It was the end of March when we got the word that we were flying to Prague. Unrest in the region prompted the State Department to evacuate nonessential personnel from the embassy. Our flight was the last one to land. The pilots set the big 747 down smoothly. As the doors opened, a stair pushed against the airframe.

​ “A damn 747 for 50 people.” I shook my head. I really didn’t care; the bonus was pretty good. As they came aboard, we checked IDs against the manifest. Forty-nine boarded, one to go. I looked out at the tarmac, and the straggler was slowly making a path across the asphalt. An MP trotted over, grabbed the bags, and carried them to the crew, who loaded the belly.

I looked at my watch. 11:00 PM. At least it would be an easy flight. Four cabin crew for fifty people, and a night flight to boot. Most of the families clustered in the forward cabin. The straggler sat furthest aft near the wings. Six VIPs were escorted to the business-class deck.

We had already worked out that all of us would get the plane in the air, serve a cold lunch or fruit, a beverage, chips, and a sandwich. After that, the 2 would go “down”. At the halfway mark, we would swap, and an hour before landing, we would serve breakfast. I was on the second shift. My watch beeped, and I checked my uniform. I left my jacket off.

Josh headed up to the business class deck, and I hugged Rachel as I relieved her in the main cabin.

​ “Everyone is asleep except those two,” she pointed at two soccer mom types who were chatting to keep their minds off their spouses. And the kid is back in row thirty. He’s been quiet.”

​ “Have a good rest. I’ll catch you in four for breakfast.”

​Walking the length of the cabin, I asked the moms if they wanted anything, and brought them soft drinks. I moved back to the last passenger.

​ “Can I get you anything?”

​He looked up. “Naw, unless you got a birthday cake.”

​I patted him on the shoulder. I went to the galley and looked around. Finding a couple of loaf cakes, I cut one in half and plated it up. I paused and looked at the cabin. The moms had reclined, trying to sleep. I dimmed the cabin lights. A glow lit in my belly. If the kid were having a birthday, maybe I could help make it memorable.

Stripping off my uniform blouse and bra, my nipples hardened in the cool cabin air. I slipped my panties off, and I tucked my undergarments into a cupboard. Putting the blouse back on, I buttoned the blouse buttons just below my breasts. I carried the cake to him; he was staring out the window at the Atlantic.

​ “No candles, but happy birthday.” I offered the slices. “Would not have known how many, anyway.”

He accepted the cake and took a bite, his eyes taking in how I had dressed. Even in the dim light, I’m sure he saw my nipples straining the fabric.

​ “Eighteen.”

I leaned in and brushed his lips with mine. “Happy Birthday.”

I pulled back, giving him my sexiest look. “Can I get you anything else, sir?”

He was frozen like a deer in the headlights. I took the cake and put it on the seat across the aisle. The seat armrests lifted, making the seats into a bench. I pulled him gently, so he moved to the center. Straddling him, I unbuttoned my blouse. He gasped, far too loudly.

​ “Shh, we have to be quiet,” I whispered.

The last button freed, my uniform hung loose. I checked my watch; we had at least an hour before anyone would likely wake. I took his hands and placed them on my waist.

​ “I never—”

A thrill shot through me. Virgin. He will never forget me. His hands moved up, exposing my tits. I shifted,

offering. His lips latched, sucking like a baby, and I felt him getting hard. I pulled him up and kissed him hard. I dismounted, saying,

​ “Pants off.”

I reclined both seats, swinging the armrest out of the way. His pants and underwear were down around his thighs by the time I had pulled my skirt up and remounted. Taking him in my hand and moving my hips, he slid into my wet pussy. I sank and bottomed out. We both gasped at the intimate contact. His breath hissed, and I felt the wet heat of his cum firing into me. I started riding him, kissing him.

He stayed hard, and I moved faster, swirling my hips. I felt energy burning through my body. My hips jerked on their own. He thrust up to meet me, driving into me again and again. The threat of being discovered and being his first drove my orgasm.

“I’m going to…” he whispered. My orgasm was just out of reach. I slammed down, grinding, finally reaching bliss.

“Ahhhhh” whispered from both of us.

My muscles milked his beautiful cock of every drop of cum. Kneeling, I cleaned his cock and balls of our combined juices. I helped him dress, got the seats back, and went to the lavatory to clean up. I returned to him and kissed him lightly.

​ “What’s your—” my finger silenced his question.

​ “No names, and Happy Birthday,” I said with a smile.

The passengers started to wake, and we got the other attendants up. We served breakfast and then landed in Dover. As they deplaned, I kissed him on the cheek one last time.

“Happy birthday, young man,” I stressed the word. He smiled and deplaned.

I hope he remembers me as time passes.