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25-09-2005, 06:52 PM
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Episode III
2125hrs:
Things are looking even better as a stroll down the aerobridge at gate F59. Those of you who travel often will know that – in general – the more attractive SQ stewardesses wear blue and serve in the economy class cabin. Your odds of finding eye-candy in first class drop dramatically as you typically find more experienced lau-chios that, due to the onset of time, leave a little to be desired in the looks department. However… standing at the door to first class is a 160cm tall, green-uniformed specimen with a great figure and drop-dead gorgeous smile. And not only that... there’s something strangely familiar about her… “You don’t remember me do you, Mr. Lin?” she says showing me to my seat. I can only stare blankly back, racking my brains of my various drunken stands, and somehow come up empty. The Chinese name on her nametag definitely doesn’t ring any bells. “Aiya! It’s me Kathy. From the JC tennis team lah… Now can I get you a glass of champagne, sir?” OMG! I used to have recurring wet dreams about Kathy Chan. And so did just about every guy on the JC tennis team. Back then, we took turns hitting on her, relentlessly inviting her out to coffee, movies, Wine Bar, anything, and yet none of us ever got to first base. Kathy was taken, and utterly devoted to her boyfriend, Alex, who if I recall correctly was a couple years older and already then serving his NS. Most of us lost contact with Kathy after A-levels, and the only snippet of news I subsequently heard was that she had married Alex soon afterwards, and was well on her way to young tai-tai-dom. And yet here we are nine years later. Kathy Chan, my teenage crush, is standing beside me holding a silver tray, pouring me a glass of Dom Perignon. She’s leaning forward now placing the champagne glass on my tray table, and I can see halfway down her cleavage and catch a hint of a pink(!) lace bra strap. I think she’s just winked naughtily at me as she strolled off back to the galley... And you know what? - She’s definitely not wearing a wedding ring… 
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#78
26-09-2005, 12:09 AM
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Episode III
2347hrs:
The meal service is finally over and, along the way, I’ve happily imbibed a few different samplings from the SQ first class champagne and wine list. I haven’t seen Kathy since we took-off as she’s been busy serving other passengers in the full cabin. So we haven’t yet had a chance to talk further. One of the male flight stewards comes by and offers to prepare the seat into the flat sleeping bed, which will take a few minutes. Sure, I tell him, and head in the direction of the toilets and crew galley. Reaching the galley, I slide back the curtain, and Kathy and Raj, the in-flight supervisor (IFS), are packing away the food carts. She looks up, smiles sweetly, and says, “Can I get you some cognac, Mr. Johnnie Mac?” Heh heh, I haven’t heard that nickname since JC, when I used to argue line-calls like John McEnroe… “Only if you’ll join me…” I reply, flirt mode on. “Ha ha, maybe after my boss here leaves,” she replies, then turning to Raj, “Mr. Lin and I were in JC together. A lifetime ago…” The three of us make small talk for a few minutes, then Raj excuses himself saying that he’s going to oversee business class. The other steward is still occupied making the beds for other passengers. So Kathy and I finally begin our catch-up chat alone, reminiscing about JC and talking about various mutual friends. Finally I say, “So I heard that you and Alex got married huh? Any kids yet?” “Yeah, just one. A daughter who’s seven now. She lives with my parents now cos Alex and I got divorced five years back. That’s why I had to take this job flying to support us.” she says. “Sorry…”, I reply. What else does one say? “Don’t be. Caught him cheating with every third p*ssy that came his way…” A bell rings, signaling that a passenger has pressed the call button. “Hey, I gotta work dear. Why don’t you go change into your nice airline pajamas and I’ll come tuck you into bed?” Wink.
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26-09-2005, 02:09 AM
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Re: soul mate = older, married colleague... sigh!
I should be in bed by now but I' glued to my Mac finishing up your 3 episodes. Thanks for sharing and I owe you some points when I'm ready. Ciao
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#80
26-09-2005, 05:52 AM
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Episode III
Thanks everyone for your positive comments.
 Those with the power, appreciate any points you can share. The story continues... ------------------------- 0355hrs: You think I can sleep? First Class flat bed notwithstanding, I’ve been tossing and turning for hours, my long forgotten memories of ‘Kathy, JC tennis babe’, replaying like an old black & white movie, mingled with new breaking footage of ‘Leading Stewardess Kathy’, divorced and seemingly available… How often do you get to meet your teenage crush years later, and actually get a chance to re-write history?? Right now, the cabin lights are dimmed for the night, and all my fellow passengers are asleep. The only noise is the constant roar of the aircraft engines and the snores of the fat Australian businessman in seat 3A. I stand and head towards the toilet. Kathy is sitting alone in the crew seat, staring blankly out of the plane window. The sky is starry and clear outside, and the incoming moonlight highlights some of the minor lines on her still cute, but older face. “What’s on your mind?” I ask her. She looks back at me silently for a moment, then smiles a wistful, coy smile. “I was just thinking that maybe I should’ve taken up your offers of coffee and Zouk…” The gate is open. Charge! “Well do you want to rectify that oversight?” “Now?” Kathy asks. “Yeah… Now.” Kathy looks around and checks behind the galley curtains. We’re alone. She stands very, very close. So close that her right breast presses against my arm, and I can smell her sweet perfume. She whispers in my ear, “Go back to your seat first. There’s a lavatory in business class on the right side with a sign that says ‘Not in Operation’... Meet me there in 10 minutes.” Wink.
