The Toronto Run

This story is fiction. Emails are all welcome.

The Toronto Run

I am a flight attendant, and I was on a trip to Toronto. I had a two
day layover there and I was not looking forward to two lonely days in a
hotel room. The passengers were loaded and I gave my safety briefing. We
were at the runway and the pilots made the announcement that we were number
one for departure and flight attendant please be seated.

We took off and in the first row was a girl. She looked to be about
twenty two, she had a gothic look with jet black hair, pail skin and bright
blue eyes. She had her legs crossed with tight blue jeans that were ripped
at the knees. She had a tight black tank top on, her tits were small and
firm. Her Bra strap showed, and her nipples were slightly visible in her
shirt. She was looking out the window as we climbed up to our cruising
altitude. I took the opportunity to steal a glance at her sexy body. She
looked at me quickly and smiled. I shyly smiled back feeling embarrassed.

We leveled off and it was time for me to run the cart up the isle. I
started from the back of the plane as usual and worked my way to the front.
The flight was about half full and she was sitting in the front row by
herself. I finally reached the front of the plane, she had her headsets on
with her eyes closed. I looked down at her, and almost gave up, thinking
she was sleeping, when her eyes opened and she looked up at me.

“Would you like something to drink?” I asked in a friendly tone. She
hit the stop button on her MP3 player, and pulled her headsets out of her
ears.

“What did you say?” she asked. She had a sexy Canadian accent and her
bright blue eyes looked into mine. I felt slightly intimidated by her.
Her face and the tone of her voice displayed complete confidence.

“Would u like something to drink?” I asked in a nervous voice.

“Give me a sprite.” She said I grabbed the soda can out of the bottom
drawer on the cart and I poured it in a plastic cup full of ice. I handed
it to her and she took it slowly. She ran her soft fingers on my hand as
she took the glass.

“Would you like anything to eat?” I asked hoping she would say no so I
could go sit down. She looked at me and paused. I fidgeted nervously as I
waited for her answer.

“I want to eat you.” She said in a quite voice. I looked at her and my
mouth opened slightly in shock. The blood started leaving my head and my
heart rate increased.

“Excuse me?” I questioned. She smiled and she ran her hand through her
hair. She remained poised, and she put the ear buds back in.

“I’m not hungry thank you.” She said I placed the cart under the table
where it belonged, and I sat in my seat. I kept my eyes on the floor. I
was nervous and I tried to not make eye contact with her, without it
looking unnatural. A man towards the middle of the plane got up and walked
toward the back lab facility. I glanced up to make sure he wasn’t doing
anything abnormal. In the corner of my eye I saw the girl look at me. I
looked at her and she smiled at me. I lowered my head and gave her a half
smile.

The eta was two hours, and I did not want to spend the next few hours
looking at the floor. I looked up at her again. Her music was still on
and she glared out the window. She looked over at me, and pulled her
headsets off.

“So do you live in Toronto?” She asked. I shook my head and looked away
again. I felt like a bitch, I did not mean to be rude to her but I was
really shy. A moment passed and I forced myself out of my seat and I
walked up to her.

“Do you mind if I sit down?” I asked. She looked at me and pulled her
bag off the seat next to her.

“Not at all.” She said. I sat down next to her and looked at her sexy
legs that were covered by her tight blue jeans. She had a small tattoo of
a butterfly on her ankle.

“I live in Chicago.” I said “Do you live in Toronto?”

“Yes I do.” She said. I nodded my head and fidgeted with my fingers.