by Eva Luxe
Chapter 2 – Dana
I could feel my hips switch inadvertently as I walked back to the cabin, wringing my hands. I was used to being on commercial airlines with dozens of drinks and snacks to serve. I kind of liked having more people to serve because it kept me occupied through most of the flight. Now that I was working for Mr. Roberts though, I only had one person to attend to.
His assistant, Rachel, had told me that there may be more people on future flights but not to expect any more than four people on each of the flights. I wondered why he would even want to go through the hassle of hiring a flight attendant but, of course, I wasn’t going to complain. I guess filthy rich guys like to have someone serve their drinks on their private flights.
And these days, I was at the mercy of any employer. That wasn’t always the case. But I can remember the day that everything changed for me like it’d just happened yesterday. It began like any other normal day.
I woke up early to pack my husband Charles’ lunch, since he was a firefighter and their shifts started incredibly early. I remember standing at the kitchen counter at two o’clock in the morning making his favorite: turkey and Swiss on a hoagie roll, with some of my secret sauce, which was just thousand island and paprika, but Charles loved it and acted as if I’d invented an award-winning recipe every time he ate it.
He always had me pack two sandwiches, plus a spare in case he got extra hungry, but we both knew that he would likely share the sandwiches with some of the other guys at the fire house. Charles told me that he had a sneaking suspicion that some of them purposely didn’t bring a lunch so that he would feel guilted into sharing with them. They loved the sandwiches I made.
Just as I was finishing up wrapping his sandwiches, I felt him come up behind me and silently pull my pajama pants down. Charles and I were like horny teenagers and even though the fire house kept him busy, he never missed a moment to catch me spontaneously and have the hottest sex.
He didn’t even bother to ask me or turn me around. He leaned me over the counter and plunged his hard dick into my pussy. I had to bury my face into the back of my arm to keep my screams from tearing through the house and waking our son.
He fucked me like a porn star that morning, pushing all his weight into me, grunting with pleasure. He came hard, keeping his dick inside of me, letting it pulse against my tight walls.
My mind was on him for the rest of the day. I sent a few texts letting him know that I was thinking of him and how much I had enjoyed having him inside of me that morning. I didn’t think anything of it when he didn’t respond, since I knew that he rarely kept his phone on him, especially if they’d gotten a call.
I’d assumed he had just been busy doing what he did best: being a hero. But, I hadn’t heard anything from him by dinner. That’s when I started worrying because it wasn’t like him to not check in during the day whenever he could even if it was just to say, “I’ll see your sexy ass soon,” or “That secret sauce was especially delicious today.”
My heart skipped a beat when I finally saw the name I had programmed for him in my phone, “Hubby”, appear on my phone screen.
“Hello, honey,” I said, in the most seductive voice that I could muster.
“Hello,” came a voice that I didn’t recognize.
“Who is this?” I asked, beginning to worry.
“Uh…this is Tom.”
I couldn’t figure out why the fire chief was calling me from Charles’ phone.
“I don’t know how to say this, Dana. But, there’s been an accident.”
All I remember after that was hearing ringing in my ears. This couldn’t be happening. Charles was always very careful.
But, after my shock had worn off a little, I realized that it was in fact happening and of course it wasn’t completely out of the realm of possibility, given his job. I’d learned that Charles had gone into an apartment building that was on fire. After he’d helped rescue a little girl and her dog, a wall collapsed, trapping Charles and the girls’ parents in the building, where they had all burnt to death.
Scott didn’t even cry at the funeral. He just stared at the picture of his father that sat in the front of the room, never letting his chubby hand loosen its tight grip on my hand. I told him that his father was gone, that he would never see him again, but at five years old, I’m not too sure how much of it he understood.
Charles had insurance through the fire department, but it wasn’t enough after funeral expenses and money to save to pay upcoming bills, so I had to scramble to figure out a way to take care of our only son. We had planned to have more children— siblings for Scott— but it hadn’t happened by the time Charles had died.
Charles and I had also always talked about sending Scott to a great private school and, despite the change in our circumstances, I wanted to keep things according to our plans, so I took a job as a flight attendant at an airline to pay the bills. After several months and putting down a hefty deposit on Scott’s tuition, I realized that I was going to have to come up with a better plan.
I’d found the ad for Mr. Roberts’ personal jet online and responded. His assistant quickly called me and set up an interview. I knew that anyone with a private jet had to have money, but I had no idea just how wealthy he was until I walked into his office building.
It looked like a spaceship, equipped with escalators and see-through elevators. What really caught my eye was the impressive amount of gold that covered almost everything, the crystal chandeliers that hung from the ceilings, and the Romanesque waterfalls that served as centerpieces for each corridor.
After a short interview, I was offered the position right on the spot, along with a salary that doubled the one I’d had at the airline. Of course, I didn’t hesitate to accept the offer.
Up until this first flight, I’d never even met Mr. Roberts. I did Google him, though. He wasn’t very hard to find since he was almost as famous as a celebrity. But, standing there, seeing him in person, was nothing compared to seeing his pictures. And the way that he looked at me hungrily, like he wanted to have his way with me right there in the cabin, made my knees go weak.
