The Flight Simulator by Chithra - 4

Anil steps out in to the office. I offer a tentative smile
Anil: (his eyes went wide) you look great, chithra. Are you sure you dont want to join the crew here? (and offered a perfect gentleman's smile).

me: Thanks.. but . I .. am er.. looking for my saree.. that I wore this morning
(i ask in a hushed tone) Anita seemed to have brought it outside the room

Anil: Oh that, why do you need it now. Did she not mention to you about the demo while you were both inside? We've planned to run a small rehearsal with the new dress in our simulator. It's basically a small section of the flight cabin that is used by our cabin crew for training purposes.

Me: No, she hadn't mentioned anything about it.

Anil: OH . sorry about it. Anita has kept your belongings somewhere. I don't know where they are. She has already left to set up the rehearsal session at the simulator. You can join me. I am going there to oversee and approve it. You can collect you saree later. It's not going to disappear anywhere Chithra. Else you'll be bored to death until I return.
me: oh , well.. ( hmmm, that's true. I better be with him I thought. It is only going to be for a short period.) OK let me go with you Anil.

Anil: I think Anita should be getting ready for the simulator session as we speak.
me: ok. Where is it?
Anil: It is about a mile from here. why dont we head over there? Lets take a taxi
me: ok. (meekly) (Do I have to go out like this outside?? my god!!)

Anil was thinking to himself with a smile 'no chance to retrieve your saree or panties for now'
me: but.. Anil.. just a thought…

Anil: yes Chithra?

me: before going.. Could I perhaps collect my things in a bag and bring it along?
its just that its not just the saree ( I couldn't see them anywhere here)

Anil: (still suppressing his excitement) Oh don't worry about that. we will come back here anyway.

me: ( I looked crest fallen but nodded nevertheless).

We left the room to the disappointment of the technician, and reached the entrance. Not much of the traffic and we stopped the first taxi.
The Taxiwala got an eyeful as I quickly stepped in at the back, obviously. After a quick ride and we reached our destination.

Ravi guided us to our section to the simulator, once we got in to the building. I followed him closely, avoided eye contacts and ignoring the stares. What was a small walk seemed endless. We reached a conference room. Anita was waiting for us there!

Me: so you left before us?

Anita: yes. I had to do some preparations here at the simulator, but you look stunning in this saree just as I thought. Thanks to the matching petticoat. I think it enhances the white base of the saree. What do you think?

Me: Thanks Anita. Its your idea. Thanks to you (All of us started walking.)

Anita (walking behind me, patted my buttocks) Must be feeling nice and cool I think?
(She reminded me of my lack of panties, quiet subtly)

me: haha.. yeah ( I laughed uneasily ... it was indeed a cool feeling and it wasn't helping me at all.)

Anil: (with mock innocence) what do you mean Anita? We are all cool here, its the A/C you see.

me: (blushing) Oh. It's nothing. It's the A/C she is referring to.

Anita: Yes sure. it is the A/C I was talking about (and winked at him)

I felt a bit relieved, but I missed her 'wink' exchange. Anil smiles, and he pats her behind. His hand lingers for a little longer than a friendly pat.

I noticed this... and saw where his fingers lay...right on her cleft! She has indeed a well shaped bum, I think to myself.

Anil: Anita, lets go to the simulator. Chithra, I have a great idea. How would like to play air hostess for a short while?

me: me? What?

Anil: that would be good instead of just watching. Come on its simple. Give it a go. Besides it would give us an idea about how this dress rehearsal feels from an outsider's perspective. That's you chithra.

Anil: Great! Anita can give her professional opinion and you can give the common person's opinion. Both very useful and different
(Anita leads us to the simulator)

me: Ok then ( That's nice. Someone wants my opinion too! )

( I follow her. It is like a tiny aircraft, has 3 columns of seats, but each column has only one seat. The aisles are quite narrow)
Me: oh this looks very different from a plane
Anil: It's quite an expensive thing chithra. We use it for nearly all the cabin-crew trainings.

me: Oh I see. (Looking around the dummy aircraft cabin)
Anil: We do have a first class section in the front and that has seats that fold into beds. It is quite roomy. We will show you later
me: oh ok ( I walked around and got myself familiarised)
Anil: Generally- if one gets sufficiently trained in the economy section, its usually easy to pass in first class, although it could be more demanding in a different way.
me: oh ( I was listening interestedly, as it was giving me an interesting picture about the whole thing).
As I was on the other end of the aisle looking around the cabin, Anil sat on one of the seats in the middle row. Anita switched on a recorded message and took her position. She stood in the middle facing the seats, on the other end. Soon the recorded message outlining the flight safety and emergency exits etc began. She was beautifully miming to the message with a 'Business-like' smile. The saree was indeed suiting her very well. She was enthusiastically pointing at the emergency exits, stretching her hands out, but I am sure the passengers would have been more interested in trying to find out which beauty parlour she visits to get such a smooth and creamy waist as most of her midriff was exposed as she casually stretched her hands.

