Chapter 2: Building Tension
The hum of the engines was low and steady, like a soothing lullaby promising a peaceful journey. The air was cool and dry, with a slight note of leather odour. Paul stepped onto the sparkling grey walkway of the boarding arm leading to the plane's entrance and his booties tapped softly on the polished floor. He was greeted by a stewardess, her immaculate white uniform emphasising her curves and her smile as bright as the sun.
"Welcome aboard, sir," she said. "I'm Lisa, your senior flight attendant. You're the only passenger today, so we'll be able to give you a royal welcome."
Paul laughed, his eyes running down her body. "Well, I wouldn't turn down that kind of treatment at all," he replied, and there was a note of whimsy in his voice.
Lisa's smile never left her face, but a hint of mischief sparkled in her eyes.
"I'll take care of you, sir," she promised and led him to a chair.
As he buckled in, he noticed that in the pocket in front of him was a catalogue of items for sale during the flight. He picked it up and began flipping through the pages until, rather unexpectedly, he reached the lingerie section. His eyes widened at the sight of the lacy, provocative outfits.
The plane began to taxi onto the runway and then picked up speed. Paul felt the familiar pressure in his stomach as the plane took off. He flipped through the magazine, scanning the glossy pages with his eyes. The lingerie section caught his eye again, and he felt a familiar stirring inside him. He'd always been partial to good lingerie, and these things were no exception. He imagined the feel of it on his fingers, the way lace looked on a woman's body.
The plane levelled out and Paul felt his composure return to him. He was alone on this flight and the entire crew was made up of women. He couldn't escape the feeling of anticipation. He raised his eyes from the magazine and met his gaze with Lisa, who was passing by. She smiled at him, lingering her gaze on him for a moment and then continued on her way. Paul felt a thrill of excitement sweep over him. This was going to be an interesting flight...
At the thought that he might see it on someone, excitement swept over him. He raised his head and met his eyes with Lisa, who was passing by. He called out to her: "Lisa, come here."
Lisa turned around, a smile never leaving her face.
"Yes sir?" - She asked, her voice soft and enveloping.
Paul gestured to the magazine, keeping his eyes on her. "I was wondering if you could help me with something," he said with a pleading tone.
"I'm looking for a certain pair of underwear. I thought it might look good on someone."
Lisa raised an eyebrow, a note of amusement flickering in her eyes.
"I'm pretty sure it's a luxurious choice. Who would be so lucky?" - she asked, with a note of curiosity. Paul leaned back in his chair, keeping his eyes on her.
"I think it would sit beautifully on you, Lisa," he said
Lisa's smile didn't waver, but her eyes widened slightly in surprise.
"Sir, I'm not sure it's appropriate," she said, her voice remaining professional but with a dose of nervousness. "I can't try on underwear for you."
Paul leaned forward in his seat, his eyes taking in hers. "I didn't say I wanted you to try it on now, Lisa. I just said it would look good on you," he said, his voice low and persuasive. "If you say no, it'll be fine. But I think you'll look amazing in it."
Lisa hesitated, her eyes running over to the magazine and back to Paul again. She could feel the heat rising up her cheeks and her heart pounding in her chest. She'd never done anything like this before, but there was something about Paul that made her want to take a chance.
She leaned toward him, her breath warming his ear. "I'll try it on for you," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the engines. "But only if you promise to keep it a secret."
"Deal," he replied in a low and husky voice. He held out the magazine to her, his fingers touching her fingers. Lisa took it, her heart pounding in her chest as she headed for the galley.
When she disappeared behind the curtain, Paul couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. He leaned back in his seat, circling the empty cabin with his eyes. He was alone on this flight, and the crew consisted of five women.
Lisa slipped behind the curtain, her heart pounding in her chest. She needed to talk to her colleagues, make sure they weren't in the way. She couldn't risk being caught in such a compromising position. She took a deep breath, her fingers trembling slightly as she dialled the intercom number. "It's Lisa," she said, her voice professional but trembling.
"I need to talk to you. It's important." There was a pause, and then a soft voice came over the intercom. "This is Corinne. What's going on, Lisa?" Lisa took a deep breath, her fingers clenched on the intercom.
"I need you all to stay in your zones for the next hour or so. I have a... special request from our only passenger. He asked to try on underwear, and I need to be sure we won't be disturbed." There was a pause, and then a quiet giggle was heard over the intercom.
"A special request, huh? Well, I'm sure we can all honour it. We won't get in your way, Lisa. Just don't forget to. enjoy yourself." Lisa felt a blush flood her cheeks at the hint in Corinne's voice.
"I will," she replied in a voice barely above a whisper. She hung up the intercom, her heart pounding in her chest. She took a deep breath, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached for the lingerie set from the magazine. It was a black lace bra and thong, garter belt and stockings to match. She slipped out of her uniform, her body tingling with anticipation.
She quickly put on the lingerie set, her fingers trembling slightly as she tied the garter belt around her waist and attached the stockings to it. She put on a black lace thong, her fingers fumbling with the damp folds. She looked at herself in the mirror, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked sexy, confident and ready for anything.
Lisa, the senior flight attendant, had promised Paul the royal treatment. And now she was coming back from the galley, her eyes fixed on him. She walked slowly, her hips swaying gently with each step. When she reached his seat, without saying a word, she began to undo the buttons on her uniform jacket, her fingers moving with purpose and her eyes never straying from his eyes. Paul felt his heart pounding in his chest and his breath catching. He watched as she undid the top button, revealing the smooth skin of her breasts. Then she reached for the hem of her skirt and slowly wrapped it up, exposing her shapely legs. Paul's eyes widened, his mouth dry.
She unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her smooth, creamy breasts. The fabric parted, revealing the lace of her bra. Paul stared at her. Lisa's fingers slowly undid the remaining buttons. Her blouse fell open, exposing her full breasts, the lace of her bra barely covering them. Paul's heart raced in his chest, his body reacting to the sight before him. Through the lace he could see the faint outline of her nipples, hard and tense. Lisa met his gaze, a smile playing on her lips.
"Do you like what you see, sir?" - she asked, her voice as slow as flowing honey and just as sweet.
Paul nodded. "You have no idea how," he replied. "I've never seen anything more beautiful."
Lisa's smile widened and she took a step closer, reaching behind her back with her hands to undo her bra. The laces fell away, exposing full, firm breasts whose nipples were hard and tense. Paul's eyes widened. He could see the faint sheen of sweat on her skin, the rapid rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed heavily.
"Damn it, I'm already wet," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the engines. Lisa bit her lip, meeting his eyes. She felt the heat between her legs, the wetness growing with every passing moment. She wanted him, wanted him badly.
He felt his cock throbbing in his trousers, straining, desperate for release.
She leaned down and brushed her lips against his ear. "Are you sure you like what you see, sir?" - She whispered. "Because I'm, fucking soaking wet for you, Paul, and you just owe it to me. Fuck me."