Jennifer and I have worked together for a long time. We first met towards the end of our training program in Chicago. During training we confided in each other that we wanted to become flight attendants for the sex. Both of us had grown up in a small town with the same people. Flying all over the country we thought would give us more opportunities to explore our boundaries. We wanted to be free and live a little before doing what was expected of us. We both chose to work for United, as they give their flight staff more flexibility in “meeting the customer’s needs. ”

Over the past two years Jennifer and I have shared plenty of adventures. Both of us prefer men, but we also like to “perform” and we’re comfortable with each other. We’ve had plenty of pilots, businessmen and even bartenders in crew hotels. Some of the bartenders we’ve hit two and three times, just because we could. The two of us seem to have more success together than we do apart. We’ve decided that men feel there’s less risk if two girls are involved. No one wants an embarrassing he – said – she – said situation. Most guys seem to fantasize about threesomes anyway. There is no shortage of men looking for some variety, especially when two blondes are taking the lead.

It does help that Jennifer and I have similar tastes in both men and seduction techniques. We make a good team. When we know we’re going to fly together we always prepare. Sometimes it’s a tighter dress, sometimes it’s sexier lingerie and sometimes it’s both just because we feel like it. Yesterday was one of those days we wanted to play. Neither one of us has had much fun lately, and I was horny as hell.

We both wore the uniform dress, but I kept my hair down. It feels sexier than the tight bun that’s asked of us. Jennifer’s bleached blonde hair was pulled back off her face, but she kept the back long and free. We both decided to wear our pink lace bras, but we thought we’d skip the panties. That’s part of our fun, nothing brightens a tired businessman’s day more than a little crotch shot when he least expects it. Besides, I’d just upgraded my wax job and I was anxious to show it to somebody.

Our day was mostly back and forth between Chicago and Denver, but our last flight was the Denver to San Francisco leg. We like flying into SFO as lots of flights get delayed and many business travelers get stranded overnight with no plans. The City has a sexy feel to it even though the airport hotels are far from the city fun. Bored, tired men are easy targets for play dates. They are what keep this job interesting for us. Beverage services and overhead storage arguments are the downside to being able to cherry pick sex partners.

Friends have asked me if I feel bad about the games I play. I’m not picky about married or not married. Truth be told, the married ones are more fun. They don’t ask for phone numbers and they are beyond easy to turn on. As soon as you take your top off, most of them have full erections. I don’t feel bad about it. No one’s falling in love, they are not emotionally betraying anyone. I’m simply providing a stress relieving fantasy world where everyone benefits. I have a thing for erections. I never like to see the same one twice.

Some men do try to pay me, which is fine, but I’m not in it for the money. I just like erections. I like being pleased by a different man, a different tongue, a different dick. Each guy is unique, each has his own take on play, and I like the variety. Some are more satisfying than others, but they all feel good. There is a freedom in not caring about these men. I simply want what they can give me and I want it hard.

Jennifer and I decided we’d find a playmate on this last flight. There had been sever weather most of the day and lots of flights had been delayed or canceled. It was the perfect last flight with travelers sure to be stranded in SFO after missing late night connections.

As luck would have it, Jennifer and I were assigned to the first – class cabin. We smiled knowingly at each other as we read our post in the crew lounge. Both of us were in the mood to play. Both of us were enjoying the panty free day in anticipation of our night.

As we walked to our departure gate, our eyes darted back and forth across the crowd, looking for something interesting. “No meat yet, ” Jennifer said with her crazy smile, tossing her bleached hair out of her eyes. “We’ll find him, ” I said, adding, “I can feel it. ” Jennifer teased me about feeling it between my legs as we followed the less fun pilots down the corridor. We agreed they probably had nothing to offer us.

As the tired travelers boarded, we smiled making eye contact, per protocol. Both of us noticed a taller man, brown dress slacks and white button down with sport coat. He was probably in his 40’s, with sandy brown hair. He approached his first – class aisle seat, as I let my hand linger on his forearm asking if he’d like me to hang up his sport coat. He barely noticed me. Jennifer shook her head, as if somehow I’d flirted wrong. She tried, bending over ever so slightly offering him a drink. The flight was only a few hours and we like to weed out the duds from the potentials before take off. She seemed disappointed her lace framed cleavage couldn’t get this guy either.

I wrote him off and examined other men I wanted to see hard. There was an older guy that had some swagger, but he didn’t do much for Jennifer. She gave me the “no way” nod. She welcomed a guy on her side with some potential, leather jacket worn jeans, could be fun. I saw her chatting with him, touching his shoulder in casual conversation, he looked entertained to say the least. She’d made her pick.

A few minutes before the door closed another guy arrived, he looked relieved and tense at the same time. You could tell he’d been traveling most of the day and was just sweaty enough that he’d made a run for it. Jennifer could have the leather jacket; I was setting my sights on this guy. His jeans were a bit loose, but I could see the potential.

