Chapter 196

• Getting fucked on layover
• I got married right out of high school, and always seemed to be looking for a way to expand the lens through which I viewed my small town life. As it turned out, when I was in my late-twenties, a major airline was hiring flight attendants to fly out of Atlanta, so I eagerly applied and shortly afterwards I was hired. I enjoyed my cross-country assignments, because whenever a crew worked multiple consecutive days, we’d get a one- or two-day layover before our next shift. This allowed me to enjoy new experiences in places outside of my small, suburban existence at home.
• About a year into my tenure with the airline, I was paired up with Tracy, who was a year older than me, and had already been a flight attendant for several years when we met. Shortly after our first shift together, I happened to walk into the cockpit while she was serving the pilot and co-pilot coffee just before take-off. I couldn’t help but notice that our pilot – Paul – was reaching under her skirt from behind and slipping two fingers past her panties and into her pussy as she bent over handing them their drinks. Tracy stayed bent over for an extra minute or so, allowing Paul to slide his fingers in and out of her slit a few times, before finishing her task and joining me outside the cockpit. As we prepared the galley for take-off, she explained that, even though Paul was married, whenever the two of them were assigned to the same flight, they would always find time for sex, especially during layovers….essentially “co-workers with benefits”.