The more I thought about it, the more excited I got. When crossing my knees didn’t work anymore, I tiptoed to the bathroom so that I could try to calm down. I splashed water on my face and stared at myself in the mirror.
Get it together, Dana, I thought. I didn’t want to mix business with pleasure, especially when this job almost seemed too good to be true. In addition to not paying enough money, my job at the airline kept me away from Scott more than I cared to be and my son needed me. I was all that he had.
It was decided that my mother would watch him while I worked and she told me that he would spend a lot of time alone, just staring off into space, with the saddest look on his face. He rarely ever said anything, but one day he told my mother, “I miss my dad.”
That was all he’d said to her. She begged me to find a way to spend more time with him and I promised that I would. I knew that this would be a way for me to keep that promise. I could work less hours and make more money.
So, just then I knew that I had to get rid of my silly school girl crush on my boss or else it would cloud my better judgment and prevent me from doing the job that I was hired to do. Plus, I knew that Mr. Roberts was completely out of my league, so there was no need to frustrate myself with impossible fantasies.
But, the look in his eyes…
I couldn’t stop myself from getting excited. I decided to give my throbbing pussy some relief. I sat down on the toilet seat, lifted my skirt, pulled my panties to the side, and began circling my fingers around my hardening clit.
I dipped my finger into my moist vagina and a clear coat of liquid engulfed my finger. I tasted it. A soft moan escaped my lips. I kept thinking about Mr. Roberts, imagining what it would be like to have my legs spread wide and him plunging deep inside of me. I tried to stay quiet as I imagined my fingers being his hard dick pushing its way into my wet womanhood.
When I felt the pressure building, I exploded in a powerful orgasm that almost knocked me from my perch on the toilet seat. It felt like the bathroom actually shook.
Then, I realized that the bathroom did shake.
I thought that I’d felt a little turbulence before, but I dismissed it, thinking that it was just the jolts that I had been sending to my body with my fingers.
Something was wrong. I quickly washed my hands and fixed my skirt, moving my way back into the cabin.
As soon as I opened the door, my earpiece began crackling and I could hear a spotty, frantic voice in my ear. It was the pilot. After a few more steps, he came in clearly.
“Mayday, mayday! All hands-on deck! Has anyone seen the flight attendant? We are experiencing turbulence caused by a blizzard that hit the plane, and one of the engines is down!”
My tongue felt thick and I thought that I would be sick.
Somehow, I managed to stammer out a response, my hands shaking as I tried to hold down the button on my walkie talkie.
“I’m here. This is Dana.”
“Where have you been?! Come to the cockpit right away! One of our engines has failed and we are going down. There’s an epic proportion winter storm out here that just hit us out of nowhere. Where were you, anyway?”
“I…uh…had to use the bathroom,” came my sheepish reply. It was true, although my cheeks flushed at the thought of what I had been doing in the bathroom. “My earpiece must have lost reception in there.”
I mentally kicked myself for letting my sensual thoughts keep me from being available at work when I needed to be, on the first day at that. And, of course, in the middle of an emergency. I was sure that this was going to be my first and last day, if we survived this.
I rushed to the cockpit, my heart almost beating out of my chest.
I tried to ignore the excitement that began to well up as Mr. Roberts made his way down the aisle toward the cockpit, where I was standing.
Even among all the commotion, I could feel my clit hardening again.
Well, shit, I thought. Leave it to me to be fantasizing about my new boss just as his private jet is going down. I’m about to lose my life and all I can think about is his cock in my pussy. That’s how fucking hot this guy is. And how horny I am after such a long time of going without sex, although it’s looking like I’ll never get to have sex again.
Chapter 3 – Kurt
The next hour after James announced that there was engine failure and blizzard conditions was a complete blur. I almost started to curse my high-minded thinking that I could have my own personal jet manned by just one mechanic, who served as the co-pilot.
The way his eyebrows furrowed as he ran back and forth from the small engine room and the cockpit, checking and rechecking charts and maps, silently made me a little nervous. But it also didn’t seem to be as bad as it could be— as bad as it had seemed at first.
I could tell that the flight attendant was nervous, too. She kept fanning herself, hyperventilating, and shifting her legs back and forth. Had this been anything else other than a minor emergency, I might had thought that she was getting turned on. But, I quickly dismissed the thought knowing that that couldn’t possibly be what was happening.
Knowing that she was nervous about this situation suddenly dispelled my own qualms about it. It was almost like feeling very drunk and then realizing once you must take care of someone even drunker, that you’re not as bad off as you thought you were. A sobering reality washed over me, and I kept telling myself we were going to be okay.
I saw her nod at me, as if reading my mind and thinking the same thing.
We are going to be okay. Right?
It seemed she too was trying to be stoic now. She walked over to me, plastering on her attempt at a smile and said, “Mr. Roberts, let’s get you back to your seat. Can I bring you another drink?”
