Preface
In the early nineties, the opportunity to be employed as a flight crew was a profession that many guys and girls pursued primarily due to the high flying allowances despite the low basic salary.
It was indeed a daunting task, searching for advertisements in the media as the vacancies were mostly for the females. What great benefits these women had? They were just required to pass their secondary education, speak English and another foreign language (what’s the big deal? We all have a 2nd language in school don’t we?) and be at least 1.58m. Of course they also had to be reasonably slim as there were no extra spaces on board to accommodate an obese flight attendant.
A few months passed by and I was in luck. An advertisement for flight stewards was published. I browsed the requirements carefully. Males had to be at least 1.65m in height. Well I was 1.8m and seized the opportunity to go down for the interview that was held in a five-star hotel.
Hundreds of guys dressed smartly were visible at the walk-in interview. Everyone was busy completing the application forms. I did my homework, reading about the company and their latest fleet of aircrafts, read up on some tips on what was expected in the service industry.
After the interview, I knew that I was going to be selected for the next round. I was indeed selected for the next round and eventually got my appointment letter after 3 weeks.
There were so many questions running through my mind. What was the training going to be like? What am I to expect? I thought it would be fun. How could it not? Not when you are in a training school where the ratio of male and female is one to three or one to four at times.
I went shopping a week before my training commenced to ensure that I would have sufficient long sleeve shirts and nice ties to go along with my shirts. Busted my budget but who cares when you are going to have many women around you.
Chap 1
I reported for training on the 1st day as indicated in my appointment letter at the training school. I was informed that my batch number was XXX. Wow I thought. So many batches have graduated and have commenced their career 30,000 feet above sea level. The duration of the training was about 3 months.
My first day in class was one hell of an experience. 25 of us in a class. Just 4 guys! Imagine having 21 girls in your class. All slim, most of them were sexy wearing skirts and blouses. The best part of it all was the fact that at least 15 of them had boobs of a B cup and above. One girl was simply outstanding. Let us call her Jean. Jean was about 1.62m, big round eyes, and shoulder length straight hair. Best of all is that Jean had a nice 34C pair of Porsche spot lights practically starring at you if you were to stand in front of her. The sight of Jean alone was good enough to give me a hard on every morning.
We were given the modules to study for our 1st part of the training programme. Study? How to set your focus on these modules when you are having a hard on most of the time?
Our training instructors requested all of us to stand and introduce ourselves and at the end of the day, I shook the soft and smooth hands of 21 ladies. Wonder who I was going to bonk? Had to act cool. The last thing was to give any indication that your little “head” wanted to quench his thirst and show signs of a desperado. It all required careful planning and the right strategy. But at the same time I also had to ensure that I do not fail my module exams. Passing the exams and graduating from training school will be the gateway to greater bonks as there were many more available when you commence your voyage to the various destinations the airline flew to. So it was important to shuttle between studies and bonking opportunities.
As the days passed we all got very close to each other. We spend as long as 8 hours a day together, Mondays to Fridays. We shared our problems with each other at times and there were absolutely no problems giving them hugs (only when there is a reason to do so!) or simply resting your head (I mean big head) on their shoulders during gatherings.
We made it a point to party every Friday night. Our favorite spots were the former Phoenix Hotel, Hard Rock Cafe and Fire Disco and all other entertainment spots that gave free access to flight crews. We had our weekly wild parties. We drank and danced till the early hours of the morning. These weekly parties were the most memorable events. It was at these parties that we guys got to explore, scrutinize and get intimate with the trainees. We always waited for the slow dance music to be played. There were no problems finding a dance partner as there were only 4 guys and at least 10 to 15 girls in our class will be available.
After 3 weeks, I narrowed my focus on this Korean lookalike trainee in my class. Let us call her Koori. Koori was 19 and 1.68m with 32B size boobs. Surprisingly she was also blessed with nice sharp nose and beautiful round eyes. She had a nice tight butt and Koori only wore skirts. There were a couple of times when I managed to have a reasonably nice sight of her black panties as she changed her posture to cross her legs. As her skirts were not too long, it wasn’t that difficult to view the last line of defence that covered her “love hole”. Koori and I were got closer by the day. She told me that she had a boyfriend a few years ago and was no longer a virgin. It was nice hearing that. At least I knew that the possibilities of bonking Koori now were much better. After all if you have done it before, doing it again will not have Koori lose sleep over it. I probed further and discovered that she has not had sex for more than a year. Hmm Awesome. A strategic plan should be devised to unlock the safe.
