ‘Very rudely. You were quite awful.’
It’s on the cabin video log if you want me to get the other cabin crew to check for you’, she says.
‘Uhhhhh. Look, I’m really sorry. I must have been in a fever or something. I have malaria.’
‘How nice for you.’ she says. ‘Anyway, I showed them to you, and you passed out.’
‘Whuh?’ Yep, Í said it again. There wasn’t much else to say.
‘Man, conversation with you is hard work,’ she says. ‘I said, I showed you my tits, and you passed out….’
After that, she just stood there smiling like I am mouse, and she is holding me by the tail.
The moment was not brief. I sat there with mouth open, until the sweat from my forehead dripped onto my nose. She was fresh as a daisy.
Did she really flash me? I can dimly recall it actually happening. But maybe I am imagining it and she is just messing with me. Her smile is impossible to read.
Finally, a call bell rings in Economy, and she starts to move away.
‘Wait!’ I say. ‘Ummm…’ Great job. I wish I didn’t feel so terrible or I might have been able to at least say something.
‘I like you more when you are delirious,’ she says loudly. ‘You’re kinda more direct. Anyway, enjoy your buttplug!’
Then she walks off and one of the other staff brings me my breakfast, and water, and head towels, and apologizes for the delay, and tells me I will be in Cairo in half an hour.
Cairo? Why the fuck did I check on to plane to Cairo?