Not very long after I had finished my training when I first started working for an airline, I ended up as the new one working the late shift.
Nobody ever wanted to work that shift as you were the last person who had to wait for all the last flights of the day to arrive, and if there were any delays then it was you who had to sort all the problems out.
The week previously when walking to an aircraft with the final paperwork, prior to departure an aircraft starting it's engines on an adjacent stand, combined with a sudden strong gust of wind had taken me by surprise, and given a fully loaded aircraft a flash of my washing for the following week. With a very red face, and trying to look down and away from the cabin I entered the flight deck to hand over the paperwork.
The first officer smiled and said very nice, thanks for that and nodded to my legs as he took the paperwork from me.
I remained professional and although cringing inside, and feeling my face burning up, I wished them a good flight and hurried as quickly as possible from the aircraft.
I then quickly learned why everyone else wore the long trench coats that we were issued with ,whenever they went airside. Even on warm days. !
About 2 weeks later I was again on the late shift. The last flight of the day from Belfast arrived and I had been instructed to collect a small package of lost property ( an expensive watch), that was in the cabin crew overhead locker. It belonged to one of the cabin crew off a previous flight earlier in the day. I needed to get it before the cleaners got on, then it might be lost forever.
I was standing on a seat with my arms and head inside the locker looking for the small packet.
Suddenly I felt an arm grab me around my waist.
I turned round to look down at the first officer from the previous week, rubbing his finger down the back of my leg. He was following a ladder in my tights at the back of my leg ,saying that he would love to see how high up my leg it went, and to see what colour undies it was today.
I had the package in my hand and he helped me down. I remembered catching the back of my leg earlier in the afternoon
on the back of my seat, which had obviously snagged my tights. He kept on saying that he would love to climb the ladder, he was very persistent, but also extremely charming. I was absolutely loving the attention that he was giving me. I had been used to men
paying me attention when I was doing sex work, but never anything like this before, and I was loving it. I was relishing being able to find men attracted to me other than just for sex work.
He asked me to go for a drink with him in a city nightclub. Even in our company uniform I readily agreed. He asked me to go back to his house, but I didn't want to spoil things. Throughout my life I had always promised myself that I would always be honest and tell people about myself from the very start of meeting each other, but this had been so quick that I hadn't had a chance.
We agreed to meet again the following night as he was on the same duty. I couldn't wait, but I was also scared. I wanted to tell him myself, I didn't want him to find out about me from someone else. Once all the passengers had left, I walked to the aircraft. The door was open to the flight deck and he called me in. He beckoned me to sit in the captain's seat. As I sat down he kissed my cheek. I had planned to talk to him, but again I didn't get a chance. His hand started stroking my leg and started to move higher up my thigh. I could see he was getting aroused. I stopped his hand going any further up my thighs, and gently unzipped his trousers. In no time he had unbuttoned my blouse, and unfastened my bra, and was gently caressing my exposed tiny boobs. We had to be so careful of all the equipment, but I very quickly went down on him until he exploded in my mouth. We both knew that the cleaners would be getting on the aircraft at any time, and we were likely to be caught, but we straightened ourselves up , and again went for a late drink. Again I had to decline his invitation to go back to his house, and made excuses that I was on my period.
I met him a few times again when we were both on the late shift, and on each occasion the same thing happened. Each time being very risky, because of being caught by the cleaners.
Suddenly he just dissapeared , and I never saw him again. I was told that he had got a transfer to a different base. But each time we had sex , it was electrifying, and the fear of getting caught made it so spontaneous and so exciting. I don't know if ever he found out about me. Maybe someone told him, but he never contacted me. Once I had got to know my work colleagues well, and I had got to know some of the cabin crew, I found out that I was not the first one who had fell under his charms, and that he had done similar with many others. But the excitement and fear of being caught made it some of the most amazing sex I have ever had, even though we never had actual intercourse.