The Fly Girl {DummieBlondie X Alan23}

[Alan23]

Despite the amount of time he spent in planes, Nick Sellers had never become blase about it. There was just something about being in a long metal heavier than air tube, he felt, that never failed to get his heart racing. Somehow it seemed to symbolize the way the human race had triumphed over nature. And then there was the sheer ceremony of the situation... even the waiting in the lounge, the lining up to pass the gate, the walk across the tarmac, these things caused a lift in his spirits.

And then there were the flight attendants. There was just something about a girl in uniform, especially a uniform that symbolized (he made no bones about this, for he didn't really do guilt) servitude. These girls were here to wait on him, attend to his every whim. He was always polite and undemanding, yet the very fact that this was what they were for gave him a pleasant feeling of control. And the fact that they were all tall, slim and gorgeous didn't do any harm either!

Sure, he rarely went without in the sexual arena. But there was just something so very special, he felt, about a trolley-dolly!

He smiled slightly, causing the girl with the long black hair to blush just a little as he presented his ticket. Past her, he saw another... a blonde this time, also long-haired, tall and slim, with pouting, generous lips and a rack to die for...

Either one would do, he thought. But the blonde... she had the edge, he felt. He'd see how it went.

 

[DummieBlondie]

Jessica Peterson finally completed her morning routine after she had spent about one and half hours just like any day she had a flight. The twenty-three years old blonde bombshell was working as a flight attendee for two years and about six months ago, she started to work in the airlines which she was currently working. Hot-flight was a boutique airline company that specialized to have flights to places where other airlines do not have a flight.

Jessica carefully fixed her white stockings to her pink garter. Her stockings were stay-up kinds. However, the garter was somehow mandatory underwear for the flight attendants at Hot-flight Airlines. She wore the rest of her uniform which was a white jacket, a pink strapless blouse inside, and a knee long slit pink skirt that was tight enough to make it very hard to walk but the flight attendee. After that, she put on her five inches high heels. The heels were also mandatory even though they make doing it very hard to work. Especially, during long flights.

The hot blonde pulled her little luggage on its wheels as she walked through the airport along with a few of her colleagues however her beauty was standing out even though other girls were dressed in the same uniform neither of them was getting close to her level in sexiness.

As the flight time arrived, she started to welcome the passengers into the plane. Jessica had no idea one of those passengers who happened to travel in business class was eyeing her in the airport when the time she walked through the airport. "Welcome onboard and please carefully place your cabin baggage and kindly try not to block the aisle, thank you" She welcomed Mr. Nick Sellers into the plane.

 

[Alan23]

It was interesting, Nick thought, the way none of the trolley dollies (or "Flight Attendants" as he knew he ought to call them in these politically correct days) did not seem to like each other overmuch. The way the dark-haired girl (whose name, he now noticed, was Kenzie Larkin) was staring at the blonde, for example. The stare was directed at the back of the blonde's head, but with such a strong gaze that she must surely, Nick speculated, be aware of it. Or maybe not...

As to why she was looking at her with such hatred... well, he flattered himself he could maybe guess. He'd flirted just a little, with Kenzie, enough to elicit a smile, a slight widening of the eyes, a vestigial blush... and then, the moment he'd seen the blonde girl, Jessica, he'd switched his attention entirely to her. He had not been able to resist. Jessica's tight ass, the way her bubble-buttocks had swung under the too tight skirt, so tight he could even discern the outline of garters under it, the toss of her long blonde hair that bordered upon arrogance, yet was not without a certain studied quality, as if she were self-consciously putting on a show.

Kenzie had been put our, he knew. The slightly irritated expression that had flashed across her face, for the merest split second, had shown that. And then, when he'd overheard her talking to Timothy, the male attendant, and caught the venomously whispered phrase "arrogant little bitch" his suspicions had been confirmed. Kenzie was jealous, and... and this was a delicious feeling... jealous about him!

