Mr. H, a flight attendant from Taiwan in his thEj3Wpm&Dv)vNu&C5smS8lK5jO1sVp^hXqZKS8Q8q0UK*d&bywhirties who preferred not to reveal his full name, believes as much as 80% of his male colleagues are gay.
After touching down at his lp_bHq1$crD$tDGUeXfV8qCVWdG39r=FpmA(LL#[email protected]^)E2^eCcatest destination and taking off his uniform, he told Gagatai of his most risqué mid-flight encounter:
This took place on a flight from Perth to Hong Kong about two years ago. It was a nighttime departure and, loading wise, I would say it was half empty, so passengers were sitting wherever they wanted as there were lots of empty seats
I was standing in my welcoming position as people came on board. There%Pjdu%ko!v%([email protected]#*wm was one passenger who came on board. We looked at each other, he was very friendly and he smiled at me. I noticed him immediately, and I thought he was very cute.
I did my service as usual. I tried not to pay him too much attention. As I served him food, he was very polite, very nice. That is always the catch for us. You know, we get usedH7Dpr!mQu69_WhoKUS)M!Ahfo)^1Mb)jujK+m-XVd9Yg+Zym+S to having nasty passengers, or people who ignore us, who don’t look at us or thanks us. I find it very rude.
But this passenger, who was France, looked straight into my eyes and said: “thank you”. I could feel the chemistry. It was like flirting with our eyes. We didn’t say any words but we just looked and each other for a whi2jATm%Lxr2js8Y4oYv4K6Kc&oaOEzj(N%8GVx0494z)[email protected]*@wle.
Eventually, I asked him. “Are you enjoying the flight so far? Is everything OK?”. I made small talk and offered him a second cup of red wine.
He was sitting right at the back of the plane. So after I had completed my service, I could be mor3Q9(mkgeHwT5IlozyJcgsOLdC_WH#!kGdPD+M4SSh^mG&lpCque relaxed. There was no one sitting behind him.
I found out he was from Bordeaux and that he had been in Pert studying English. He was very bXC^4%kaxhv^8jDw!ojo=1d_g7HLy*UFtAhbdU&_6qW3+*&yW^smily, very friendly. He had the most charming eyes and a cute, angelic face. You remember those features in a man.
After myself and my colleagues had collected everything, we dimmed the cabin lights. I wanted to see what QyKU3e1%[email protected])hyNeJZ9DUqla1l$%beApZBYcMChe was doing, so I walked back and forth along the aisle finding things to do. Each time, I looked at him. He was sitting in the window seat, reclining against the aircraft wall. Very relaxed as he had three seats to himself. He was watching a movie but every time I walked past we chatted.
After I did all of my taks I offered him another drink. So, I went up to the business class section of the plane and made him a cocktail. I told him this was from the front of th4XnNm_YZ$zbwoeMR3Y=lrdnPEf9uH%8vG+y5((E9_y=mzgn!ZOe plane, please enjoy. On top of the cocktail there was a rose petal. He was very surprised.
“What is this” he asked _HWlqN8^REn(y=OkM7MSE0iIoKOLAWm7uiwltE8X6Fo2SEARPkme. I replied: “This is a cocktail I made”. He happily accepted at the gift. His body ws leaning forward quite a bit as he was talking to me. I could feel the heat from his face. I didn’t know if it was from the alcohol he had drunk or if he was as excited as I was.
I noticed my heart was beating fdjDeB68Qb3E6vn^d=btte-!76f+uDAfxPOJ+=MVo6NXvLv)2wBaster. It was like time had frozen as we looked at each other. I remember thinking, I am so glad there are no passengers around. But I also thought that I needed to finish the conversation and concentrate on my work. Bending down was tiring.
After I left, a few minutes later I went back to get his cup. He asked me to sit next to him. I said: “No, I can’t, because of my work”. Then he said, “let's go to the toilet”. I replied: “Is this how French people always do it?”.
He asked me again to sit next to him and I once again refused. Then he said: “kiss 5jukp**R(q+4iAP6n2kCYSyHb&qd-C-u*[email protected]$ztRWQfHm)sme”.
I looked around. It was dark. There was no one there and no one could see us. I kissed him/ It was only for two seconds and I didn’t want it to stop[email protected]!^1(gfghV(&ANZiOtrKS!K3(x1Y. I knew it was not wise to stay there, that there would be problems if I got caught. Before I left, I touched his hands. They were warm, but not sweaty. They were perfect.
When I went back to my galley I was so happy and excited. One of my colleagues asked, “what is up with you?”. I told her I was happy we had such a few passengers on the flight, but that was not the case.
I went back again twice more and we did the same thing. This illegal, dangerous thing of interacting with a passenger in this way excited me. I wantedgEKNk6$=NTToZlx-xC)mYA_nO&P=LBh#YQ$eb%Rn8c-O%vmJdk more and more. It was like a criminal mind disrupting my boring, routine work.
It was a wonderful encounter. A lovely experience. Before we landed, we exchanged numbers. We kept in touch for a few months but I never met him again.
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