The Stewardess

"Do you look your very best?"

Under her breath, Carol said, "You bet your ass I do," and walked down to the boarding gate. She had done a little extra work on herself this week, like getting a facial, having her hair and nails done, along with extra time working out. She also bought some very expensive perfume she liked, a very sexy outfit, and underwear that could bring tears to a man's eyes.

As she walked past security, she put a little sway in her step. Some of the people in line could be on her flight, and having people watch her from behind helped get her in the mood for this. She was still a bit nervous.

Carol didn't want to just pick any man from a flight. She was not desperate. However, ever since she decided to do this, she'd been looking forward to it. Like most people, she had a mental checklist of her requirements for a companion, but now, she was just looking for someone close enough to satisfy her for one night.

She was looking for someone interested in her (which most men were), good-looking, in good shape, older than her but not too old, tall, well-groomed, wearing nice clothes, nice smile, and preferably not married. He had to be interesting, polite, well spoken, confident and he had to like women as people and not as pieces of meat. It would be nice if he were staying at a 4 or 5-star hotel. A guy like that should be easy to find, she thought, laughing at herself.

On the flight to LA, Carol thought that she'd practice her flirting skills, but she didn't see anyone that came close to what she was looking for. Most of the guys were short, fat, and bald. She was losing hope. From LA to Chicago, she was stuck in the galley when the passengers boarded, so she didn't get to check them out.

Once the seat belt sign went off, she went out to take drink orders. One of the passengers had left their carry-on bag sticking out into the aisle. Carol wasn't paying attention to where she was going, because she was scoping out the passengers for any suitable men. She caught her toe on the bag and began heading down to the cabin floor, face first. A strong arm reached out and caught her, saving her from a nasty fall.

As she regained her orientation, she noticed that the arm that caught her was directly over her breasts. She righted herself and realized the strong arm was wrapped in a $1000 suit. As she looked up further, she saw that the strong arm and suit belonged to a handsome man, a very handsome man.

"Are you alright?" the handsome man asked.

Carol's started through her mental checklist.

Handsome. Check.

Good-shape. She weighed 120 pounds, and he caught her with one arm. Check. She remembered the feeling of his arm across her breast.

Older than her. He looked to be in his late thirties to early forties. Check.

Wearing nice clothes. He was in a very nice suit, and it fit him well, it fit him and his broad shoulders, very well. Check.

Tall and well-groomed. Check.

"Yes, thank you for catching me, that would have hurt," Carol said. "I'm not usually that clumsy."

"Hi. I'm Robert Swanson," he said, holding out his hand to shake.

"I'm Carol Walker," she said. She shook his hand and didn't see any evidence of a ring. Check. Bonus points for warm and soft, but strong hands.

Politely introduced himself. Check.

"Let me get you a drink. What would you like?" she asked.

"Scotch, neat."

A man's drink, she thought. She got him his drink and then had to take drink orders from other passengers.

There was a full meal service on this flight, so Carol had to take dinner orders. When she got to Robert, she asked, "Robert, would you like the chicken or steak."

Smiling, Robert replied, "What does the chef recommend?"

Carol smiled and said, "I don't know about the chef, but the steak is pretty good."

"Your recommendation is good enough for me."

Nice smile and a sense of humor. Check.

After dinner, she walked by Robert several times. As she did, she touched him on the shoulder or arm and asked him, "Can I get you anything, Robert?"

She asked one of the other stewardesses to watch him after she did a walk-by to see if he was checking her out, and he was. Everything was going well, and she was ready to say yes, except he hadn't asked her out or given her his card.

It turned out that there was weather over Chicago, and traffic was stacked up. They would have to circle for probably an hour before they could land. Carol usually hated when this happened, especially at the end of a long flight. The passengers got very cranky and would say stupid things like "could you check with the captain and see how long it going to be," or the mad passengers would say "I paid good money for this flight and I expect it to land on time."

Robert just kept reading his book. The crew didn't have much to do either. Everything was stowed for landing, so their job was done until the weather cleared. Carol had time to talk to Robert for a few minutes.

"Why are you going to Chicago?" Susan asked.

