Diary of a Long haul Stewardess
It was as Stu started to undo the clasp of my bikini top with one hand, his mouth covering mine that I came to my senses. What was I doing? I deserve better than this- not to be just another notch on his belt. How many had he impressed before me with his handiness with a boat? Let alone his handiness with a bikini top which I can tell you was not going quite as smoothly as he must have hoped.
I’m not that desperate I need a quick session, standing against the wall in my hotel room. Nice as the thought of it may be. He was pretty fit and all that and I can’t say I wasn’t tempted, but a) he had a girlfriend, b)I still hadn’t told Matt it was all over and c) if I was thinking of a c whilst he was fumbling so much with a simple catch that he had to use two hands to undo it then it obviously wasn’t the ‘Affair to Remember’ for me.
So just as my red bikini top imploded and hung from its halter strings around my neck and down the centre of my breasts like a a splash of tomato ketchup between two fried eggs, [I am pleased with how my tan is coming along,] I pushed Stu gently away. After a bit of a struggle, as the material was all tangled up, I fixed my top, secured my dignity and was able to face him. Shame, he did taste so delicious - of salt and sun and was obviously getting all hot and bothered in anticipation. But best to stop it there as I wasn’t going through with it. I reasoned he’d had a good eyeful of my breasts so maybe that would compensate him a bit and make him think it hadn’t all been a waste of time. I told him that now wasn’t the right time and that with pick- up only a short time away I needed to get showered and packed. He offered to shower with me. Bless. Give him full marks for trying but I persuaded him that it was best left as it was and eventually I got him out of the door. I showered, packed and got myself down to the lobby in time for check- out and got ready to get on the bus with the rest of the crew. Stu got behind me and pinched my bum as I was boarding so at least I know there’s no hard feelings. We’ve got a night in London then off over the pond to Chicago next.
I didn’t know how I wanted it to end but after spending the day on the beach with Stu with maybe further encounters on the Chicago part of the trip, I was feeling up beat on the flight home. I’m so out of practise at this game. Being with Matt for so long, I’ve forgotten how the whole seduction/dating malarky goes. Sometimes that’s exciting especially being crew as it seems anything goes when you’re away from Blighty, but it’s also a bit scary. Part of me is restrained and sensible but it fights with the other very naughty side of me that just says, to hell with it- go for it girl.
Men are so funny. Stu’s girlfriend is also crew and we picked her up on the way home to take her back to Heathrow. When I heard she was on board I couldn’t help but wander upstairs to have a look. I asked him which seat she was in and I could almost see the sweat pouring off his brow as I sauntered along the aisle pretending I was checking the cabin so that I could look her over. She was in a window seat. I know I shouldn’t have but I couldn’t resist leaning over to ask her if everything was ok. I could almost feel his panic as he was out of earshot watching from the galley. Why he should be playing away from home, I don’t know, she looked lovely. If I was in the sisterhood I would have fessed up to her and revealed what a cheating rat he was, how he’d had my top off and would have gone the whole way if I’d let him. Poor girl, she deserves better.