Stay tuned for chap 2.
boy u r so lucky dude… i love those stewardess. they have just the right figures. either the boobs or the ass. i had 2 x gf who were stewardess. i cant tell u how happy my life was bonking them n enjoying with them.. tell us more buddy…
Chap 2
The desire for sex was getting greater by the week. We completed our 1st month of training and I still had no scores on my card. Koori and I sat next to each other in class. But it was not just Koori. Other trainee girls were friendly as well and most of the trainees in class were quite close to each other. We lunched together and partied on Friday nights.
I realised that if I focused on Koori, I might stand a chance but I had to ensure that none of the other trainees were aware of my intentions. It was a Friday morning and it was the last day of training for the week. We would all normally plan the itinerary during lunch for the night as Friday nights were party nights for us.
I asked Koori if she would like to have dinner with me. Koori asked me if the rest were joining us and I told her that our class trainees were all going to the Phoenix hotel. They were planning to meet at Centerpoint at about 9pm. I told Koori that I felt like going somewhere else for a change.
Koori to my surprise agreed to have dinner with me. So after training both Koori and I boarded the bus and headed for the city. Everyone assumed that both Koori and I will be joining them and in those days, nobody carried mobile phones. So it would be practically impossible to call us unless we are at home.
We reached Orchard and both Koori and I went window shopping at Far East. It was too early for us to have dinner. I then suggested that we have dinner at a Food Court nearby. Both of us headed for the Food Court and we managed to find a place for ourselves. Koori sat at our chosen spot while I went to buy dinner.
After dinner, Koori asked me again if I was joining the rest and I suggested that we go somewhere else. Koori was surprised and asked me if there was anything bothering me. She seemed very concerned. I told her that I just wanted a change in environment and that nothing was bothering me. I told Koori that I would like to buy her a drink and suggested that we head to Brannigans, regarded as one of the trendiest bars in Singapore.
It was about 8pm when we walked into Brannigans. Luckily we didn’t bump into anyone familiar. I ordered a “Black Russia” my favourite drink and Koori immediately asked me what it was. I told her that it was a cocktail that was quite strong with a mixture of vodka and a coffee liqueur known as Kahlua. As I knew that Koori does not take liquor, I recommended that she order a coke or an orange juice. To my surprise Koori said she wanted a “Black Russia” as well. I told her that she should not try it as it was one of those stronger cocktails. But Koori was curious to try it as I had told her that the drink had mixes of Kahlua which is actually a coffee liqueur. I guess she thought coffee liqueur was just coffee. How naive?
So I went to get ourselves the drinks and got back to our table a few minutes later. I started smoking my cigarette and sipping my drink. As Koori does not smoke, she finished her drink way ahead of me. Koori liked the drink very much and offered to buy me another glass. I again warned Koori and told her to take a lighter drink and go slow on them if she is not used to having cocktails. But Koori assured me that she was fine.
An hour passed and I was having my 2nd glass of “Black Russia”. I noted that Koori’s glass was almost empty. Gradually Koori began to act very strangely and her conversations were slurred. I asked her if she was fine and she just nodded indicating that she was ok. Koori excused herself indicating that she wanted to go to the ladies. She got up and started to walk but as she took a few steps forward I could see her losing her balance, walking in a zigzag pattern. It was embarrassing. Some people took note of it and I ran to hold Koori before she tripped and fell.
At the entrance of the ladies’ toilet, I had to stop as I would not be able to go in. But the moment I let Koori go, she was losing her balance again. I had no option but to hold her. All the women were staring at me but none of them were upset. I guess they knew my situation. I repeatedly apologised to all the women who were looking at me and they nodded indicating they understood my situation. Koori just stood by the washbasin and she threw up. I helped her wash up and patted her back constantly asking her if she was feeling better. I held her tight and managed to bring her to a hotel nearby to flag for a cab.
