Chapter 1

Beep beep 5: 30 am

"Wake up Lisa, wake up" . . .

It was my first flight at my new job and I had overslept, energy shot through my body.

My adrenaline was pumping faster as I jumped off the bed and dashed into the bathroom.

"Good morning, Natalie," I said to my fellow flight attendant recently introduced the previous night as colleagues. She looks like a senior crew as she is already an experienced flight attendant.

We were paired to share the same hotel room, this hotel is reserved for early flights.

Her replies were fast and short . . . ''take a quick shower Lisa and a quick brush at your teeth otherwise you would miss the bus. You have no time to make up or to comb your hair, put your pantyhose inside your handbag and wear it inside the pick-up bus. The bus will arrive in less than 15 mins, you have very little time left."

I hurried to get dressed in a skirt, blouse and jacket. But I was surprised that she is still lying on the bed.

"Why are you not getting ready for the flight?" I asked her in a panic.

"My pick-up time is in 2 hours, I am on " stand-by " with very little chance of flying," Natalie replied.

"Oh my . . . .you should have told me yesterday, I would have slept early; I slept late chatting with you!"

" I thought we had the same pick-up time and we both could not oversleep, I was looking up to you as the backup alarm! I am off Natalie, bye."

I rushed out of the room with my luggage and my handbag. I waited impatiently for the elevator door to open and entered; down the elevator to the ground floor.

I was just in time for the pick-up bus to depart. Phew, I made it against all odds.

"Good morning everyone," I said to the other crew members.

"Good morning; "some replied.

I aimed straight for the back seat, I took out my pantyhose from my handbag and wore it with care, careful not to put holes in it.

It would be rendered useless if there were any holes and I would need to change it!

I was lucky to get the last backseat, otherwise wearing a pantyhose in full view of the other 12 flight crew would have been very unladylike because I had to raise my legs high and wide, raise my skirt and buttocks!

It is to my advantage no one is paying any attention to me, especially the male crew members

It was a very short drive to the airport, the sights of the brand new planes coming into view reminded me of how lucky I am to have gotten this job, at the biggest airline in the country.

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The Aviation industry.

Triad Air is the largest airline in Europe and one of the fastest-growing in the world with new routes being created continually and creating job opportunities.

It boasts of the newest air fleets in the latest technologies and as such is expanding at a very high rate.

It is recruiting and training new flight crews regularly.

The chairman of the company is Captain Robert Smith, he retired after a plane crash that killed one of his triplets and he was never the same.

He has stayed away from the media and out of the limelight as he is incapable of continuing to fly.

His passion for flying is now filled with guilt as it encompasses his heart.

Indeed behind every wealth is a crime….he will give it back to protect his family.

He is so emotionally drained, he had to handover to his two remaining sons; Captains Keith and Chris . . . ..' my boys; they are so dedicated to their duty of running the company but they have been very busy lately' he sighs.

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Keith sat on the couch adjacent to the bed at the executive suites of the Towerhill hotel.

He was watching his reflection but not in the mirror.

He was looking at his brother except that Chris was furiously pounding into the blond girl that they had picked up at the bar the night before.

Sweat covers his hard torso, trickling down his chiselled six-packs, glistening and shining as he fucks the blond harder.

Her full boobs were bouncing up and down; they were joggling, He grabbed and squeezed them.

His blue eyes deepened in satisfaction and he groaned louder, matching the moan from the blonde.

He stares straight at the brunette beside me, she is busy with my cock in her mouth bobbing up and down with her ass raised in the air while kneeling on top of the couch.

In our 32 years of existence, of sharing our lives; of sharing bedrooms, I can categorically say that there are just two major differences that tell us apart in the field of sexual desires and preferences.

First and foremost, his brother's clear blue eyes considerably darken to deep blue according to his emotions, especially when he is turned on, in the mood to bang and not stopping him till he reaches his peak.

Secondly, he loves to smack around cute butt while I am a sucker for titties, good size titties. In shorts, preference to bigger boobs.

It makes the view at this moment, at this presumable moment to be alternatively complementary to our obsession.