I get special treatment, free drinks, and a blowjob from flight attendant.
Chapter 66:
FREE DRINKS
66. I had an early flight back from Atlanta to Orlando scheduled for departure at 7:10 a.m. I got to the boarding gate at 6:45 and there was no one at the counter to check us in. Then I saw the dreaded message on the digital sign above: Flight Delayed. It was a full flight, and the waiting area was crammed full of people. Dozens of little kids running around, tripping over luggage, screaming and squealing as the parents stared at their cellphones. I asked the closest person what the delay was. "I dunno. Said a couple hours."
This just added insult to injury. The brouhaha with the escorts and Tommy's shit-fest from the night before still etched in my brain and now this. I ambled to the closest bar. The hotel had provided plenty of coffee and a few pastries in the limo ride to the airport. But now, even though it was still very early, I needed something stronger.
The bar was packed even at this early hour. I snatched the last open stool at the end of the bar. "What’ll it be, mister?"
My signature morning drink after coffee and Kahlúa: "A Bloody Mary, gin, not vodka."
As the bartender assembled my drink I surveyed the crowd. Plenty of professionals, men, and women, all dressed in business casual attire, huddled over papers and laptops trying to impress one another and prepare for their upcoming meetings. Next to me sat a woman in her early 60s. She was nursing what appeared to be a tall Seabreeze. I struck up a conversation.
"You come here often?" I asked facetiously.
She looked at me, quickly assessing that I wasn't an ax murderer or a pervert (little did she know!). "Only on Sundays and alternate Thursdays. At $15.00 for a fucking Seabreeze I can only afford it as an occasional treat."
"What?! Only $15.00? I pay $18.00 where I come from. But half that is the delivery fee."
"Delivery fee? You can have these delivered? I never knew. I'll have to look into that." She smiled at me with a look inviting more of our lighthearted banter.
We both paid attention to our expensive drinks. "I'm Sailor" as I extended my hand. "I'm on my way back home after a reunion with some college buddies. You flying for business or pleasure? Coming or going?"
"Going back home. I've been visiting my daughter and grandkids here in Atlanta. Sadly, she's getting divorced, and we were making plans for her to move closer to me."
"Oh, that's terrible. I'm sorry to hear that. I hope everything works out okay, especially for the kids."
"Everyone knew that it wouldn't work out. Her husband is a piece of work. A total narcissist, always gaslighting her and is rarely at home. He flaunts his girlfriends in her face and generally makes life unbearable for her. I'll be glad once she's closer and I can spend more time with the grandkids."
We chatted aimlessly and I got the vibe that our casual encounter wasn't destined to go much further. Then the announcement echoed through the terminal "Delta Flight 2204 now boarding, Terminal S."
"That's my flight. It's been a pleasure talking with you, uh ... Mrs. ... um, I didn't catch your name."
"I'm Barbara. Barbara Cleary. And I'm on the same flight! Imagine that." We both gathered our things and scurried to the boarding area, now comrades in arms.
As we boarded, the flight attendant from the Ritz, Claire, was greeting passengers. When she saw me, her face lit up in a killer smile. "Good morning, Mr. Sailor! I hope you enjoy your flight. Sorry for the delay." Her formal business demeanor gave way to a twinkle in her eye and a brief touch on my arm.
"Good morning, Claire! You're looking particularly ravishing today. And, for the record, my morning cocktail is a Bloody Mary, gin, not vodka."
"Duly noted, Mr. Sailor."
As I slowly passed through the packed cabin, my eyes kept finding one piece of eye candy after another. It was enough to get my loins stirring. I found my favored seat in the last row. Much to my surprise, Barbara was seated next to me.
"Well, isn't this a stroke of fate" I remarked.
"It certainly is. I'm guessing that you're a regular on this flight. You and the attendant seemed to have a connection."
"Oh, no real connection. It's just that we were staying at the same hotel in Atlanta and we bumped into each other there, so to speak."
As soon as the fasten seat belt light went off, the galley behind me became a flurry of activity as the flight attendants prepared their beverage cart. Suddenly, a Bloody Mary appeared on my seat tray, seemingly out of nowhere.
Barbara's eyes flew wide open. "They haven't even started serving yet and these seats are too small for first class. I'm impressed. How'd you arrange that?"
I smiled at her and took a big sip of my drink. "Seabreeze, wasn't it?" Just then the cart wheeled past headed to the front of the plane and Claire was not involved. With only three attendants in the coach cabin, that meant that Claire was still in the galley. I jumped up and found her, busy getting the next cart prepared. She was off to the side near the fuselage, bent over at the waist getting something from a lower cabinet. As we couldn't be seen from the cabin, I stepped up behind her, grabbed her hips, and pushed my groin against her pretty ass.
Surprised, she lurched up and spun around. "What the ..." then recognizing me "...Oh, it's you. Thank goodness." We embraced and I gave her a soulful kiss. "Not now, Sailor! I'm busy working, can't you see?"
"I just wanted to thank you. Not just for the drink." I winked at her, and she blushed. "Any chance my seatmate could get a Seabreeze?"
I sat back down and not more than 15 seconds later Claire produced a Seabreeze for Barbara. Claire eyeballed her, then scowled at me before rushing back to finish her work.
"Wow! Now I'm really impressed" Barbara said between gulps of her drink. "What's the deal, Sailor. Do you have naughty pictures of her or something?"
I laughed a hearty laugh. "No. No pictures. But let me share a bit of wisdom and experience with you. A little sex can go a long way with most people."
We sat in silence as the pilot addressed the passengers on the overhead. We discovered that it was 85° and raining in Orlando. When the beverage cart got to us, I ordered another round. No money was requested. Claire had seen to that.
When the beverage cart had been put away, the other two attendants began roaming up and down the aisle picking up trash. That left Claire alone in the galley, breaking down the beverage service. I rose to visit the bathroom. Claire's back was to me, so she didn't notice me as I opened the bathroom door. I stepped inside leaving the door open. I unzipped and pulled my soft dick through the zipper fly.
"Pssst, pssst. Claire. Oh, Claire. Like what you see?" She looked around furtively, checking on her colleagues. Then she stepped into the bathroom with me and closed the door. We hugged briefly before she sat on the toilet. Her hand was warm as it drew my cock into her mouth. The wetness, her tongue and the context made her bobbing head a short lived ordeal. I erupted in my first orgasm of the day within moments.
"That was quick" she complained. "Better than nothing but, I guess, under the circumstances, the best I can hope for."
The flight lasted only long enough for one more round of a Bloody Mary and a Seabreeze magically appearing in front of Barbara and me. When they appeared a surprised Barbara said "I'm not sure what it is, maybe a foot-long dick, I don't know. But you certainly have a way about you."
As Barbara and I made our way together through the terminal I was busy on my phone ordering an Uber ride. "It's been fun having you as a travel companion, Barbara. We'll have to do it again sometime. For now, though, I need to catch a ride to Titusville where my boat is."
"Titusville! That's where I'm going, too! Mind if we share a ride?"
"Not at all. Anything to extend my time with you. You're very congenial. Why spoil a good thing before it's time?"
"Sometimes getting spoiled is fun" she said as we piled into the car.