The announcement hit the airwaves and other news outlets exactly as the airline had intended. British Airways was to retire its fleet of Boeing 747s with immediate effect. The collapse in demand for air travel as a result of the pandemic was cited as the reason.
What followed were lots of instant tributes to this iconic jet. It was truly the end of an era. It made air travel affordable for all, it brought the world closer together.
What nobody picked up on was that accompanying this announcement was a brutal email and hard copy letter to hundreds of pilots and senior cabin services staff. The airline was terminating their employment with immediate effect.
Captain Ali McRae heard the news on the radio, it wasn’t surprising but the speed and finality of the decision was. He logged onto his personal email and sure enough, there was a new message from his employer. Attached was an ominous-looking PDF. He didn’t see any need to open it, he knew what it would say.
His phone started pinging and bleeping. The texts, WhatsApps and Messenger Apps were going into overdrive. He clearly was not the only one to have got the email.
Ali created a WhatApp group and suggested that everyone join it. He also said that because all the pubs were still closed then he would be throwing open his house and garden for anyone who wanted to meet.
He called a friend who had retired from flying a decade ago and had started his own microbrewery nearby. Yep, he had plenty of beer available and in light of the news and in solidarity with his former colleagues, he would get a few pallets delivered to Ali’s house later that morning, at a substantial discount.
Justine, Ali’s girlfriend, came downstairs. The short white silk robe contrasted with her dark skin, she was clearly naked beneath it. They kissed, hugged and gazed lovingly at one another. Yesterday, like many other days before it during this furlough, had been spent in Ali’s secluded garden. They had made love, eaten, drunk wine and tended to the flowers. Last night after dinner they had retreated upstairs early and fucked each other’s brains out.
“You need to check your email,” Ali warned Justine as he handed her a coffee.
“Is it bad?” Justine inquired
“The whole fleet grounded with immediate effect,” Ali replied
“I wondered why my phone was melting, I’ve not checked any messages yet,” Justine answered, her voice was sad rather than angry.
“I have said we are throwing the house and garden open to anyone who wants to meet, seeing as how all the pubs are still closed,” Ali suggested that Justine invite her cabin crew friends as well. He forwarded her the WhatsApp group details.
After they had finished coffee and had some breakfast they headed upstairs to shower together. Even though the news was somber and the future far from certain the sight of Justine’s naked body soon had Ali erect.
He pushed his cock into her from behind as the shower soaked them both. Justine responded well and pushed herself back onto Ali. Justine started to rub her clit as Ali fucked her from behind. Both climaxed quickly and the day seemed better already.
Normally the first fuck of their day was just the prelude, this had certainly been the case during the lockdown. Today they had colleagues coming so they had to get ready.
Ali and Justine had been together for a couple of years now, they had flown together for years and as their careers progressed they became good friends. Friendship had led to intimacy during stopovers on long flights. After Ali’s wife had cleared off, Ali turned to Justine and things just progressed from there. Justine had broken up with her partner after his business developed more cashflow problems. In all honesty, she was tired of bankrolling him. There was nothing formal in their relationship just two good friends who complimented and comforted one another.
Both Ali and Justine had received dozens of messages while they had been fucking. It looked like it was going to be quite a gathering.
The beer arrived, and Tom, Ali’s old colleague, had thrown a couple of cases of wine onto the van just in case. He let Ali and Justine have them on a sale or return basis. They enjoyed coffee and talked happily of their time flying the 747 fleet together.
The first cars began to arrive shortly after eleven. Men and women, couples and singles. They all knew one another and had worked and flown alongside each other for decades. Conversation between them was easy.
The reaction to the news was mixed some were angry, some were worried, most knew that given the scale of the downturn then something like this was inevitable. The airline had made no secret of the fact that it had wanted to get rid of its senior and more experienced staff for a while now.
More friends arrived, there was nobody under fifty, but every one of them looked good. Cabin crew was hard work requiring strength and stamina and the ability to work long shifts, often overnight. The women had also always taken a great deal of pride in their appearances, especially when they were flying the flag. The pilots were required to pass an annual medical without which they would be grounded. They also all looked good for men of their age.
The flirting started almost immediately, they were among friends, many had been intimate before in the course of their long careers. It was clear that they all needed to open the pressure valve. The weather was good, the booze was flowing. It was going to be an aircrew party like the good old days.
Ali and Justine circled their friends and colleagues like the perfect hosts they were. Justine clearly wasn’t wearing a bra and her dress did little to hide her superb figure. She wasn’t alone, there were some outrageously skimpy sundresses and some seriously sexy lingerie visible under linen trousers. Some of the men made no attempt to hide the fact that they were becoming aroused.