I felt the best thing would be to send her home. I was all ready to be interrogated by her parents. What ass luck? I was hoping that I will not get a blast from Koori’s parents when we reach her residence.
What a relieve it was when we reached her home. Her mother opened the door and was very surprised to see her daughter in that state. But she was very polite and thanked me for bringing Koori home safely. Not bad! At least I didn’t get crucified for a murder I never committed. I took a cab home and went straight to bed.
I was early at the training school on Monday. There was nobody in the class and so I took out my modules to study them, just thinking about Koori and if she was ok. Suddenly I felt someone giving me a hug from the back. It was Koori. She came from the back of me and put her arms around me giving me a hug. Koori thanked me for taking such good care of her. She kissed me on my cheek saying she was sorry for all the trouble I had to go through that night. I told her that it was my responsibility to take care of her. Who else was there that night?
Koori realised that she had left her lipstick marks on my cheek. Again she apologised. I asked her if she had a tissue so that I could wipe off the lipstick marks. Koori offered to wipe it off for me but I told her no problem. I will do it myself. The hug I got with her B cup boobs rubbing against my back gave me a hard on again.
It was almost 8am and none of the trainees had arrived. I picked up some courage and told Koori that in future if she wants to kiss me, she should just give it to me on my lips instead. Koori turned me around to face her and adjusted my tie snug closer to my shirt collar. Just when I thought she was done with my tie, Koori put both her hands on my cheek and moved her lips closer to my lips and kissed me on my lips. I felt a sudden electric current run thorough my whole body. Koori was blushing. I guess she herself could not believe what she had done. The urge to just pin her down on the table and bonk was driving me nuts. I had no choice but to keep calm. I told Koori that I liked her kiss and wished that she could give me more of it with longer durations. Koori’s red cheeks indicated that she was so embarrassed. Koori just kept silent and sat beside me, bringing out her modules as well to read.
As our trainee classmates come in, a few of them queried us on our absence last Friday at Phoenix Hotel. Koori answered briefly stating that she wasn’t feeling too well while I told them that I had to meet up with some secondary school friends who were celebrating a party. So nobody had a clue as to what actually transpired that Friday night.
Continuation of chapter 2, Part 2A
As the day ended, all of us boarded the bus. Koori kept to herself. I tried to get near to her but I could not as the bus was filed with trainees from various classes.
I waited till I saw Koori alighting from the bus. I quickly got off the bus and walked beside her. I asked her if she was fine and if I had done anything to upset her. Koori smiled and said that when she kissed me this morning, it brought back memories of her moments with her ex-boyfriend. I probed further and asked her to share her experience if she felt comfortable doing so. But Koori was too shy to say anything. I suggested that we go for a drink. I told her only soft drinks or coffee/tea this time and Koori pinched me and placed her head on my shoulders as we sat at the bus stop.
I asked her if she knew how to give someone a french kiss and she looked at me startled by that question. Koori asked me what a french kiss was and I told her that it is when the guy angles his face slightly to avoid bumping the noses as he moves closer to her lips. I told her that the woman should close her eyes as it would increase her sensation and it will set the mood for both the guy and his companion. Koori was surprised by my explanation. She told me that she never did that with her ex-boyfriend. I thought to myself, where has this girl been living all these years? Am I suppose to be her tutor or what? Honestly I would not mind if it leads to a nice bonk.
Koori began to probe further. I was taken aback by her curiosity. Koori sat there at the bus stop attentively waiting for more information. I told her that it would not be a good idea to talk about this in public as people are alighting from buses and there was someone waiting to board the bus. Koori asked me if I wanted to drop by her place for a drink instead. She said that her mother was doing the night shift and she will make me a special Japanese tea and I can tell her more about french kissing. It was almost 6pm. We flagged a cab and went to Koori’s home.
There was nobody at home. Koori’s parents are divorced. Koori lives with her mum and her older brother is married and staying on his own. I only got to know about Koori’s family when we reached her house. Koori switched on the lights and asked me to watch TV, stating that she wanted to have her bath. So I sat at the long sofa and kept myself busy watching TV. I noticed that the door at the entrance was slightly ajar. I got up to close the door so that nobody could take a peek into the living area.
