Flight of fancy

George finished his meal and placed it on the vacant seat next to him. The pretty flight attendant, the one he had eyed earlier when he first boarded the plane, came over to take it. As she leant over, he noticed she was wearing Chanel. She smiled as she turned away to place the tray in the trolley. What a sweet thing, he thought to himself as the memories of that scent, his favourite perfume, took him back. He reclined in his seat and thanked his stars for the comfort of first class, allowing him to drift into slumber after a good feed and a lovely bottle of red. She must be new, so young and sweet; he’d not seen her before despite being a regular club flyer on British Airways. 

Meanwhile, Jennifer was clearing up the last of the passenger’s meals as they settled in for the long flight across the oceans to Australia. Her chest hurt and she wondered if she might have pulled a muscle. As she finished putting away the last of the meal trolleys Jennifer felt a trickle of sweat run down her stomach and the pain in her chest grew to a throb. She had an ominous feeling as she entered the toilet cubicle. As she undid the gaping buttons of her dress Jennifer looked with dread at the wet stains. Oh my god, she remembered with embarrassment the first time this happened to her when she was sixteen. Her mother had taken her to the doctor who had told her that it was normal to for women to lactate on occasion. The doctor had given her a breast pump and sent her home to express the swollen glands. Jennifer unclasped her bra and let her engorged breasts escape. One of them was leaking slowly and she knew she had to express the milk or burst. Taking her breast in one hand she squeezed the nipple with the other. She was surprised by the amount that squirted all over the mirror in front rather than the sink below. Tugging at her nipple was painful and Jennifer tried to aim her breasts towards the sink without much success. She began to cry. When her other breast began to leak she squeezed it as well, making a total mess. The situation was hopeless. Putting on her bra. Jennifer pulled off paper from the roll and stuffed it in her bra as best she could.

George awoke to the scent of Chanel as Jennifer walked past his seat. Still half asleep he had the urge to slap her arse as she walked by. Always the gentleman, George resisted but followed his gaze on that gorgeous arse. He watched as Jennifer took her seat at the front section of the plane just three rows in front. She was facing him but he had to lean out of his seat to get a good view. She looked different. George noticed the pain on her face and the sadness in her eyes. Then he noticed the odd shape of her breasts, was it the way her dress crept up, no, he immediately grasped the scene before him. He watched as she stood to open the overhead locker and pull out a woollen cardigan. George was thinking the young woman was too young to have children and even then, why would she not have the proper pads he knew were available for just that purpose. He caught her piercing gaze, knowing she had seen him staring at her breasts he dropped his stare with embarrassment. When he looked at her again, she was looking straight at him and he smiled warmly. It was her turn to drop her gaze although he did catch a hint of a smile.

Jennifer welcomed the soft eyes of the stranger. She had noticed him earlier when he first boarded the plane. cute. Very cute. But she had to think now, how was she going to get through this flight. Sure she had a few hours to rest before the breakfast shift but time would not help but rather make things worse as she felt the bulge in her chest throb once more. When she looked up again, she saw him beckon her. She could get another attendant to see what he wanted, but she saw that they were all down in economy class. She walked to his seat.

George moved across to the vacant window seat and patted the seat to invite her to sit next to him. Jennifer hesitated but then sat down. I think I may be able to help you he said softly. Jennifer blushed, surely he doesn’t know. What with she asked? George looked down and slowly pulled her cardigan away to reveal the stained dress. Jennifer grabbed her cardigan to pull it back but he took her hand and kissed it. Don’t be embarrassed no one has to know. Know what she asked? It’s a small problem if you would let me help I would be most grateful. Jennifer started to cry, the strain was too much, and she told George she would be the grateful one if he could indeed assist. George stood up as Jennifer moved from her seat. He followed her to the tiny restroom and squeezed in behind her.

Taking control of the situation, George sat on the toilet seat and pulled Jennifer onto his lap. He unbuttoned her dress and unfastened her bra. His two firm hands held her breasts close and he earnestly began to softly suck first one breast and then the other as they poured like a fountain. 

Jennifer felt the instant relief of his hungry mouth and she held his head in her hands with warmth and gratitude. She melted inside as she watched him tenderly yet forcefully suckle like a hungry infant. He whole body felt enveloped by his act of loving-kindness. She felt an overwhelming urge to yield, to submit to him in some unknown way. This feeling of vulnerability was not frightening but liberating. Her whole body shuddered as she felt a warmth flood through her every fibre.

George thought he had died and gone to heaven as he drowned in her warm sweet milk. He felt the bliss of her sweetness in all his senses as her blend of odours – Chanel, milk, sweat and a hint of sex – took him to a place he’d never been before. He melted against her body as he sucked the last drops from her soft breasts. He was fulfilled in every sense of the word. Slowly he buttoned her dress and kissed her mouth with passion and kindness and she kissed back with a warmth and gratitude that left him completely and utterly satiated.