Continued from Part Six

After an interesting evening, I went home to take care of some personal items before I had to leave for a flight that connected to the United Arabs Emirate and Dubai.

I remembered I had a proposed personal tour of the city, and I hoped my change of schedule didn’t eliminate the opportunity.

Of course, I didn’t have any contact information to reach out to the lady, Samira.

Well as sometimes luck has things, I checked my schedule and saw I had been scheduled to fly the Paris route for the next month and the times and dates for the flights.

I flew to my departure city, entered the employee’s lounge and saw my flight had a connection to Dubai, but with another airline. I figured I lost my chance but sometimes things work out in other ways.

I met with the crew I was assigned to and was told I would be working in the first-class section. And that was OK with me: less people to deal with.

I noticed the crew of stewards included myself and one other male, while the rest were older ladies, including two I worked with several times.

At the aircraft, I stood at the passenger door, greeting each passenger as they boarded. As we know, first-class and business class passengers board first, then the coach passengers come on by section.

I didn’t see Samira among the passengers, so I figured my chances of seeing Dubai were gone.

Later I saw the passenger manifest and noticed there were a couple of people who were flying on to Dubai. One was a married couple, but they were U.S. citizens and the other two passengers were men.

The flight to Paris was routine, and I had some time off before I had to resume my duties on the return flight to the states.

While waiting for the ride to the hotel, I sat with the other stewards and chatted about some of our experiences with air travel.

A few of the women talked about their trips to Hawaii and the Orient and the sights. One spoke about famous passengers she met.

I noticed the other male steward remained quiet as I did, while listening to the tales.

When we arrived at the hotel, as per my norm, I let the others check in ahead of me. The male steward named Eli checked in ahead of me.

We walked together to our rooms, when Eli asked me about passengers and what to do if some appeared to be hitting on him. He spoke with a bit of an accent.

“The general rule is to play it safe,” I replied.

“But the reputations stewardesses have-" Eli started.

“Are not necessarily true,” I said as we approached our assigned rooms.

Eli stared at me with his mouth open.

“Look, Eli. Yes, things happen. But take my advice. Let things play out. The passengers will find ways if they want to. So will the stewardesses. You must be careful, because a sexual harassment charge follows you for a long way in your career.”

Eli looked at the floor, then walked to his room.

Later, as I was eating, Eli came in, fixed himself some food, then sat beside me.

“Hi, Eli. How was your rest?”

“I slept well. Thanks for asking.”

“Eli, did someone approach you about something?”

“Yes, one of the passengers. I mean the wife of one of the passengers.”

“What happened?” I asked between bites of my food.

Eli looked around, I assumed to see if anyone was listening.

“There were a man and a woman sitting in the last seats. Everyone else around was either asleep or had headphones on. The man asked for a few things, you know- drinks, or some other small talk.”

I took a sip of coffee, and said, “OK, well some passengers like to chat. It’s no big deal. I’ll warn you, sometimes the airline likes to put what I call shoppers on a flight. They test or grade the stewards, the airplane for cleanliness, and other things. So, be polite and do your tasks and things work out, OK?”

Eli seemed lost, and I wondered how he managed to get on international flights. I thought he was a new employee, judging from his mannerisms.

Eli stopped eating. “Parker, I haven’t been on many flights or met many people. But this couple was different.”

“How so?”

“The man had several drinks, and his wife had a couple. When he got up to use the restroom, his hand brushed my crotch.”

I almost spit out my coffee. “Then what?” I asked, after composing myself, and trying not to laugh.

“The wife smiled at me. She saw what he did.”

“So?”

“Parker, she slipped me a phone number on a piece of paper.”

Eli pulled out a small note with a phone number and a name.

“Did you call it?”

“No, I’m afraid to.”

“Call it, Eli. You don’t have to be back until tomorrow.”

“What if something happens to me?”

I looked at him for a moment.

“Eli, if the woman handed you her number, call it. She initiated the first move. If it’s an airline trick, they will tell you and nothing will happen. If not, well…”

Eli sighed, then stood up to leave.

“I tell you what, Eli. Let’s go into the lobby and you call the number. Put your phone on speaker and I’ll listen in.”

We went to the lobby, but it was crowded, so we agreed to use Eli’s hotel room to make the call.

A female voice with a French accent answered.

“Uh… this is Eli from the airline. I’m calling a number provided to me?”

“Oui! Hello Eli! This is Marta. I’m so happy you called.”

“Yes,” Eli replied while looking at me.

“Ask her how can you be of assistance,” I whispered.

“Marta, how can I assist you?”

