by Mike Connors
The Seductress of the Skies
By
Mike Connors
Index
Prologue
We’re Not In Kansas Anymore
A Really, Really Big Flight Is Cumming Up
Meeting The New Client
The Mile High Club
Epilogue
Prologue
She watched from the hood of her pickup truck, laying back against the windshield glass, as the plane flew by over the patch of land near her daddy’s farmhouse. She knew she would get out of this horrible hillbilly town soon, but she needed her high school diploma first, and she needed to save a little more from waitressing, before she could move to the city and get a job with a major airline. It had always been her dream to be a stewardess, but the dream had taken on a new allure in recent years. Her mind had turned to men, and she had thought about all the interesting men she would meet up in the skies, and the places she would visit. She wouldn’t do what her daddy wanted to do. She wouldn’t stay and help raise the goats, chickens, and cows on the farm. She wanted her life to be more than just being a subsistence farmer. She wanted to meet strange and exotic men. She wanted to see the beaches and the hills of foreign lands. There was everything to gain, and as far as she could see, nothing to lose. It was her dream to be a stewardess.
Every night, she would go out to the pickup truck, sometimes with a boy, and she would wait for the planes to pass by. It made her feel free, just watching them and thinking about it. It was something incredibly significant to her, even though it was something unnoticed by so many, because it represented her whole future to her. It was everything she had to hope for just two years down the line. It was a job, it was the world, it was men, and it was fun like she’d never had out here on the farm. She couldn’t stand the farm boys around her that hit on her. It was just too much for her to bear. They were so dumb and out of sorts. They had no plan in life. They had no direction. Most of them were just going to stay on their daddy’s farms and work there for a living. They had no plans to go off and see the world.
She had always had a fascination with strange, interesting men. She wanted to see what the world had to offer in that department. If she could just save up enough money to move to Chicago, and then get a job on an airline, she would meet more than enough men from around the world who would show her everything about the world and what it could be. But, for now, she was trapped. She was stuck in this little hellhole of a town. She had to bide her time and wait a couple of years. Then, she would be free, and she could go wherever she wanted in life. Who knows what she would do after her job at the airline? Hopefully, she wouldn’t end up waitressing again in Chicago. Hopefully, she would move on to a bigger and better job. She could only hope that things would start to move in the right direction for her. She had to build up her resume and get good references. She had to work hard and do something new that she’d never done before. She’d have to be on her best behavior and do everything as well as she could, or else she would risk losing her whole future and everything that was possible with the reality of living in one of the biggest cities in the world and then flying all around the world. She was going to keep a journal of every man she slept with. She was going to write about every great experience she had. This was going to be her time, and she would never think about this little town again.
We’re Not In Kansas Anymore
Her parents had named her Miranda, after her grandmother who had been a nun, but she was anything but. She tried not to think of all the boring old rules her parents had given her in that Podunk town growing up. She tried to forget all the boring country boys. She had always wanted more out of life.
She had grown up with endless miles of pasture and seemingly boundless acres surrounding her. Barns and farmhouses dotted the landscape. Farms full of ostriches, antelope, buffalo, cows, horses, emus, buffalo, and bulls could be seen for miles upon miles. She had thought that she would be more exposed growing up, but she went through high school in the small 2,000-person town she had always since she was a child. Nothing exciting had come into her life, and she hadn’t traveled anywhere. She couldn’t even think about college because her parents were subsistence farmers. She knew she had to get into a line of work that would expose her to the whole world so that she could put her whole boring past out of her mind once and for all.
She couldn’t stand the tiredness and boredom of her existence in that poor, tiny, ugly, shitty, and worthless town she had grown up in. It would be something that would always haunt her, always stick with her in some way, and always be a part of her. She couldn’t have anticipated the wildness and energy of the sex she would have at 30,000 feet up in the sky though. She couldn’t have anticipated the kind of sex she would have, the people she would meet, the places she would go, and the fun she would have high above the earth.
This was a girl who had grown up in a poor home, without much hope, but who had made it through high school with a lot of hard work and effort, in order to make straight A’s. She didn’t want to live in that Podunk town her whole life, and she knew her education was the path to her freedom. She had always been bright and naturally gifted, and yet she didn’t even want to take advantage of the scholarship to go to state college, a scholarship she had gotten because she was valedictorian at her high school. Instead, she wanted a job right away. She wanted to make money and buy things. She wanted to meet with, and sleep with, interesting men. She couldn’t wait to get her hands on some powerful older men because she was so sick of all the poor farm boys growing up where she had.
