The Flight Simulator by Chithra - 8

Anil: well, er, sorry. Wow. (he mumbled, not taking his eyes off my boobs even for second )
But my facial expression was sheer horror. He mumbled but he didn't make any attempt to step out and still stood there.
I stood there frozen too staring at Anil with both my tits out fully exposed, still holding Anita's hand. Anita was looking back and forth between me and Anil.
Suddenly coming back to senses, I left her hands and quickly covered my boobs.

As I did that, Anil sighed and was about to turn to leave, but Anita decided to go for the kill.
Anita: Anil! One minute.

Anil: Yes Anita. (He was all smiles, he seemed to be glad to use any excuse to stay there longer.)

to be continued...
Anita: I just found out that Chithra here doesn't have a regular habit of shaving her hair, unlike me or the rest of us that work here. I can show you if you want. (giggling)

I utterly cannot believe what I just heard!

Me: Anita!! Stop. Stop it please. (I realised that it started out as a command, but turned out more of pleading. I am in no position to command.)

As I was busy hushing her up, I just heard Anil say.

Anil: chithra, trust me, hers is just totally smooth.

I was half expecting that she is going to raise my hand again, and was securing my defences. I was concentrating so much on trying to predict what Anita would do next that I even nodded at Anil at his statement. I couldn't even think of asking him to leave.

As I was leaning on the table facing Anita, she brought her left hand around me, just like hugging me, leaving me totally confused as to what she is up to. Anil seemed equally intrigued by the proceedings as I am. He even stepped a bit closer to my annoyance. She then pulled me forward a bit making me stand upright, slightly away from the table.

Succeeding in distracting me sufficiently, she held both her hands on my naked shoulders.

Anita: Now, stand still ok honey?
Me: Anita, don't please... stop it.

My predicament reminded me of the goat that was about to be slaughtered. It looks at the butcher indifferently as it has gone past the stage of protesting and has resigned to its fate. Similar to that, I was expecting that it's simply a matter of time before Anita lifts my hands up to display my arm pit to Anil.

But contrary to my expectation, her hands slid smoothly and quickly across my shoulders and to my hips and stayed there briefly. I suddenly had a reckoning of what she is up to, but it was already too late!

Oh yes, and Anil was all primed for the view, as he positioned himself in a better angle, as her naughty fingers easily undid my petticoat.

Anita: See, this is what I was telling you Anil. See.

Her face was beaming with pride as though she was a proud artist; unveiling his art in an exhibition.
Me: Noooooooo! (I could only manage a shriek, as my hands were busy clutching my naked tits. I clumsily shifted position, using one hand to cover my tits and brought my other hand to try and hold on to my loosened petticoat. I couldn't do justice in covering both my tits with just one hand, so I pulled them together and used my hand to cover it across, hoping to cover as much as I could. My right nipple was exposed, showing how stiff and erect it was, before I covered it with my thumb, pressing on it. It only made it more erotic and obscene. I couldn't care much as I was concentrating on the slipping petticoat now.

She giggled loudly. (And thought to her self, now that's for trying to embarrass me out there in the cabin)

Anita: Look at the bush on display here.

With that she poked my fleshy hips on both sides as I was leaning forward to hold the petticoat in position. Just as she expected, I yelped in response with a 'Please Noooo Anita' and as she continued to poke my hips and tickle me I let go of the petticoat fully, but held it in between my thighs from falling and used my free hand to push her hand away, but my one hand was proving to be no match for her 2 hands. She continued her naughty giggle and held my hand with her hand and used her free hand to tickle and poke me more.

She continued her merciless tickling and lowered her hand from my hip to my now well exposed pubic area. My petticoat was hanging precariously from my grip in between my thighs. Her hand gripped my pubic hair and she gave a playful tug amidst her giggles. I hadn't expected this, one bit and jumped in surprise, thus loosening the grip at my thigh. The petticoat faithfully followed the laws of gravity. I gave up on it and at that point, all I wanted was to escape her hands and nothing else. I stepped out of the petticoat and ran out of the pantry pushing Anil out of my way.

Obviously, neither Anil nor Anita was in a hurry to catch me as there is not a single bit of cloth one me and not a lot of places to hide there in the cockpit or to cover myself with.

Anita: (smiling wickedly at Anil) Here are all her clothes, down to her last bit. Did I deliver what I promised?

Anil: yes baby. More than what I had asked for (toying at my bra cups)

As I ran out, I just found the big curtain separating the first and economy class and took refuge behind it. I just heard footsteps walking towards me.