When her presentation was over, Anil looked satisfied and nodded. She smiled at me cheerfully.

Anita: May be you could join me in the next exercise Chithra. From now on, it's straightforward.

me: well.. ok. What are we supposed to do?

Anita: It involves making sure that the overhead compartments are closed and the luggage secured.

Anil: Basically you make try your best to fit in the bags in the overhead bin and close it.
me: OK. ( I clearly didn't think about the possibilities at that stage and nor did I understand why Anita chuckled loudly)
Anil: you both will then tell me how easy or difficult it was to do it in the new saree.
First let Anita do it. Is it ok with u, chithra?
me: ok. Yes that will give me some idea (although it sounds fairly straight forward)

She came to the seat, reached for the over head bin's door first. Her belly was all stretched as she lifted her feet to reach the bin. In essence, a mega view for the customer sitting. That point struck me ONLY then. I first gawked at her show.. as I was drawn in myself. She seemed to be not a least bit bothered. Her saree was slipping a few inches, almost to the apex of her bush!

Anil: so Anita how does it feel? Is the saree holding tight?

(and he casually placed his fingers where her saree is tied to check)
My head is spinning… watching this.

Anita: Feels alright, Anil. No problems
Anil: hm,m thats good to know

she was taking her own sweet time to close the lid and she stood lazily stretched... allowing Anil to caress her waistline some more. She then moved to close the next one. Her blouse goes up a bit revealing her bra.

Anil: Is your blouse getting too tight as you lift, Anita (again he coolly placed his hand below her bust line and slipped in a few fingers under her blouse. I was looking at this scene in daze.)

Anita: It's fine Ravi. (giggling) Take your naughty fingers off.

Anil: May be, it's fine for chithra, as she stares at your boobs

me: (broken from the spell) uh.. no no its fine. I have no issues (yet)
Anil: Thats great. It's your turn now, chithra. You can work on the other aisle.
me: ok (He sure has Long and naughty fingers. Hope he stops those acts of his with Anita
I walked over to the other aisle and took position as Anil shifted to the other corner towards me to watch me perform. Anita too moved in position to watch me and help me out if necessary. I looked up to find that the overhead bin right above me has a bulky luggage stashed and closing it won't be easy. Anyway, I wanted to give it a try and reached fro the bin' door and started pulling it down. Since I am slightly shorter than her... I had to stand on my tip toes to reach, which caused the waistline to drift further down. Anil, sitting right in front was unable to resist.
Anil: (placing his hand on my waist) Chithra, no, that's not easy
me: oh... (shocked ) why?

Anil: First you need to try and push the bag as far inside as you could.

Me: oh ok

Anil's hand was still on my waist. I sighed a bit, and took my hands off the bin and looked at Anil's hand on my waist tentatively. Then... gently push his hand off my waist, taking care not to look offensive.
As I did that, Anil took his hand off me smiling and gently patted my buttocks and asked me to carry on.

me: (more confused now at the gesture.. I paused momentarily) what did u do Anil?
Anil: what?
me: Just now Anil? Patting my behind. (to my irritation, Anita was giggling)

Anil: oh that's just giving your encouragement, chithra

me: uh!! Ok (truth is I ‘felt’ Anil’s palm on my butt cheek more, due to the lack of panties. And it was MORE than just a pat, as his palm lingered a wee bit sizing me down there. He continued his lecture nevertheless.)

Anil: besides, what I did was nothing compared to what real customers do.
Ask Anita if you want. There are these drunken guys on the plane sometimes, they behave very rudely, and these ladies will have to put up with all that.

me: Ok (I gave Anita a sympathetic look. My heart went for her for a moment) I briefly forgot why I was protesting. I quickly pulled up the waistline of my saree as it dropped a full inch from my previous failed attempt to close the overhead bin.
but it again goes down as reached up for the bin. And as I stood with my arms raised, the blouse base gave way giving a peek view of the bra encased boobs.)

Since the simulator was simulating the real flight journey, right at that time, the "plane" tilted towards me, literally pressing my belly on Anil’s face that was the artificial turbulence. We both apologised hurriedly as I moved back.

(Turbulence, even before take off? Little was I aware of the buttons Anita was pushing from the far corner creating the ‘effect’)

to be continued....