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Volume ISonia couldn't believe it.
'You're saying she agreed to share you with your cousin?'
'Yes, and that's not all. She told me she didn't care if I was unfaithful.'
'Really?'
'She said she wouldn't blame me. If someone slept with me, it meant they could see my tenderness, my affection, and understanding. All those things she liked about me.'
Sonia laughed.
'I've known you for more than 3 years and I still haven't seen how tender you are!'
'And that's not all...'
There was a brief blackout in the cabin that interrupted us.
'What's going on?' she asked, scared.
'It can't be anything. It must be a storm cloud.'
Then came the turbulence.
'Ah! I'm going to die!' she said, scared.
'Calm down! It must be turbulence.'
The bell rang, with a captain's announcement.
'Request passengers to fasten their seatbelts... Request passengers to fasten their seatbelts!' in his usual relaxed and hoarse voice. They also turned on the lights.
'We're going to die!' Sonia said, almost crying.
'Calm down, calm down! It's not that bad!' I told her, taking her hand.
Then we dropped about 10 or 15 meters.
'Oh no! Please hug me!' she was saying very scared. I hugged her, stroking her hair to calm her down.
The lights flickered a couple of times and some suitcases fell, but the plane stabilized again.
Then I saw a flight attendant walking...

When the lights came back on, my hand had risen so high in her skirt that I could see her white lace underwear over her well-defined muscles and feel her hairy slit. I released my grip, and she was limp. I could feel her warm breasts against my back while Sonia continued to cling to my arm. What kind of flight attendant was she, who didn't know you can't walk through the cabin during turbulence?
Ladies and gentlemen, please excuse the inconvenience. It appears we're crossing a small low-pressure front. We request that you remain seated in your seats.
Suddenly, a voice was heard.
Diana! Diana! Damn it! I told you to stay put!
Miss? I think she's who you're looking for...
She was a red-haired American flight attendant, around 38 years old, with a good figure and had gotten her breasts done. Apparently, she was trying to stay youthful in her job.



“Yes, miss Rachel?”
“Uhm… would you like to grab a drink a bit later, in the afternoon? I really had a good time and I wanted to make it up to you…”
(¿Le gustaría tomarse un trago, más rato, por la tarde? La pase muy bien y quería ver si podía compensarlo…)
Palpé mi bolsillo trasero. Muchos condones…
“Sure! Where do we meet?”
¡Seguro! ¿Dónde nos encontramos?
“Uhm… this is my hotel, and that´s my phone number. How about we meet at the lobby, around eight?”
Este es mi hotel, y ese es mi número de teléfono. ¿Qué tal si nos juntamos en el lobby, como a las ocho?
“Sure. I´ll call you!”
Seguro. ¡Yo le llamaré!
Miss Rachel nos sonrió y nos agradeció por nuestra preferencia.
Mientras caminábamos por la manga, Sonia me decía
“Lo veo y no lo creo…”
Curiosamente, lo volvería a decir en un par de días más…
Ella estaba sorprendida… y eso que aun no salíamos de la manga del avión…Next post
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