A few minutes later Koori emerged from her room wearing a denim skirt and a cotton t-shirt. Koori made me some Japanese tea and sat beside me. I was feeling a little uneasy as it was just a few days ago when I dropped by her house to send her home. Somehow I tried to remain calm. As I sipped my tea, I continued to explain to Koori that lip-to-lip kissing will gradually draw the tongue across the other person’s lips. I told her that it would be best to do it gently by lightly licking the other person’s tongue and slowly sucking on it. Once both parties are comfortable with each other they can proceed to wrestle each other with their tongues.
Narrating the art of french kissing all this while already hardened my rod. I could feel my semen flowing a little. Will Koori consent to my request to kiss her and show her how to french kiss? As Koori was sitting beside me facing me, I was hoping that she would not see my bulge expanding between my thighs due to my unexpected erection. Just as I was thinking of what my next move ought to be, Koori asked me if I have frenched before. I nodded and told her that I have done it a few times. She asked me if I had sex before and I told her that I was just like her. Been there, done it. Before Koori could think of the next question, I moved closer to her and kissed her on her lips. Koori closed her eyes. There was no rejection. This time I placed both my hands on her smooth soft cheeks and kept my lips sealed on her lips. There was absolute silence!
I gradually proceeded to move my tongue into her mouth. She accepted my invitation as there was no resistance at all. Maybe she understood all the points I gave her a while ago. I didn’t know what to expect as I never planned it to happen this way. I slowly continued to explore her tongue in a light licking motion. I softly whispered to her to expose her tongue as she was so nervous keeping still. As Koori moved her tongue out slightly, I gradually began sucking her tongue gently, ensuring that I do not put any pressure that might inflict pain on her. One wrong move and I might ruin the entire evening. So I moved very slowly keeping a tab on every move I made just to ensure that she was enjoying it. The more I sucked on Koori’s tongue, the wider her mouth opened as she began to bring herself forward, exposing most of her tongue, giving me the pleasure of sucking practically half her tongue. All the while my hands were still gently holdings her cheeks to support her head to make her comfortable.
I could not hold on any longer and decided to traverse to her B cup boobs. I gently rubbed her boobs and her nipples. Koori kept her eyes closed but she began to suck my tongue this time. This clearly indicated that I was on the right track. Any resistance from Koori and I would have stopped but I guess I was doing everything right from the start. I slipped my hands under her t-shirt and lifted her t-shirt up to give me easier access to reach her boobs. There was still no resistance so I continued to rub her nipples via her bra. Koori just kept sucking my tongue slowly and very gently, just as I had briefed her.
I put both my hands around her to unhook her bra strap. Off came her bra exposing her beautiful 32B size boobs. Always knew it was a B cup but never knew it was a 32B. I reached down my pants to unbuckle it as I was feeling so uncomfortable with my rod eagerly waiting to burst out of my pants. I felt my semen and rubbed my index finger on my little head. Proceeded to rub my semen on Koori’s nipples to reduce the friction. Koori’s nipples started to harden. Koori began to increase the pressure of sucking my tongue a little. So I continued to rub her nipples with my left thumb while my right hand proceeded to explore that love hole of hers between her fair and smooth skinned thighs.
Continuation of chapter 2, Part 2B
Koori kept her legs closed so reaching my destination was an uphill task. I had to get her to spread her legs a little so that I could reach her last line of defence. Using my right hand, I placed it on her knee and moved it out slightly and then proceeded to hold on to her left knee and moved it out as well just to spread her legs apart. Despite spreading her legs apart, only my right index finger managed to reach her love hole. Felt her panties and she was wet. Multitasking was an extremely difficult task. Kissing her with my left thumb rubbing her nipples and my right finger struggling to rub her pussy was causing me so much of discomfort. Not forgetting my rod that was crying trying to burst out of my tight briefs. So much pleasure but so much discomfort. I had devise a new plan.
