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The Mile High Club

"The Mile High Club?" She looked at me puzzled, "What does that mean?" I chuckled and stretched back in my seat, well as far back as one can when you are not flying first class. "Let’s just say it’s like Frequent Flyers but with extra special benefits." She nodded her pretty blond head pretending she understood. Oh to be that young and untarnished again, I thought to myself.

I was not too happy when my business partner asked me to take Christy along on this trip. He hired her with out even consulting me. From her looks I understand exactly why she was hired, young, blond, very big breasts, nice tight ass. From what I can tell she is a pretty bright kid when it comes to her job, hopefully she has enough common sense not to get involved with him. He has a great business mind but a total cad when it came to womyn. He is already working on his 3rd divorce, with who knows how many kids running around wondering who their daddy is.

The tall brunette stewardess wheeled the drink cart next to my seat. "Make that my usual Tammie. Coffee, cream and two sweeteners, the pink packets of course, just like I like my womyn." I said with a wink without even being asked. She flashed a very familiar grin as she handed me my cup. "Nice to see you again Toni, I thought maybe you found another club president at a competing airline." A smile crossed my face as I thought back to my last flight in mid-October, now that was a bumpy ride. "No just end of the year travel budget cuts. It sucks to own your own business and have to cut corners to make those year end numbers. But I’m back on my regular route till next October. Dallas this week, Chicago next, may try to slip in a visit to Vegas just for the fun of it, that is if you’re on that crew."

"Well I’m very glad you are still flying the family friendly skies with us, I have missed you", she cooed. "Hey I heard this really cute airline joke today at the lounge, would you like a good laugh." Tammie asked, totally oblivious of all the other patrons on this flight waiting patiently for their bag of 6 peanuts and a drink. "Well as Anne Rice wrote in Exit to Eden" I replied, "... making a womyn laugh is the next best thing to making her cum." She raised her eyebrows, "Oh I’ll have to remember that one, I can think of a few occasions that would cum in handy."

"Ok the joke went like this, A flight attendant, brunette of course," she interjected looking in the direction of my blond companion, "was stationed at the departure gate to check tickets." Slight giggle as she continued with the joke. "As a man approached, she extended her hand for the ticket and he opened his trench coat and flashed her. Without missing a beat she said, "Sir, I need to see your ticket, not your stub." A laugh erupted, a laugh that was the kind with a little snort at the end. But cute nonetheless. "Cute one hon" I replied. Quite pleased with her joke telling she got back to her beverage cart.

"Would you care for a drink and a bag of peanuts, miss?" She finally asked my young traveling companion. "Yes Diet coke with a twist of lime please, but keep the peanuts too much fat content" she replied. Tammie eyed her up and down, probably thinking the same thing I was, not much fat content going on in that body. Tammie leaned in and whispered in my ear, "You doing her?" I shook my head to the negative, "Strictly business babe, besides way too young for my tastes. No need to worry, besides you know what I like." Her hand rested on my shoulder, "yes I do remember a few things, but you may have to refresh my memory later on."

Christy, clueless to the conversation interrupted, "Ma’am could you tell me how high we are flying right now?" "I believe at this time we are probably flying at an altitude of 150 miles and climbing," Tammie replied. "Well I guess that makes me a member of that same club." She said as she nudged me causing my coffee to spill into my lap.

I jumped up out of my seat, the hot liquid, soaking straight down to my skin in seconds. "Oh I’m so sorry! I can be such a bull in a China shop sometimes" exclaimed Christy. Tammie, being the experienced flight attendant, was very quick to attempt to clean up the mess puddled between my legs. The warmth of the coffee now was mingling with my own heat rising from her touch. Memories raced through my mind of those hands and the places they had been. "Club soda will take out that stain. Why don’t you go back to the crew washroom, it’s a little more roomy then the patron one. You can take your trousers off, rinse them out with the soda water then dry them under the hand dryer." She winked as she handed me the key, "Just let me finish passing out the rest of these drinks and I will come help
you out."

Christy seemed upset over the spilled drink. I leaned over to and whispered in her ear "Don’t worry kid, what is about to happen in that restroom, will more than make up for a little coffee stain." She looked at me with that same quizzical stare. I laid my hand on her knee, "I’ll explain later babe, just make sure you don’t leave the airport without me." "But Toni we won’t be landing for at least another hour" she replied. I winked as I raised myself from my seat. " I know, so little time and so much to do, see you in Dallas."

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