Novel & Cerita Stewardess Stories

"Here you are, miss," says the stewardess, handing me the drink and another glass with several ice cubes. He smiles at Julio. "Bitch," I mutter, trying to cover it up with a cough. The stewardess, after showing that she has all her potential in her tits and not in her brain, gives up flirting with the man to my right and walks off with her hips shaking excessively.

Nafisa watched through the window as the city was rustling with noises. A particular girl caught her attention, the girl who was trying to set up the vendor for her mother was struggling with it. The girl looks moody. "What are you looking at babe" Hussain questioned as he inhaled the scent of her hair. She ducked her head away . "Out it"She whispered out. The butterflies in her stomach are disturbing, it felt like the time she is having them.

The flight attendant replied. “Any problem?” Stella asked. “No, it was a VIP request. I don’t know the exact details.” The flight attendant replied. “These rich people. They don’t care about other people’s time,” Stella was slightly irritated but what could they do? They could only wait. Janet was also desperate to leave, as the moment she flew away the fear in her heart would dissipate. She was finally away from the cage Edwin had built around her. But once she would fly in the air, she would feel relieved.

When I looked at her, she was wearing a grimace, her eyes on the door. “I’ll tell you a story,” she said. “If you’re up for it.” “I…uh…” I trailed off. I wanted her to answer my question first, but at the same time, it appeared like she was trying to avoid it. “Okay,” I said finally. “There used to be an omega with us,” she began. “Amazing lady. Her name is Stella. She was one of the best maids we had in the kitchen.” “Why do I feel there’s a clause coming in somewhere?” I asked.

She wore a short, black wig and had every defining feature covered. The stewardess walked down the aisle pushing a food cart as she offered complimentary snacks and drinks. Andrea heard one female crew giggle from the back side. It sounded like she flirting. But she decided not to look. It wasn’t her business. The stewardess squeaked, “Please call for me if you need anything. Here’s your whiskey, Sir.”

I’d never seen anything like it. “Beats sitting in an aisle seat, huh?” Dillon asked. “There’s so much room in here,” Stella gushed, walking into the cabin. The stewardess told us she’d be serving us for the flight. There was a wide assortment of snacks to choose from, as well as a fully stocked bar. We settled into our seats, with Cameron and Stella sitting across from Dillon and I. The stewardess told us to buckle up because we were about to depart. As soon as we were in the air, she come back to take our drink orders.

“Oh, it’s true, darling. She was the horniest staff member I knew. Did I tell you I once caught her screwing the chef and the gardener in the storeroom?” I blinked in disbelief, a mix of shock and amusement bubbling inside me. "You’re joking, right?" Leia’s mischievous grin never faltered. “I wish I was. That woman was... an experience, let me tell you. You could say she left quite an impression on me. But it wasn’t just her. There were other staff members, too.” I nearly choked on my breath as she casually recounted the various escapades of the royal staff. “And you... you learned all of that from them?”

I wondered who else would be joining us on this short journey from Los Angeles to Las Vegas. I relaxed back in my seat and noted James pulling out his cell phone. The stewardess appeared, placing a large silver tray of snacks in front of us. There were fresh fruits as well as an assortment of sandwiches, cheeses and crackers, savories, and sweets. My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as I stared at the mouthwatering treats. “My name is Blair,” the pretty stewardess said as she now poured me a cup of orange juice. “Please tell me if you need anything else.”

As soon as she got in the car, she got out of Cedrick's arms and took a big breath of fresh air, "I know which employee leaked the news." "You know it?" Cedrick just hung up the phone and looked at her. Catelyn untied the heavy cloak and fanned her neck with her hand, "Do you remember the stewardess who helped you with your luggage when we got off the plane? She probably did it!" A trace of curiosity flickered across Cedrick’s eyes, and then he smiled, "Why do you think so?"

I shuddered at the thought and twitched my ear when I heard a cart roll up next to me. “Your in flight meal sir.” The stewardess handed me my small styrofoam box and smiled, my stomach growling loudly and making her laugh. She had a blue tourmaline broach that had gold wings coming from either side, a cute little addition to her tight and revealing uniform. “Nervous about flying?” “Nah, not with something as pretty as you serving me.” I winked at her, getting rewarded with a deep blush.