Anita came closer to the curtain and called me in a low voice. I stood shaking behind the screen peeked my head out just. Anil was no where to be seen.

Me: (in a trembling voice) What? What did you do that for? That was nasty Anita.

Anita: Chithra, so sorry for all that.

I am trembling and so vulnerable to take any offence at that point. I remained mute.

Anita: I said sorry babe. Anyway, here is your petticoat back

I grabbed the petticoat from her stretching my hand out. I disappeared behind the curtain and wore it back quickly. Just when I was nearly done, she opened the curtain and smiled at me widely.

Anita: Now here is the blanket.

Opening the curtain wider, she came towards me with the new blanket. She herself opened it and wrapped it around my shoulder. It was covering my boobs fully to my relief and cam down a couple of inches below that. Not a lot, but I was content with the modesty it offered, but I was very concerned to go out with that out fit. It would do very well to stay here behind the curtain, no way, I could come in front of Anil with this white flimsy petticoat, I thought. Enough is enough.


Anita: what are you thinking Chithra? Come, Lets go to the first class compartment.

Me: If you don't mind, I shall wait here. I don't want to come out dressed like this. (Pointing out at the petticoat and the blanket)

Anita: Tell you what chithra, if you are that concerned about the flimsy petticoat, then you can wear my saree. That would make you feel much better. OK? Besides, I would like to do this to you as a favour and good will, for causing all the trouble to you just now.

I was touched, hearing that from her. Before I could answer any further, she swiftly removed her saree and handed it to me. I took it from her without words, and thanked her with my eyes as I quickly wore it, dropping the blanket on the floor.

I secured the pallu over my tits and tucked it in my hip. As I just bent to pick the blanket to cover my shoulder, Anita bent down to pick it up.

Anita: Do you mind if I use this one now chithra? now that you have a saree?
(That was the most sincere mock request ever).

Me: Oh ok then. (I just couldn't refuse that).

Anita: Ok, come-on, let's go to the first class cabin now. Anil should be waiting there.

As she touched my naked shoulders and nudged me out, I felt like electricity pass through me.

Me: Do I look ok in this? ( I whispered at Anita as we approached).

She winked at me and said 'Just right Chithra'. Anil just spotted me too. Before I could turn my face away from him in shame, he remarked.

Anil: you look great. You have a very ethnic look chithra.

Anita: How about me? I don't look too trashy without a saree, do I?

Anil: No, You are gorgeous too Anita.

me: (I blushed further.. but cheered up a bit) You're being nice. Thanks

I gingerly kept pulling the pallu this way and that, too conscious.

Anil: we are ready now, let's got to the front set of seats, now. Ladies first.

I quietly followed Anita, and my eyes fixed on her naked bums jiggling freely beneath her petticoat. Anil followed me eyeing at my swaying butt cheeks, rewinding in his mind my naked butt cheeks he just saw a few minutes ago.


Anil (trying to sound professional) First class is all about service. You won't get those rude customers like in economy, but you get people who pay a lot. So they expect nothing but the best service. The seats here fold into beds, if needed.
They get the best meals, drinks and pretty much whatever they ask for.

Momentarily forgetting my state of (un)dress I listened. As he spoke Anita was dutifully drying my saree and blouse on the A/C vents, as she knows what to do only too well. Anil was not even making an effort too look at my melons, showing true professionalism as he explained.

Anil sat on one of the nice cosy seats.

Anil: So, Chithra, Why don't you be my fellow passenger? Come, sit here. (he pointed to the seat to his right.)

I nodded and sat on the chair. It was indeed a lot bigger, cosier and comfortable than the seats at Economy.

Anita approached us with an even friendlier smile and gently placed her hand on Anil's shoulder and leaned closer to his face and asked him very courteously, 'What can I do for you sir? You seem a bit tired; would you like to try one of our finest wine selections?' She wore the blanket quite casually on her and it was not covering most of her chest. Her perky medium sized, but extremely well shaped bosoms inside her blouse were on display as she bent forward to enquire.

Anil: Oh sure, honey. Bring me a red please. My friend here is tired too, so I am sure she will appreciate the red wine too, so get an additional glass.


'Sure sir, in a minute'. Before I could protest, Anita disappeared and re-appeared with a bottle of wine and 2 glasses and started pouring.

The two seats that we were seated was the middle row and there was an aisle on each side. She handed the filled in glass to Anil and he took it with a smile. She walked around the other aisle and stood beside me and still with the same smile, started pouring a glass for me.

