I am finally back to work, my dears. Not quite yet 100%, but my dirty mind is at work and I am moving! (And doing the wonderfully naughty things I like to do!) So, this story is just getting off the ground. In more ways than one …
Fly me, I’m Stacey
My name is Stacey. I am flight attendant a large airline, and as such, I get to go around the world — a lot. Throughout your lifetime, you won’t meet many women who are like me. I’m proud of to be able to say that. So is my husband, Matt.
Matt had just joined our flight crew, and I met him on his first flight for our company on a jet out of New York City to Seattle. Matt was the first officer, and I was his flight attendant. It was clear right from the get-go that Matt knew what to say and how to charm the ladies: When I stuck my head in the cockpit to say hello, his first words were, “Wow! You are gorgeous!”
I liked him immediately.
But it wasn’t just his charming ways that I found attractive about Matt. If you must know (and I know you do!), Matt was also the type of guy that I find myself staring at. He was slim, attractive, and looked great in a pilot’s uniform. He also had a touch of gray hair at his temples, and I knew that he was older than me by at least a decade. I didn’t mind, though. Like I said, he looked good in a uniform. And I admit it; I am a sucker for a pilot. I knew that when I took a position as a flight attendant; eventually, I wanted a pilot in my bedroom.
But I’m younger than Matt, and it shows. The Italian in my blood has given me thick, black hair, and I keep it shoulder length. When I’m on the job, my hair is typically pulled back in a pony tail. When I’m off work, I wear it loose and free. When it comes to clothing, I’m like any other hot-blooded female. I like stark, primary colors. Black and white is nice, but give me bold reds, greens and yellows. I’m a pretty woman, and I like attracting attention.
(more to cum!)