"I work in advertising back in LA. and I'm out here to meet with a new client."

Susan said, "I like this flight, but it has a twelve-hour layover in Chicago. Twelve hours doesn't give me enough time to do much, and sometimes I get bored. I don't really like hanging out with the crew, so I usually just stay in my room," Sharon said. "Where do you stay when you're in Chicago?"

"The Palmer House," he said. The Palmer House was the best hotel in Chicago. Double check.

"Oh, I love The Palmer House. The food is fabulous. We get stuck in these tiny rooms at a cheap hotel," I said, beginning to think Robert was deficient. Was she going to have to rip open her uniform to get him to ask her out?

Finally, he said, "Let me give you my card. Call me if you'd like to get some dinner tonight."

There it was. "Robert Swanson, Senior Advertising Executive." He wrote, "The Palmer House" on the back.

Susan said, "I'll call you when I get to my room."

Just in time. The captain turned on the 'No Smoking' and the 'Fasten your Seat Belt' sign. I fasten Robert's seat belt for him. The rest of the crew laughed at me for that.

The airline shuttle let them off at their hotel, and Carol hurried to her room to change out of her uniform. She gave the Palmer House a call and asked for Robert Swanson's room.

"Hello," he answered.

"Hi Robert, this is Carol from All American Air. You were on my flight today, and we talked about going out tonight," she said. This was getting real, and she was suddenly very nervous.

After a slightly-too-long pause, Robert said, "Oh, hi Carol, I was hoping you would call."

"You asked me to dinner, remember?"

"Great, and I do remember. I was just flustered because I didn't expect you'd call. I'd love to take you to dinner. Is the hotel restaurant OK? Let's meet in the hotel bar at about seven-thirty," Robert replied.

"See you then."

Now reality was hitting, and she was starting to get nervous. She grabbed one of the mini-bottles of Vodka that she got off the plane to calm her nerves. She only had an hour to get ready, so she hopped in the shower, shaved her legs, and moisturized with a lotion that smelled like gardenias.

Out of the shower, she looked at her naked body in the full-length mirror and liked what she saw. Working out had done great things to her body. She looked well-toned everywhere. She was only twenty-five and had good genes, but she'd never looked this good.

She'd packed a just-above-the-knee length black dress, with a v-neck that showed off her assets well. For underwear, she'd brought sheer black lace panties and a bra. (She considered going commando, but thought that might be too forward of her - she wasn't a slut). Thigh-high sheer black, stockings with black 3-inch heels adorned her legs. Around her neck, a light gold chain featuring a single stone hanging just above her cleavage completed her outfit.

After dressing and doing her hair, she carefully applied her understated, but evening make-up. A very light dab of expensive perfume, behind her ears and a tiny dab on her tummy just below the top of her panties. She was ready to go.

She was starting to relax and began looking forward to sex with this good-looking stranger. But she still had butterflies. One more mini-bottle of Vodka for the road.

She called for a cab and headed to the Palmer House.

Carol walked into the lobby, found the bar, and spotted Robert. She paused a moment to reassess her choice. He looked even better than she remembered. Robert looked to be in his early forties, tall and handsome, with an endearing smile. He was dressed in a well-fitted, expensive suit. He was a man that would look good on her arm.

He saw her at the door and walked over to escort her to the bar. Nice manners never hurt, Carol thought.

"Carol, you look magnificent this evening," he said. She thought his eyes bulged a little, like a cartoon character, as he took in her outfit.

"Thank you, Robert."

"Would you like a drink now or wait for dinner? I have a table waiting at the restaurant."

"Let's just go to the table," she said.

Getting up, he held out his arm for her to take as they walked over to the restaurant. She put her arm through his and held it very close to her body. It seemed comfortable to her and calmed her.

The Maître d' showed them to their table, pulled the chair out for Carol, and then called over the waiter with the menus. He asked if they wanted drinks before dinner. Robert ordered a scotch on the rocks and she got a vodka martini.

The waiter returned with our drinks and asked if we were ready to order.

"Would you like me to order for you?" Robert asked.

"Yes. That would be lovely."

He spoke back and forth to the waiter in French, ordering our food.

