I was struggling at that moment to stick the bag properly inside the bin as it was a bit oversized. I had to push and move it a lot, and every time I exerted force on it with my arms raised my boobs jiggled nicely, causing quite a show. My panty less butt cheeks was a grand view of jiggling pair. Too bad, Anil was sitting on the wrong side – for once.
My saree’s waist line dropped farther and farther as I bit my teeth and concentrated harder to position the damn luggage so I could shut the bin. I never thought that it would be so difficult, but then I was dealing with what looked like an impossible bag.
The very thought of the show that I was currently putting to the two of my eager spectators was causing a tremendous stir in my loins. Never in my life before has I stood in such a vulnerable position in front of a guy that too in such an attire.
The inevitable happened. Eventually my bush slowly came into view. I could literally feel Anil breathing down my lower abdomen all over!
To add to the effect, we hit turbulence again, courtesy Anita. Causing Ravi’s moustache brush all over my navel and the surrounding area as he blew gently into the bull’s eye! I was gasping into the luggage rack above as I held the bag tighter and gasped. Ravi’s tongue swirled into my navel briefly before moving his face back. My hands tightened the grip on the bag and I shut my eyes and gritted my teeth as he did that.
Anil: Let me help you gain your balance Chithra!
He was "helping" me by holding my waist. ( I gave up protesting this time, as I just wanted to shut the damn thing and move out of there. Not sure what got into me, but I don’t want to fail in this simple task and my inability was driving me crazy. I was trying harder to close the bin; It was not like the bag was too big for the bin or anything. It was just the right size and some extra effort was needed to close it. It was cleverly chosen for the exercise – especially for the stewardesses. )
Mean while Anita came to my rescue too, as Anil was holding my tender waist to give me support. She came behind me as I was trying to close the bin’s door for the fisth time and held me just below my armpit, brushing my boobs!
Anita: C’mon honey. That’s the way. Push. Push.
me: Aah.. It just wouldn’t shut. (I shrieked in sheer frustration - for the moment forgetting all about Anil’s caressing hands at my belly and Anita’s at my armpits and even worse, the top of my pubic hair peeking out over the saree! )
Anita: yes.. push it chithra.. its big. Sometimes we get these such nasty bags cleared
which should only have been checked in.
Anita: we need to make all efforts before passing ti to the front cabin
As she to me her arms at my armpits, now started caressing the sides of my breasts generously after her nimble fingers happily attacked my armpits for a few seconds and tickled me nicely. She continued talking as if nothing had happened while her long finger nails expertly tracked the contours of my breast from both sides, making me dance a bit even as I gritted my teeth. I could feel my juices beginning to flow down 'there' already.
Anil: Come on ladies. (Enjoying the feel of my belly as his hands were squarely on my curvy hips and he was not wasting any time and was gently kneading the soft flesh. His thumb was lingering ominously close to my navel.)
As his right hand started to slowly crawl up towards my I somehow managed to push the bag in and closed the overhead bin, but not before giving Anil a grand view of my midriff, and a bit of my trimmed pubic hair, all in close-up!)
Anil: you did really well for a first timer with that heavy bag, chithra
me: thanks for the help anyway, you too. (I pulled away from Anil and he reluctantly retracted his hands from me)
Anita: yeah, good job babe.
me: thanks Anita..
The sexually charged atmosphere was heating up the small cabin, despite the A/C.
Standing away I brought my fingers to adjust the waist line out of habit...and couldn't find it in it's usually place and looked down. I was HORRIFIED to find that it had dropped so low, even the tip of my pubic hairs were on display)
Shocked, I pulled the saree up immediately. Only half hoping that if there was any chance that either of you had not seen it. The very thought made me sweat and I used my pallu and gently mopped my face, and in the corner of my eyes, I saw Anita and from her reaction, I instantly knew that she had seen it. I smiled at her stupidly. But it was also evident from her reaction that she loves every bit if what she sees in me. This excited me as much as the thought of what might have happened when Anil's hand was crawling towards my boobs a few moments ago.
Anil: nice job ladies.
me: uh... thanks
Anil: now, the next test usually is to the seat belt verification and helping the first-time flyers with the process. Do you think you are on for it Chithra?
me: ok ( I am getting the hang of it and wanted to see the whole thing through, besides Anita's fingers caressing my boobs was still ringing in my head.)
Anil: So, this test is to see if you can help the passengers out in this attire. Who wants to go first?
me: ok, I shall ( surprising myself, I volunteered and inched closer to him).
Anil: You will have to hold this belt and pull the other, in case you aren't familiar. (he said the instructions aloud.)
I noticed the unmistakable bulge as I leaned forward. My fingers brushed his crotch gently as I helped him buckle. My hands busied in buckling and my eyes concentrated hard on his bulge. My boobs brushed his face as I fumbled a bit.
Me: Oh, sorry (and smiled at him. He wasn't complaining, of course. I realised that I was enjoying that little encounter and for the first time began wondering about what's under his zipper.)
I heard the clicking sound and I retracted smiling like an air-hostess would (as graciously as I could)
Anil: Great: that's how you do it. Nice job. You should apply for this position, chithra (He said it with an appreciative yet lusty smile. I could feel the longing in his eyes to kiss me right there. )
me: Oh, well. Not my cup of tea. It's ok doing it once I suppose.
Anil: Doing what Chithra? (he laughed and took his time too scan me from head to toe, as I realised the multiple meanings hidden in that sentence and bit my lips and smiled too).
I was feeling fantastic to know that he is turned on by looking at my body. This is Anil, who gets to see the most perfect of structures every day and yet what he saw in me turns him on. I felt elated and smiled to myself secretly.
Anita Looks like I am going to lose my job. (she said that with a sweet smile)
Anil: No sweetie, you'll never lose your job. Switch the controller to in-flight mode.
(turning to me) It just means chithra, we have taken off and we are flying now.
(back to Anita) Now, I am the very old passenger. As a part of the next test come and unbuckle the seat belt (he said it with an even lustier smile)
I stood back and watched her.
As she approached, the 'seat-belt on' lights lit up overhead.
Anil: Oh, that just means we might hit turbulence now.
Even before he finished and as Anita was bending forward, the turbulence stuck us.
It was making even the seasoned veteran like Anita loose balance and fall forward on Anil. She was fumbling with the seat-belt. (Why would you try to unbuckle a seat-belt especially in a turbulence situation?)
I went closer to her see how she is faring and placed my palm over her smooth back as I leaned over her.
(As I did that we had another wild jerk)
Me: Ooops!
Loosing balance, I groped her butt cheeks quite firmly... while holding the seat with my other hand. I could see that she was holding Anil's rudder fully and squarely! As I saw what she was holding, my grip on her butts became tighter. Her mouth opened wider as my fingers shifted along her crack. Anita pushed forward and her face was pressed on Anil's chest.
I made no attempt to move and my fingers traced her butt crevice with no pretexts now. Anita seemed to be enjoying every moment of it.
It was a nice feeling to slide my fingers up there in another lady's butt crack, I discovered.
to be continued...
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