Me: (I sat forward). No. Anita, I am fine. I don't need a wine or anything.

Anil: (Casually placing his hand on my thigh) its ok chithra. Here, all you will get are the finest. This wine costs at least a few thousand rupees outside, I am sure. so, one should enjoy and try the finer tastes of life when one gets an opportunity. (and with that his hand now tapped my thigh, and he smiled).

Me: but, I am not into all this. No, I am sorry.

Anita was not listening and she poured a generous portion. As I was looking at Anita, I was not aware of my left boob, partly exposed from the side and Anil was enjoying the sight of it. The pallu was not offering the greatest of protections, but at least it was not totally, transparent.

While I was still protesting, seeing what Anil was gazing at, suddenly Anita said.


Anita: Hold on the glass one moment chithra, will you? ( I took it from her, confused a bit).

She took the blanket off her and wrapped it over my shoulders.

Anita: I think I am Ok dear, but I think you're offering him a free show of your secrets. So here you go.

Suddenly realising what she meant I cringed in shame for the nth time that evening.
Me: (with an embarrassed face.) Thanks Anita.

Anil: I couldn't turn down what came in view Chithra. Let me adjust the blanket from here.
As she adjusted the blanket on my right side, Anil's hand form my thigh crept up and he adjusted it from the left side, and while he did that, his fingers caressed the base of my bare boobs. I sighed, and nearly about the same time Anita's fingers brushed and poked my other boob. I shivered and jerked a bit. They both quickly removed their hands off me, but it was an unbelievable sensation – my boobs being touched by two strangers at the same time, in the pretext of adjusting a blanket.

I nevertheless, thanked them both. My mind still lingering with the thoughts of those fingers brushing the underside of my breasts. When I leaned back, I was indeed feeling better with the blanket on.

I realised that I was still having the wine in my hand.

Anil: Go on, Chithra. Take a sip. You could have it more only if you like it.

Me: Ok. ( I took a sip and it was indeed a good taste. Something that my palette has not encountered before and I wanted to try some more. I took another sip.)

Anil: There you go. I know you'd like it definitely. Finish it then. Yeah?

I smiled and continued to sip. When I tasted it, Anita appeared with 2 trays of hot food.


Anil: A good wine should always be accompanied by a good food. Let's eat.

The smell of the food was so good, only then did I realise how hungry I was. I took the food from Anita without any questions. We had the food with some initial chit chat from Anil until Anita switched on a latest released regional movie, which I was planning to watch anyway. So I was more than happy to watch the movie and enjoy the meal with that fantastic wine supplement. The taste of which seems to be getting better by the sip.

The meal was going on for a little while, and Anita was judiciously going through her air-hostess routine, offering us refills. In fact, before I could finish the meal, I had 2 more refills of the wine. I realised that I was talking louder than usual and my head was feeling somewhat heavy, but nice. Anita left the glasses with us and took the trays away from us with that trademark infectious smile. When I smiled back at her, she touched my shoulder gently, just as she did with Anil and said.

Anil: I hope the meal was nice, Just enjoy the movie, I shall bring another refill for you, and then perhaps some coffee.

I thought of saying No, as I had already started feeling the effect of it, but it was too nice to say no to and besides it would be good to watch the rest of the movie with that.

While I was busy watching the movie sipping the 3rd glass, Anita had dimmed the cabin light a lot more shut the windows to create the ambience.

The semi-darkness was giving a great effect. Anita was standing right behind me. After a few more minutes, she leaned forward closer to me.

Anita: Now, just relax madam, and be a bit more comfortable (and she reclined my seat far back.)

Me: Thank you.

I was nearly lying down as the seat has reclined to a bed. It was good arrangement, that there was a TV hanging from the ceiling and we could see the movie still. Anil, beside me, has reclined back too, but not that far. His was still a seat and if he turned, he could see me lying down completely. My feet now rested on the seat / bed now fully and I realised that I was completely lying down, but it felt good.

Just as I thought a couple of pillows would be good, Anita magically appeared with two soft pillows. She then gently lifted my head and placed the pillows underneath and took away the empty glass from me.

After a few minutes, the wine was having a profound effect on me. I was having trouble opening my eyes, especially after laying down. I was thinking of getting back up as I found my eyelids are forcing their way to shut my eyes up.

Just at that moment, I felt Anita's soft hands on my forehead.

Anita: I think you would feel heavenly with a nice massage now. What do you think?