Right when she graduated high school, she knew she wanted to be a stewardess. There was something so exciting, so freeing about being up in the air. If she could get paid to be up in the air, then why not do that with her life? It beat a boring desk job where her main thrill would be an after-work cocktail with the new office intern and a forgettable night afterward. She wanted something more out of her life. She wanted to be able to travel, to meet exotic and interesting men, to ignore convention and defy the ordinary, and to feel something more – something that her friends back in the Podunk town where she grew up in would never get to experience. She had seen enough pasture and farmland for ten lifetimes, and she couldn’t stand the thought of having a boring life. So, she had moved to the big city and got a job as a flight attendant after high school. It was pretty easy, all in all, because the very basic requirements of the job required just a high school diploma, a perky attitude, and a sweet smile.
She met a lot of interesting people in the city that year. It was a bit of a culture shock to her, though, never having left a 2,000-person town and then taking a Greyhound bus to Chicago with the money she had saved up as a waitress at the only diner in town, Piggy Sue’s. It was a restaurant that specialized in pork products, because the owner had a farm with a lot of pigs on it, and he saved money by slaughtering his own pigs and using them in the majority of the dishes on the menu. She had served up more pork-based dishes than she cared to remember to save up enough tips to go to Chicago on a Greyhound bus and move into an apartment all her own. She would only be staying there for six months because she only had enough money to stay there for six months. Lucky for her, she set up the job in the last couple of months of her lease term. She was all ready to get up into the air, earn a living, and meet even more interesting people around the world. Every day since she had been in Chicago, she had explored as much of the city as she was able. She could barely take it all in. She tried to meet as many new interesting people as she could each day, and she had many interesting one-night stands and relationships during those first few months there. She
went to a new restaurant just every weekend, in order to save her money, and she had a pizza slice from a different pizzeria every day.
Her time in Chicago was a memorable time, and it was certainly special to her – because of its buzz and bustling activity, and its contrast to the little town she had grown up in. However, it was nothing like what she planned on experiencing with her new job as a stewardess. That was where she expected to meet really esteemed, powerful men – up in the air and in the exotic locales she traveled to on her flights. She was full of hope and wet with anticipation when it came to the possibilities of what her new job would bring. She had thought about this job since she had graduated high school. It was going to be her ticket to bigger and better things, and she could always come back and settle in Chicago as a receptionist when it was all over. She could meet new and interesting men in the city of Chicago once she had ended her career as a stewardess, and all the experiences she would have gathered up would make her an ideal match for many of the wealthy, worldly men who lived in Chicago. She was genuinely excited about all the possibilities laid open before her.
There was something genuinely erotic about her love of the airplane though. The rumble of the private jet taking off always turned her on, with 400 mph of phallic metal thrusting through the air, and then that feeling of floating, of being high, of feeling the rush… it reminded her of orgasm.
Eventually, her lease term ran out, and she joined the fleet of the major airline she had lined up. She had excellent grades in high school. She also put a lot of effort into the application. It had been a breeze to get the job. While she found it fascinating at first, it wasn’t everything she had hoped for, because one key element of her plan had been closed off to her.
Shortly after working for the major airline for a couple of years, she settled into the big city, into Chicago, and got a job as a receptionist. She just couldn’t bear all the restrictions of the airline. She never got a chance to have sex with any of the attractive, handsome men on the plane. There was too much bureaucracy. There was too much ordinariness to her job, and she had felt like maybe her aspirations and dreams of exploring the world and meeting interesting men on airplanes was not going to work out. She had decided to settle in Chicago for six months or so to give her time to line up a job as a private jet stewardess. She knew that if she could get a job with a private company that sent their flight attendants onto the private jets of the rich and famous, she might have a better chance of fulfilling her fantasies.
It wasn’t long after settling into Chicago that she got accepted for an interview with a private jet stewardess service. She would be sent out onto private jets to offer her services as a flight attendant for the rich, wealthy, and powerful – those rich enough to afford their own private jets.
She had gotten a job with Big Flights, and the name was what had attracted her to applying for the company in the first place. Certainly, she only wanted the biggest celebrities, the biggest paychecks, and the biggest you-know-what’s. She didn’t know what to expect, or what kind of clients her employer would line her up. True enough, her job was just to be a stewardess, not an escort, but she would look for every opportunity to take that level of service to the next level with her clients. She just couldn’t resist the idea of a big, powerful celebrity. Her hometown had been so boring, and she wanted to spend her whole life making up for how awful it had been. She wanted to make love to every big celebrity. She wanted to see every exotic locale – destinations off the main routes of the major airlines. This was her dream job, and she didn’t know what to expect. She kind of liked the idea of the surprise. She was turned on by not knowing, by not being in control. That’s why she liked flying so much. She knew that it was scary, but she liked the thrill. It sent a chill down her spine whenever the plane took her off, and it sent a chill up her leg too. She was turned on by terror.