After the waiter left, Carol asked, "What did you get for us?"

"It's chicken in a cream and wine sauce. You'll love it. It's one of chef Albert's specialties."

Carol thought, he knows the chef.

The sommelier came by with the wine list and again Robert ordered something in French.

A small band started playing.

"Would you like to dance while we wait for our food?" Robert asked.

"I'd love to." Robert stood, and offered her his hand. She took it and stood up.

The music was a fast waltz. It turned out that Robert was a fabulous dancer. Carol never thought of herself as a good dancer, especially to this kind of dance music. Dancing with Robert was different. He made her feel graceful, like a natural dancer. She just let him take the lead, and she became light on her feet, like Ginger Rodgers in an old movie. She didn't think about dancing and was swept up in the music and movement. It was thrilling.

The next song was slower, and they held each other close. Her head fit perfectly against Robert's shoulder. He had a manly aroma with a hint of cologne. Being so close, she couldn't help but notice his generous package pressed against her. She felt pleasantly lightheaded from the dancing, the vodka from earlier, and her growing level of excitement. Everything about this evening was making her incredibly aroused.

Dinner arrived, so they went back to the table and sat down. The sommelier brought the wine. Robert tasted it and discussed it in French with him before he poured us each a glass. She loved the food and wine, as Robert had predicted. It was refreshing and exciting for a man to take charge like this. She was not used to being treated this way, but she liked it. They chit-chatted during dinner. They both knew this wasn't a real date, but the conversation was pleasant and relaxing.

On the plane, Robert told her that he was in advertising and was in Chicago for a meeting with a new client. He had an air of quiet confidence and comfort. He was a smooth talker and a good listener, which I'm sure served a man in advertising well. It was serving him well tonight. His sparkling brown eyes kept contact with hers, and not her cleavage, showing some self-control and politeness. Although, at this point, she was so horny, that she wished he would undress her with his eyes, or just undress her. But the evening was still young.

After finishing our dinner, the waiter asked if we would like some dessert. Robert gave her a questioning look. Carol knew she could still say "no" to sex and leave, but at this point, there was no way in hell she was turning down sex. She couldn't wait to get him naked.

She rubbed her foot up and down his leg and said, "Why don't we have something sent up to the room?"

"Marvelous idea," he said.

He said to the waiter, "Please tell chef Albert that the food was magnificent."

The waiter said, "I certainly will, Mr. Swanson," and gave Robert the check to sign.

We left the table and walked to the elevators. When it arrived, it was empty. We got in and Robert pushed the button for his floor. He then moved towards her looking into her eyes, smiled, and put his arm around her waist as we ascended. Carol thought, this elevator is taking forever.

His "room" was the penthouse suite. When he opened the door, the sheer size of the room impressed her. She'd never seen a hotel room quite this grand. There were two large rooms, one the living room and one the bedroom. Each was larger than her apartment in Dallas. The outside walls were covered with large windows, giving a postcard-worthy view of the city. It also gave anyone looking, a view into the room. Soft romantic music came from hidden speakers. A large, covered, silver serving dish and a bottle of champagne in a silver hi-hat were in the living room.

Their dessert had beaten them to the room. Carol wondered, did he order this before she suggested it? Maybe he said something earlier in French to the waiter.

"Nice place, do you stay here often?" she asked. "I've never seen anything like it."

"Yes and no. I stay at the Palmer House whenever I'm in Chicago, but when you called, I upgraded my room. They're very accommodating," he said, looking slightly embarrassed.

"For me? Flattery will get you anywhere," she said and gave him her best sexy smile.

Carol excused herself to freshen up. Even the bathroom was impressive. It was covered in beautiful marble with a huge shower and a Jacuzzi tub. The bathroom smelled of soap, shaving cream, and cologne. It smelled masculine, like Robert, and it made her want him even more. When she returned, he had removed his jacket and tie and had set up the champagne and strawberries on a small table in front of a loveseat. He must be pretty confident about where this evening is going, she thought.

She toed off her heels and sat close to him. Very close. So close that their knees were touching. He poured them each a glass of champagne.

"Would you like a strawberry?" he asked.