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#81
26-09-2005, 10:19 AM
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Episode III
0403hrs:
These are the longest 10 minutes of my life! Do seconds really pass this slowly? I am watching the aircraft flight path on the video screen, and absently note that we are cruising at 37000 feet somewhere over Iran. Finally, I stand up and begin heading for my quarry. Thank goodness I had the foresight to keep my briefs on underneath these airline pajamas. Otherwise my bulging, rock-hard sword would be certain cause for an immediate landing in Tehran, and me being tossed in a maximum security Iranian prison for life for obscenity! I sneak back into the business class cabin and identify the loo in question. The sign indicates ‘Occupied’. It’s ideally located slightly away from the crew galley. The coast is clear and I tap twice on the door. In a quick sequence, the bolt slides open, I push the door open, slip inside and slide the bolt across once again. Kathy stands before me, grinning. “Hello Johnnie Mac!” Then, more seriously, she whispers, “Remember, we cannot make a sound, ok?!” In the ultra-tight confines of the aircraft lavatory, I presses myself towards Kathy, pushing her back against the only flat wall, and we kiss passionately like long-lost lovers.
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#84
27-09-2005, 12:53 AM
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Episode III
0407hrs:
There is no space to work with! My left hand is groping Kathy’s pert butt, but constrained in movement by the metal washbasin and counter. My right hand is trying to manoevre into position on her breasts, but my elbow keeps loudly thumping against the toilet door – a major no-no! I’m only able to freely savour her mouth, neck and ears with my lips and tongue… I finally manage to slide my hand thru the slit in her sarong kerbaya, and slowly finger her wet, no drenched, pussy. However the angle makes it impossible to insert… Kathy moans softly, but notwithstanding my fantasies of joining the Mile High Club, this is still *very* awkward lovemaking… So after a few minutes of constrained action, I finally let Kathy take charge… Perhaps she’s more experienced in these confines than I am?! She has undone the top of her uniform and pink bra, allowing her ample, soft breasts to hang freely. I stroke and finger her nipples as she slowly moves lower, tongue working my chest area. Then she sits down on the closed toilet seat, leans forward and takes me in her mouth… She’s good! One of her hands is working my balls with perfect touch, while the other hand continues to stroke my chest. Her tongue is doing wonders internally, and we slowly find a good rhythm with me gently thrusting, and her head moving in perfect synchrony… It looks like I’m never gonna be able to pee on a plane again without thinking of Kathy Chan emitting soft little moans and slurping sounds!!
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#85
27-09-2005, 01:42 AM
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Re: Episode III
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#86
27-09-2005, 07:21 AM
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Episode III
these are the final two 'mile-high' mini-installments for now. but the holiday story shall continue...
 ------------------- 0418hrs: “Kathy, almost there!” I whisper. Kathy (what a fabulous babe!) doesn’t pull back, and instead keeps working harder. When my load arrives, her lips are suctioned tightly over the very base of my shaft. She swallows it whole. After the last of my juice is shot, Kathy finally slides away, licking up and any excess, then lets off a series of small little coughs… She gargles some airline mouthwash, rinses out, and we French kiss again. “It’s a little tight in here. You wanna continue this somewhere more private in London?” Kathy asks. “Besides I hate having to keep the noise level down…” Oh dear… looks like dinner tomorrow with Laura is going to have to be postponed…
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#87
27-09-2005, 07:26 AM
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Episode III
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I'm feeling that familiar buzz again that says 'Life is Good!'... All the recent stress of work is, finally, thousands of miles behind me now. And still, it’s another five hours till we land in London. I mentally go thru my List Of Things To Do Before I Die. Join Mile High Club: Check. It seems this flat bed is pretty conducive for sleep after all... Good night. ** TBC **
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#88
27-09-2005, 12:19 PM
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How i wish i can be like u too.... n i was in my tennis team in JC too..... but i not as lucky as u leh..... kekeke  thks for the story though....
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#89
27-09-2005, 03:02 PM
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#90
27-09-2005, 05:09 PM
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Re: soul mate = older, married colleague... sigh!
Excellent series.
Well written with good flow. Mile high club with LS in SQ. Champion! Lucky you, I never get upgraded at all. In fact, almost got bumped off a couple of times. Guess my luck with flights is so so at best. Lucky in other things thankfully Will up you as soon as I recharge cheers
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