He was athletic in build with a calm vibe about him. He was unshaven yet looked more like a business traveler than a Silicon Valley tech player. I don’t mind sleeping with big ego tech guys, but they’re always self – centered lovers. I was in the mood for some attention myself tonight and this guy looked like he might be willing to service me. I approached him and offered him water with a smile and a warm hand on his shoulder. “You made it, ” I said extending my hand with the glass as I gripped his shoulder. “Can I get you anything else?” I offered. I knew it was too early to get the answer I was really looking for, but I couldn’t help myself. I knew this guy had what I wanted tonight.

“Red wine, ” please. His brown eyes had a little green ring around them. His smile was flirting with me. I liked it. I returned to the galley and told Jennifer I’d found my erection. I was already starting to picture him without his pants off. Plus, he had my kind of shoulders.

Jennifer thought she saw him take a picture of her. “Perfect” was my response. I like a guy that collects entertainment for later. I returned with his wine and pressed my leg against his knee. I made eye contact and smiled as I placed the wine in front of him. His eyes glanced at my breasts as I placed the glass. I was disappointed in myself. I hadn’t arranged myself before delivering his wine. I know just how to adjust my uniform to show off a bit, and I hadn’t done it. I was hoping he’d want another glass after take off.

As the pre – flight requirements continued, I thought I saw him take a photo of me as well, but then it looked like he’d sent it to someone. “Maybe he has a buddy, ” I thought. “Or maybe a kinky lover at home that likes to know where her man gets his appetite. ” Either way, this guy was shaping up to be just what I wanted.

After take off Jennifer focused her attention on my guy too. Turned out Leather Jacket was from the City. It’s always harder when guys are local. The out of town guys are usually more playful when they’re on the road. Less inhibited too.

Jennifer discovered he was trying to connect to a smaller plane, last flight out tonight. We both hoped for a weather or tower delay. This guy was definitely our type. Tired, but not angry. He was frustrated, but not depleted. I watched him closely as he drank his wine. We both liked the way he moved his tongue. We decided he knew how to use it. I brought him a second glass without asking. I arranged myself just right this time, hoping he’d take a good long look.

He accepted the second pour just as I thought he would. He looked at the wine, looked at my pink lace trimmed breasts, then looked at me, as I held myself steady. I was hoping he’d like what he saw. His second glance was longer. I stayed still to make it obvious I was enjoying his eyes on me. “The wine is very nice tonight, ” he said, not taking his eyes off my breasts. “I’m glad you like it, ” I offered in return. I moved my hips in just the right way as I returned to the galley. I could feel his eyes on me.

As the flight continued, he chatted with both of us equally. He got a nice look at Jennifer too. We were sure he noticed our matching pink lace trim, because he asked more than once if we were friends. Jennifer got bold and told him, “Oh, Liz and I have been playmates for a long time. We have loads of fun together. ” You could see the look on his face change as he wondered, or visualized, what type of fun.

With about an hour left in the flight, I went for it. I opened the overhead bin door above him. I placed my right leg on his armrest apologizing for the inconvenience. I raised my arms to “adjust” something in the back of the bin. While other customers were focused on my arms and what I was adjusting, my guy’s face was even with my new wax job. I moved my knee outward a little to make sure he could take me all in. When I closed the bin and put my foot back on the floor, I knew my message had been delivered.

He didn’t say a word, but his eyes and smile told me he enjoyed the view. I started to think more about my evening. As we prepared the cabin for landing, all I could think about was his tongue on that wine glass. How I wanted to feel it on my lips, then my nipples and between my legs. I could feel myself swell. I thought about sucking him off as I shook my ass in his face from my knees. Or maybe I just wanted to fuck him. I couldn’t decide. For some reason I wasn’t much in the mood to share this guy with Jennifer. There was something about him that seemed he would enjoy pleasing each one of us, but only one at a time. I thought about watching him please her and then having to wait my turn. I could feel my nipple stiffen as I took my jump seat for landing.

I could see Jennifer was lost in her own thoughts of conquest. We were both looking at him and undressing him with our eyes. We were both hungry and in a mood. We both wanted him to have us. It was just going to be a question of who got to have him first.

The plane touched down 20 minutes late. I was happy the evening was going to unfold as I wished. I was dripping with anticipation. Whoever this guy was he was sexy as hell. I wondered if he had a lover. “Lucky her, ” I thought to myself anxious to have him too.

As we pulled up to the gate, I waited at the end of the aisle, per protocol. I wrote the name of the hotel we were staying at on a card and wrote, “the bar here has an excellent wine list. ” I handed it to him as he walked past me. He smiled at my breasts again. As he walked toward the door, he passed Jennifer. Before he exited the plane, he stopped in front of her and handed her my card back. “Thank you both for the excellent service, but I’m going home tonight. ”

We both watched him walk away. Whoever he was going home to was one lucky lady. At least we had whet his appetite for her.