She disappeared and came back with a bottle of lotion in her hand. She started pressing my forehead gently, yet firmly. Her fingers were slightly oily and the fragrance was other worldly. I closed my eyes fully and gave in to the sensation as her hands moved to the nape of my neck. I found myself breathing deeper as she kept massaging me. I thought to myself, 'God! That's heavenly. I am having the best day of my life.' Her fingers were working on my cheek and chin expertly. I felt some movement in the adjacent seat.

At about the same time, Anita took my blanket off my shoulders, gently. Her hands were kneading my shoulders now and it's just the thin pallu preventing me from being top-less. I just heard a shuffle at the adjacent seat. I opened my eyes a slit to find that Anil has turned towards me now and fully enjoying what he was seeing. He was looking at my boobs rising and falling smoothly underneath my pallu.

Instead of getting annoyed, I quite liked being watched by Anil at that stage. I pretended to not notice him watching me and I closed my eyes back. I realised that as Anita's hands were pressing my shoulders in a circular motion, with each advancing circle her fingers were advancing closer to my nipples and her left hand was expertly pushing my pallu inwards making it narrower during each turn.

I sighed louder and opened my eyes a bit again, and this time Anil was watching me with his mouth open and eager to see my boobs popping out. Even as he watched Anita's hand has deftly pushed my pallu all the way to gently expose my left boobs partially while her right hand was working on my right elbow and on its way to my wrist. Her next circular stroke pushed my pallu far enough to expose my nipples. Just as it came in view, I could see Anil's eyes nearly popped out of its sockets.

He mumbled 'The best I've seen so far.' I heard that and felt thrilled about the whole situation. Normally, I wouldn't have allowed such a thing to happen even in my dreams, but I suppose the wine and the aroma oil and the whole new settings have lulled my defences. Besides, I was getting carried away with the whole thing and the presence of another woman has helped bringing my guards down easier.

The cabin lights were bright enough to show every detail of what was exposed, but not too bright to make me outright uncomfortable. Leaving my left boob exposed, Anita took my right hand with both her hands, and raised it over my head and started massaging it with both her hands. I closed my eyes back and relaxed myself as she massaged my fingers. As my right hand was raised above my head, my right breast came into view also, in all its glory. The pallu was flowing across my boobs, just like a stream would in a valley formed between the mountains.

She soon raised my left hand over my head too, leaving my right hand and leaned forward to massage my triceps. 'You are so soft here chithra, amazing.' She cooed in my ears as she continued.

Her fingers travelled all the way from my elbow to my arm pits back and forth, massaging my hands with varying pressure, each causing a unique sensation. She could rival any professional masseur.

After a few strokes, she pressed my palms together against her crotch as she leaned forward reaching lower and lower all the way to the sides of my now very exposed breasts. I was enjoying each advancing stroke while my fingers were arrested between the pillow and her thighs.

In between strokes, I let my hands travel over her and held her at her thighs on both sides, in a classic position, letting my hands wander from her mid thighs to all the way up to her naked hip and back.

Anita: That's it Honey. Nice. (and she has placed my hands on her hips nicely and firmly, indicating me to be free with my explorations too.)

Each advancing stroke from Anita now included visits to the sides of my boobs and just that little flick to my rock-hard nipples. Just at that point, despite the aromatic oil I could smell the wine in my breath, and I was feeling something warm was filling my deep navel. I opened my eyes again to find that Anil was already leaning forward slurping his tongue, with his wine glass in his hand. As I looked down, he started tasting the wine off my navel.

To my own surprise, my navel must have been holding a lot of wine, or he must have licked too slowly, as it took a while before I could feel his tongue, lapping the base of my navel. He was licking it clean as I could feel his hot tongue cleaning every bit of the insides of my navel. It was so nice to feel his hot tongue swirl all over my navel and I started to moan slightly. Just at the same time Anita's fingers caught hold of both my nipples and she started tweaking them like radio buttons.

I gasped as my whole body shook. Meanwhile, Anil was having his own refill as I felt some more wine being poured. Even as I gasped, he left his chair now and placed his hands on my waist just over the saree pleats as he hungrily licked the wine clean off my navel. Every time his tongue visited my navel it swirled to no end. Anita's palms now firmly circled my tits and she enthusiastically turned the rock-hard radio-buttons.
As I clutched my thighs together and shut my eyes tightly, I pressed my right toe over my left leg all the way up to my knee and bit my lips tightly breathing in short spurts. My hands above my head, was roaming over Anita's waist fingering her navel in the process, as I felt my melons rise and fall rapidly. Eyes tightly shut, I felt like I was floating in heaven being treated by two wonderful pairs of hands at the same time.