"Why yes, I love strawberries," she said. He dipped a strawberry in whipped cream and fed it to her.

Despite the circumstances behind this date, she was genuinely enjoying the whole experience. Robert had gone to a lot of trouble and expense to give her a memorable night. She'd never been on a date where someone had gone to this much trouble for her. He probably knew that she was a sure thing when she called and asked him out, but he still made everything special for her. He was an extraordinary man. The room, the champagne, the strawberries, and the handsome man were all acting together, making her feel extraordinarily sexy and wanted.

She needed and deserved to be treated well. She felt the familiar warm feeling in her tummy that she got when she was extremely attracted to a man, especially one she was about to have sex with.

"You have some whipped cream on your lip," he said.

Before she could wipe it off, he leaned over and kissed her, gently licking the whipped cream off her lip.

That little action sent a shiver through her. She kissed him back, less gently, cupping his face in her hands. She was getting so turned on, she surprised herself. Normally, she was not this aggressive, but this evening was far from normal. She couldn't seem to help herself. She hadn't realized how much she needed romance in her life.

This was crazy. Robert, a man old enough to be her father, was making her more aroused than she'd ever been. Her nipples were hard as rocks, and she could feel a growing need and moisture down there. Her whole body was tingling. She hadn't felt this way in a long time. Here, with him, was exactly where she wanted and needed to be.

Robert stood up, taking her with him, and wrapped his arms around her. His lips never left hers. "As Time Goes By", played on the sound system, and they gently swayed to the music while kissing.

He found the zipper and hook on the back of her dress. He deftly popped the hook and slowly unzipped her. The zipper went all the way down to the middle of her bottom. The only thing holding it up was her breasts pressing on his chest and the sleeves. He moved his hands higher on her back, above the dress, and stepped back slightly. When she lowered her arms, the dress, and bra fell into a heap at her feet. He held her tighter, and she could feel the effect she was having on him.

He slid his arms down her back, and she realized her bra had fallen off with her dress. He must have unfastened it without her noticing. She thought, I don't know how he did that, but he knows what he's doing. He kissed her neck as his hands moved to her breasts. She stifled a little yelp when his fingers touched her now exposed and very sensitive nipples. Her breathing was rapid but still found it difficult to catch her breath as he squeezed her breast. His touch was making her knees weak as his hands worked their way down her body.

He continued kissing her lips, neck, shoulders, and now bare breast. His mouth continued its journey down her body. Like a tourist in a strange city, he didn't want to miss a single place. He kissed her in places she didn't expect and in the places she did. Her knees were getting so weak, it was hard to remain standing. His hands reached for her panties. He bent down on his knees and slowly lowered them. She heard him gasped when he saw her pussy. He kissed her just above her engorged clit as her panties hit the floor. Finally, he rolled her stockings down and removed them. She was completely naked.

She stepped out of her pile of clothes as he knelt before her. He stood up, held her at arm's length, and closely examined her.

It felt strange standing naked in front of a fully clothed man. The windows made her visible to all of Chicago, but because the room lights were on, they also acted as mirrors. Her naked body was reflected back to her.

She'd always dreaded the moment that a man saw her naked for the first time. It made her feel like her body was being appraised. There was always some doubt about whether he would like what he saw or not. Were her tits too small or too big or too saggy...was she too fat or too skinny...was her butt too big or too small? Every insecurity she'd ever had about her body ran through her mind.

Tonight, that dread was overshadowed by her excitement. She was overflowing with desire for this man, and that gave her new confidence.

As if Robert knew what she was thinking, he said, "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

He took a step towards her and pulled her to his chest. The sensation of her almost painfully hard nipples pressed against his starched, white shirt, sent waves of pleasure through her naked body.

She pushed him back, looked deeply into his eyes, and all her silly fears disappeared. The look of lust in his eyes told her that he was more than pleased by her body and her. Lust was raging through her too. Earlier, she thought this might be kind of fun and exciting. Now, she thought that this was going to be wonderful. She wanted him to take her, any way he wanted. It felt so sexy to stand completely naked and confident in front of him. Warmth radiated from her belly downward and she was wetter than she thought possible. She thought she might have an orgasm right then.