It never hurt, he felt, to have two girls competing for you. Partly because if you got nowhere with one, you could always fall back (or more accurately, he chuckled to himself, fall forward) onto the other, and partly also because it made them both try extra hard, especially if (as he suspected here) there was already a spark of enmity between them.

And when both girls were compared, while Jessica was the one that really attracted him, Kenzie would do as a substitute. Sure, she didn't have Jessica's pouty lips, or blonde locks, but her pale face framed by the dark hair, that would do.

H decided to wait and see if his theory was correct, and if so, how the competing girls would handle the situation.

 

[DummieBlondie]

Jessica walked the plane from head to tail and made sure that all of the passengers has seated and fastened their belts before the plane took off. The walk of bombshell blonde attendee looked like she was a supermodel who was doing a walk in Milano fashion week. Her perfect ass swung seductively in the tight skirt as she cat-walked on her five inches high heels on the aisle of the plane. And, it was obvious from her confidence that she knew she had turned a few heads to check her out as passed by.

She paid extra attention to the passengers who were flying in business class. Jessica made sure that she had made eye contact with all of them and waited enough for them to ask anything before moving to the next passenger.

She knew Kenzie really disliked her and saw her as a rival. However, everyone in the airways was aware of the fact that on any day Jessica would be the first pick for any flight instead of Kenzie. But, the blonde was also enjoying the little competition. It was her little game she enjoyed playing during the flights with Kenzie to grab the attention of the passenger she is taking care of.

As Jessica made sure that everything was in line she nodded her head to kenzie to make the announcement they were ready for a takeoff then she had her seat and feasted her seat belt.​

 

[Alan23]

Oh she is so fucking up herself, thought Kenzie, silently, as she went through the safety procedures, just look at the way she pouts those lips and flicks that hair. It's not sexy... it's just slutty. That guy in seat 36A would be so much better off with me, someone who has a certain amount of class and decorum, instead of that ridiculous bimbo. Someone intelligent, and witty, and refined...

But Kenzie was forced to contemplate the unpleasant truth That while being intelligent, witty and refined might encourage a potential partner to stay around after a relationship has begun, in the competition of actually getting to that point, looks, and general sexual attractiveness will win out every time. No male is going to nudge the arm of another male in a bar and say "Shit, man, look at the intellect on that!"

It just wasn't fair.

I mean, he smiled at me before he even looked at her, she thought, I was first. She stole him!

Kenzie, her jealousy flaring, found herself wishing all kinds of things that might befall Jessica. That some crumb-crunching kid would spew up all over her too tight, too short uniform. That she would fall off her ridiculously high heels and cripple herself. That she had accidentally smudged her lipstick, or caked her mascara when getting ready before the flight, or made some other grooming error. But no, fuck it, everything about the blonde was perfect.

Save for one thing...

Jessica was, as always, immaculate. Everything was perfectly and neatly in place, perfectly aligned and neat. The only tiny aberration she had made, and this was so small and insignificant no-one could ever have noticed or cared if they did, was that in zipping up her skirt when putting it on, instead of folding down the handle of the zipper once she had drawn it up, she had left it cocked up.

No, no-one else would have notice or cared, even Jessica herself. Yet for Kenzie... it was a delightful sight!

The uniform skirts supplied by the airline were of a type that had no fastening at the waist, but were held up simply by the zipper. Which, since the zipsper were of good quality could cause no issue whatsoever.

Yet what, it occurred to her, if the zipper happened to come open? What would happen to the skirt?

And what sort of an idiot would she look then? Certainly not the kind of girl who could possibly attract an obviously high-class alpha-male like Mr Seat 36A, that was for sure!

And now was her chance. Swiftly moving behind Jessica as she knelt over to atted to serving a passenger a cup of mint tea, Kenzie swiftly drew the zipper down a few inches. Too much and Jessica would have noticed. Yet since it was only down about half way the skirt was holding - for now.

Yet as Jessica sashayed around the plane, Kenzie knew, the wobbling of her hips and buttocks would send the zipper creeping steadily downwards until it reached the point of no return.

And then...