The girl was amazing.
Beautiful.
Lush.
Feminine.
Wide in the hips, heavy in the bust, with an ass that swayed enticingly. Pure heaven.
Because our thing has always been bigger girls. We tell Helena our preferences, and she complies. But this little filly was a winner hands down, with a rosebud mouth, big brown eyes, and long, brunette locks.
Plus that sweet smile, filled with innocence?
Perfection in every way.
My bro and I were hard already.
But Joanie acted like everything was normal. She took our suit jackets and hung them up as we buckled in for takeoff. And once we were off, the call light came on, Andrew and I hungry already.
The curvy girl made her way over.
“Gentlemen,” she said, leaning forwards so the view of those big boobies got even better. Shit. Double Ds at a minimum. “Here’s your paper and some champagne and warm nuts,” came that soft voice. “Is there anything else I can get you?”
Well, since you’re asking.
But there was no sense in being brutes, we had a couple hours to play.
So I invited her to sit, gesturing with one hand.
“When did you start?” was my growled question.
The girl didn’t sit, instead hovering, that luscious bod taking up our fields of vision.
“Just a few days ago,” she acknowledged, biting her lip. “I spent six weeks training at flight school, and then got this job. I was very lucky,” she rushed. “Thank you for hiring me because as I understand it, you own Elite?”
We nodded.
“Sure thing,” rumbled Andrew. “We own this outfit with a couple of our friends. But tell me,” he said. “What made you become a flight attendant?
”
The girl blushed then.
“It’s wasn’t my dream job,” she confessed. “Not that I don’t appreciate it,” came her quick words, realizing what that sound like. “It’s just that after graduation, my family didn’t have money for college. Not four years at least, so I wanted to work a little before applying to school. And this seemed like a good fit.”
We nodded.
“What are you looking to study?” I rumbled curiously. College isn’t usually what our stewardesses aim for. More often they’re wannabe actresses and models trying to save up money before heading out to Los Angeles. And Elite was the right place to be, our girls get paid real well.
But still. Joanie was interested in college. This was a change for sure.
Nodding her head, the brunette took a deep breath then.
“Well, I’ve always been interested in science,” she confessed in a low voice. “So I was thinking about becoming a chemist.”
Her words were so soft by the end that Andrew and I barely caught the last part. But we heard. Because a chemist? That was about as far from acting and modeling as you can get. Something to do with art or literature would have been more fitting, or maybe social work or environmental justice. So chemistry was real different.
But Joanie nodded again.