A Really, Really Big Flight Is Cumming Up
This morning was the most exciting morning of her whole entire life. It was the day she went into Big Flights for the first time to sign in and get ready for her first private flight with a rich, suave businessman. She was 22 years old, blonde, blue-eyed, buxom, and full of orgasmic potential. She had no strings attached to anything. She had no obligations. She had finished her lease term just in time to be ready for her new job. She would be on a non-stop round of flights all year, passed around as a private flight attendant by a flight attendant contracting company. She would be on planes with strange, rich, interesting men for the next year. Anything could happen. She was told she might have to go on about 150 flights that year, and she just knew that this was going to be the wettest, wildest year of her life.
With her mind full of possibilities, she pushed open the glass front doors of Big Flights with a quick push and strode into the lobby with an air of energy and confidence. The executives and interns walking by, both male and female, stared at her as she walked in. She was jaw-dropping, beautiful, and almost unimaginably gorgeous. She was in her prime at 22, and she had just spent a couple of years at a major airline where she just didn’t have the opportunity to get all those sexual fantasies taken care of – being up in the air, romping and screaming, and with a strange, interesting man – but this was the first day of a big change in her life. Big Flights was definitely going to be the hardest and biggest challenge in her life thus far. She would meet 150 interesting travelers this year, and she had no idea what kind of wild sex to expect from these worldly and experienced travelers – at least those she could seduce.
She reached the front desk, and after a little flirtation with the attractive male intern, she finished signing in and received her brief for the flight that day. She was instructed to sit down in a chair in the lobby and learn as much as she could about the client. It was her job, as a private flight attendant, and as someone representing Big Flights, to offer the best-in-class, top-flight service that the Big Flights name really stands for. After all, Big Flights was for the biggest celebrities, movie stars, recording artists, musicians, executives, and high-profile clients that wanted only the best. The best definitely entailed customized, personalized service. Although, she planned on giving as many of these travelers, as many as she could seduce, a much more personalized service. She eagerly pawed at the manila folder to get at the enclosed brief describing who her client would be for the day, what his tastes were, and what his accomplishments had been. The flight attendants were expected to offer conversation with the clients, if they wanted it. They were expected to provide in-flight entertainment and company, but anything sexual was strictly forbidden, and it could result in firing. However, the private cabins were closed off to the pilot, and it would just be her and the traveler sitting in a big luxurious cabin 30,000 feet up in the air, maybe drunk or at least a little tipsy, and with nothing to do but get to know each other. She figured it would be pretty easy to seduce whoever she wanted, especially with her looks.
She eagerly pawed at the brief and ravished it with her eyes. She was so excited to see who would be her client for the day – and hopefully her first lay in the sky. She definitely wanted to join the Mile High Club, and nothing was going to stop her from getting into that club today. She was ready to go, and she didn’t want to wait a single day longer because that uptight major airline company had held her back so long. Sure, she had had a few lays in Chicago at her apartment, but nothing could compare to the thrill of sleeping with a rich, powerful man 30,000 feet up in the air. There would just be no comparison. Sleeping with Chicago college boys versus wealthy super-elite men, and being in the position of seducing them too, well, there was just no comparison. It was high time, pun intended, for her to see who this first client was going to be. She was already so wet just thinking about that jet, that rich client, and that privacy that they would share 30,000 feet up in the air.
She placed the manila folder on her lap, and she slid one hand down into her pants, only covered with the manila folder. She planned to get started, to get her engine running, bef
ore she ever met the client. She was going to get into it right here and now, in the lobby of Big Flights. The idea that she would be masturbating in front of everyone, without them knowing, was so arousing to her. She slid one hand down into her pants, and she started rubbing slowly as she read. She was already so wet just from the idea that she would be up in the air alone with exotic, interesting man, and she wanted to pleasure herself just reading about him before she ever even met him.
She had the manila folder opened with the introduction page opened in front of her, and she had already slipped down two fingers into her panties to get going. She was so impatient that she wanted to make sure that she got started as soon as possible. Plus, if the client didn’t respond to her advances, then she would have at least gotten the excitement about masturbating to her fantasy in the presence of other people. It was still sort of thrilling, even if it wasn’t the real deal, the Mile High Club fantasy she had since she had decided to be a stewardess early on in life.
She rubbed her clit in a slow motion, because that was how she liked to get started, nice and slow, but she had another reason for doing it very slowly too. She didn’t want anyone to notice what she was doing, of course. If there were sudden or jerking movements, then people would quickly glance over, see one hand slipped down underneath the manila folder, and then guess what was going on. It was a serious issue because it could result in her termination right there on the spot, and she had investigated for a long time the various ways one could masturbate in public without getting caught. If you weren’t careful, you could get caught. You might get fired. You might get a ticket. It could ruin your reputation and credibility on your resume. No employer wants to hire a convicted public masturbator. It could ruin a career.