Marta lightly laughed. “Eli, are you busy at the moment?"

“No, I’m not. Why?”

“Eli, I am staying in the same hotel as you and your flight crew.”

This caught both of us by surprise. And Eli almost dropped the phone.

“Eli, are you there?”

“Uh… Yes.”

“Eli, will you meet me in the lobby?”

I nodded.

“Yes, when?”

“Now.”

And with that, Marta disconnected the call.

“Let’s go see what happens,” I assured Eli.

I told Eli to wait alone while I stood nearby, unassuming.

We waited for about five minutes, when this strikingly blonde woman exited one of the elevators and walked straight to Eli.

I guessed she was perhaps early fifties or late forties age-wise. Her blonde hair reached just below her ears, and she was wearing a short black dress with long heeled black shoes.

I gasped, because she exuded sex and I wondered how I didn’t see her on the flight. I mean, I greeted all the passengers.

Then I remembered. I had to step away from the entrance to assist a passenger with a bag.

Well, Marta was pleased to see Eli and judging from her body language and her eyes looking Eli up, down and straight into his eyes, she didn’t want casual conversation.

After a moment, Marta took Eli by the hand, and they walked to an open elevator.

Eli was about my age, twenty-four, stood five feet, nine inches or so, and likely from one of the Caribbean Islands. He seemed to be smiling all of the time and easygoing, but naïve. And I suppose that’s what attracted Marta and her husband.

Well, I managed to waste some time wandering around some and went back to the hotel to prepare for the flight back to the States.

I didn’t get far in my tasks, when a knock on my door interrupted me.

When I opened the door, Eli was standing in the hall, looking tired.

“What happened? Come in, Eli.”

He came in and stood still, apparently in some sort of daze.

“Did they drug you?” I asked.

“No, Parker. I don’t know what to tell you. I’m still wondering if I want to.”

Eli sat on a chair, and I sat on the bed.

“Well, I don’t see anything but perhaps a hickey on your neck. I assume you had sex with the woman?”

Eli looked straight at me.

“Oh, yes. Sex we had. Much sex.”

“Well, don’t just sit there. Tell me all about it.”

Eli sighed, “Parker, Marta began rubbing my crotch in the elevator. Before we reached the floor she stayed on, she began to kiss me.”

“So?”

“When we got to her room, we didn’t get in far, when she closed the door, causing it to slam. Then she reached behind her and her dress fell to the floor. She was naked and standing in front of me. All I could do was stare.”

“Wow!” was all I could say, imagining what she looked like.

“Parker, she knelt and loosened my pants and began to suck my cock. I remembered she had a husband and I was scared.”

Eli shifted in his chair, took a deep breath.

“She kept sucking on my cock, and grabbing my ass, pushing me into her face. Then, she took off my shoes, stood up, pulled my shirt off and took me to bed. That’s when I saw her husband come out of the bathroom. He was wearing a robe.”

“Well, Eli, it doesn’t look like he beat you up,” I laughed.

“Parker, I was scared. Really scared!”

I couldn’t stop laughing. “Go on.”

“Well, Marta pushed me on to the bed and started sucking my cock again. I looked at her husband, and he was sitting on a chair watching. I think he was playing with his cock.”

“Probably,” I replied.

“Then Marta moved up and began kissing me. We kissed for a moment, then she put my cock in her pussy and began fucking me. The whole time, her husband watched us and wasn’t saying anything.”

“Eli, there are many couples who do that.”

“I never had this happen before.”

“Did you like it?”

Eli pondered the question, then answered, “Yes.”

“What happened next?”

“I fucked her in different positions. She even let me fuck her ass. It was nice.”

Eli’s face blushed.

“Eli, I figured your background is from the Caribbean.”

“My parents are from Puerto Rico. I was born in Miami. We live a private life.”

“But was this the first time for you to have sex?”

“No, Parker, I have had sex before. But never with a married woman and…”

Eli stopped his sentence.

“And what?”

“Parker, do not tell anyone this. But the husband sucked on my cock.”

I almost coughed.

“Marta told me not to cum in her ass. And she told me to let her know when I was about to. So, right as I was about to cum, I told her. She moved off my cock and put it in her pussy. I let loose in her pussy and when I finished, that’s when he seemed to be next to us. He took my cock and sucked on it for a moment, then he sucked on her pussy.”

“Damn, Eli. That’s hot.”

“You think so, Parker?”

“Yes, you’re a lucky guy.”

Later, as we worked our return flight, Eli and I would see each other and smile. I was sure Eli would have many more opportunities.