So I held her cheeks again and moved aside so that Koori could lie straight on the long sofa. I helped her remove her t-shirt and her bra just dropped by the sofa. I continued to unzip her skirt and off they came with her lacy black panties. I told Koori that I wanted to lick every inch of her body. Koori asked me to kiss her but I told her to trust me and I will give her an experience she will remember for a long time.
I started licking and nibbling her ears and slowly blew softly into her ears. Koori just kept her eyes closed and bit her lips enjoying the sensation. I continued to lick her neck and Koori began to moan very softly.
I squeezed her boobs and kept sucking on them gently. Koori began to move her hips a little and I knew I was heading in the right direction. Those nice and tender soft boobs were a delight to watch and suck. I used my tongue and made numerous circles to excite her. I went further down south and licked her stomach and her sides. Koori was now clenching her fist.
I moved my hands to her love hole. Koori was so bushy. She could easily hide a fifty cents coin in her bushes. I proceeded to lick both her inner thighs and Koori kept moving her hips reacting to every move I made. The sight of her love hole was a delight to view. I finally decided to invade her pussy. I used both my thumbs, trekking through that jungle to reach the external walls of her vagina. Placing both my thumbs on each side of her vagina walls, I spread them apart slightly to provide access to my wet tongue to stimulate Koori further. This was probably something new to Koori. She jerked a little as she wasn’t expecting me to go down on her. Her juices were flowing and those beautiful reddish clitoris and labia were a lovely view.
I kept licking her clitoris and Koori’s moans started getting a little louder. I slowly pushed my right index finger into her love hole. There was resistance this time. Wet but tight pussy it was. Penetration will have to take a little longer. Koori whispered softly that she felt pain. I continued using my tongue to move deeper into her vagina. I had to provide as much lubrication as possible if I was going to penetrate her today. I kept licking her using all the saliva I had hoping that her vagina will expand a little more to accommodate my finger. As I kept licking Koori started to lift her hips higher. I used my hands to support her butt and increased the tempo strokes of my licks. I decided to try my finger again this time and there was no more resistance or pain. My finger went in smoothly and I continued licking and fingering her simultaneously. Koori’s eventually had her orgasm and her moan was much louder as she came. Her vagina muscles were contracting profusely and I could feel it with my finger deep in her love hole.
Koori’s eyes were dazed, completely lost in thought. I removed my shirt and pants. My briefs were wet with semen flowing. Took off my briefs and of came my junior hardened and waiting for the opportunity. But I was afraid that I might inflict more pain if I penetrated her. But at the same time I wanted to bonk her so badly. I asked Koori if she had any lubricant. She nodded and said that she has a bottle of olive oil on her dressing room. I walked into her room and brought the bottle out. Rubbed a little on my shaft and gradually started to push my rod into her love hole in missionary position. The lubrication from her orgasm and the olive oil helped a great deal. I had to be cautious so I shoved my junior into her very slowly. After about 5 to 6 thrust attempts, I was comfortably into her. Pussy was very tight and gave my rod a good grip.
I did not want to explore too many positions as Koori was probably not familiar with too many different positions and she was too tight although her vaginal areas were all lubricated. Koori was biting her lips keeping her hands by her side. She did not know what to do or how to react. I guided her hands to wrap them around me to stimulate her. She hugged me tightly. I moved closer to her lips while keeping the momentum of my thrust at an average speed. We locked our lips and we began to french again. I allowed Koori to take control of the frenching while I took control of her love hole. I whispered into her ears asking her if she was in pain and she shook her head a little to indicate that she was fine. My penetration got deeper as I increased the tempo. Koori turned her face away to the side moaning softly. She was probably going to have another orgasm. I increased the speed of my thrust and pushed in deeper. Koori’s muscles started to contract again and her moans got louder again. Koori eventually came again. I kept on the thrust a while longer and told her that I was about to ejaculate. There was no response from Koori. Does she even know that men ejaculate?
I had very little time left as I was going to explode anytime soon. I quickly removed my rod and shot my entire load on Koori’s body and boobs. There were also some semen on her hair and chin. I asked Koori if I could take a shower and Koori smiled at me giving me her approval. As we both needed a bath, I carried Koori from the sofa to the bathroom in the master bedroom. I gave Koori a good scrub and had a quick bath myself. Dried up myself and helped Koori wipe of some of the semen that was visible on the sofa. Left for home in a hurry but not before giving Koori another kiss on her lips.