I was mildly impressed by her level of professionalism, but turned to James to get a feel for what was going on.
He nodded in agreement, saying, “Dana’s right. It looks like we will be able to land fine with the remaining engine power. However, we will have to do an emergency landing nearby. We won’t be able to go back, and we won’t make it to our destination with this amount of engine power. I am going to contact the nearest airport and see how quickly we can land. But due to all the snow, I have no idea when that will be.”
Getting the reassurance that I was looking for, I made my way back down the aisle to my seat.
Great, I thought. Engine failure hundreds of miles away from our destination meant that I was going to miss my meeting. Could anything else go wrong?
As upset I was about missing the meeting, I was glad we weren’t in imminent danger. And as much as I hated admitting it, I was even less excited about going back home early and dealing with Olivia now that my plans had been changed. I would have much rather sat in a stuffy boardroom locked in negotiations for hours, even days, with the most stubborn of business professionals, than relive the experience that I’d had with my daughter that morning.
It made me feel like a fucking failure of a father, to not know how to help my own daughter. At least in the boardroom, I was king and knew how to help my business.
“Mr. Roberts, please! Do something!” the nanny’s voice had wailed earlier today, over the house’s intercom system.
My feet felt like lead weights as I walked the length of the hallway from my bedroom to Olivia’s room. I had no idea what I was going to say and, even worse, I didn’t know what I was going to encounter once I got there.
Putting on my sternest face, I asked, “Olivia, what seems to be the problem?”
“I don’t want to go to that stupid school with those stupid kids and those stupid teachers! They’re all so stupid and this stupid bitch acts like she can’t hear and keeps telling me to get ready for school. I’m not going to school and none of you assholes can make me!”
She stood there with her arms folded, looking way too old for her actual age— especially based on the very adult swear words that had just come out of her mouth—and waiting for me to speak.
“If you don’t go to school, you can forget about getting that new iPhone that you want.”
I knew how much she loved her phone and had been begging for the new one for weeks.
She stared at me, blood pooling in her pale cheeks. She let out a loud shriek.
“I hate you! I hate everyone. I wish you would all just die and leave me alone!”
She collapsed on her bed in a fit of tears.
I took that as my chance to escape and quickly backed out of the room.
And this was before I got the call from her school about her misbehavior. I knew that threats were not going to be enough. I would have to do something.
But, what? Short of threatening her electronic devices, I was at a loss.
But, I knew who would know exactly what to do: my mother. She had offered to look after Olivia after my wife left. She said that she knew that I was an amazing businessman and made her heart proud, but she worried that trying to raise a little girl on my own might prove to be stressful.
It turned out she was right. As usual. But she was getting on in age herself and she had my father to look after. He spent more days in the hospital than he did at the brownstone that they now called home after selling my childhood home to live somewhere that was more manageable and closer to where we lived in the city. But, I had a nanny and she was tremendously helpful, especially when I had to take trips like this one.
Part of me still toyed with the idea, though, of sending Olivia to live with my mother. That way she would be in a more stable home. And my mother was as tough as nails. I knew that Olivia wouldn’t even attempt a lot of the nonsense with her that she did with me.
“Here’s your drink,” came a shaky voice next to me, bringing me back to the cabin in the plane. It was the flight attendant. Her hands were shaking so badly, she spilled a little of the drink when she tried to hand it to me.
After dropping off my drink, she hurried off to the cockpit. She emerged after a few minutes, all the color drained from her face. She walked slowly down the short aisle in my direction, absentmindedly wringing her hands. Instinctively, I stood up, walked over to meet her, and wrapped my arms around her.
“Don’t worry. We’re going to be okay,” I said.
I wanted more than anyone to believe that we would be.
Chapter 4 – Dana
It wasn’t until Kurt Roberts hugged me, the scent of his sweet yet manly cologne wafting up into my nose, that I began to calm down. I could feel my heart slow down to a normal rate. I sighed deeply, holding onto him tightly. I didn’t expect it, but it was nice.
I also didn’t expect my nipples to stand at firm attention, but they did. I could tell that he felt them pressing against his chest. He pulled away slightly, looking into my eyes, inquisitively. I didn’t try to hide the excitement that was taking me over.
There I was again! Having these horny schoolgirl thoughts when there were more important things to worry about.
“Thank you, Mr. Roberts,” I said, pulling away from the long hug. “I don’t know why I’m so shaken up. Working in an airline for as long as I have, I’ve had my fair share of emergency situations. I’ve been in situations that have been much worse than this, so I should know that everything will be okay. This storm is bad, but I really have been through worse weather and everything has turned out just fine.”
Waving his hand, Kurt said, “Oh, no worries, and call me Kurt. I completely understand. I have a lot on my mind too and it’s almost like can things get any worse?”
“Oh, my goodness! Me, too!” I blurted out. “Well, I’m sure I don’t have as much going on as you do, but I’m a widow and I’ve got a son at home that relies on me to take care of him.”
Kurt’s face took on a look of genuine concern.