Dear Brothers,
Please up my points if you enjoyed my reminiscences and if you have the power. Thank you brothers for dropping by my humble thread.
Stay tuned for chap 3.
Dear Brothers pakiboy, tootgong, SGDreamchaser, Publisit, topcook1, naturegreen, LentorGarden and Roman city,
Thank you very much for the encouragement. I love writing. I flew for 6 years and have lots of experiences to share with all brothers at SBF. A lot has changed since I left the airline years ago. Not all stewardess are easy bonking targets. I have got to know many decent girls who are still with the airlines and some who eventually left to start a family.
A lot of time is required to publish these chapters. Currently I only have a summary of all my scores both in the local scene and abroad in my old journal that I keep safely hidden in my office from the sight of my Minister of Home Affairs (wife).
So I am only able to write when I have some free time at the office. I also travel frequently. Please bear with me and I will try to publish at least one chapter every week.
Have a great week everyone
Dear Brothers,
Many thanks for all those who upped me and all thoese who dropped by to read my humble thread.
My lunch time and everyone is out for lunch. So I would like to address some of the queries brothers here have posted.
The life of a cabin crew is not al that complicated. At the end of the day it is all about your objectives and what do you want to achieve by joining the airlines.
Some joined the airlines and wanted to make it their career. Others like me were there just to make our bucks and leave after acquiring a reasonable sum of money in our bank accounts.
The flying allowances were good. Despite the basic salary of just $500 those days but the allowances including laundry, transport, in-flight and best of all the meal allowances could chalk up to anything between $4000 to $5000 bucks monthly.
In addition to the above, you also get to stay at 5 star hotels at most destinations and get to travel quite extensively.
But the airlines in the early nineties was run like a typical military camp. There were many seniors who gave us a hard time on board and there was this stupid thing about seniority and you have to “kow tau” or bow down to their request all the time or you get “zapped” or blasted if you fail to attend to their request or if you are slow in responding.
Some of the transvestites in the airlines were the worst supervisors you can ever work with. They are very good with their work but they hate women. They come on board with their foundation plastered all over their faces and walk like models wearing airlines jackets. It was indeed an eye opener for the new air crew. You has to have a skin as thick as a “durian” to withstand the pressure. Some flights might be a god one if the group of crew you are flying with are nice but some flights can be a horror if the supervisor or the chief are a nasty bunch of devils. But you just have to put on a smile and focus on your job. Never argue with the seniors. Just do your work and you will survive.
Your shirts should be well ironed and starched with shoes polished and shinning when you report for work.
For the guys, the cocktail concoction was important. It was best to memorize the concoctions for all drinks on board. Apart from that it ws also important to have god knowledge on food heating procedures. Heating up vegetables and meat are 2 different procedures. Ruin the heating of food and you get screwed.
The airlines also provided weekly circulars and it was very important to read these circulars and understand the changes and new procedures implemented to keep ourselves abreast of the latest information.
So it was a mixed of both good and bad and at the end of the day it was up to the individual to filter out the bad and make the most of the opportunities presented.
The money was good many years ago primarily due to the fact that the airlines did not have to many aircrafts like today. So our overseas night stops were longer and the longer were stayed abroad, the more money we made. That simple!
I will try to address all queries from brothers as much as I can to the bset of my knowledge.
Cheers
Chap 3
Part 1
It was back to training school the following day. Koori appeared wearing a nice blue silk blouse and black tight skirt. She looked cool but I could not say much as most of the other trainees were already in class. The instructor gave us our usual morning breaks and told us to be back in 15 mins. It gave me a great opportunity to chat with Koori. I told her that I enjoyed making love to her last night. Koori looked at me and smiled. I asked her if her smile meant that she enjoyed it as well. Koori gestured with her head indicating that she did. Fine I thought. Hopefully I will get to taste more of her.
I asked her if she was wearing her lacy black panties to which she replied “no”. I was eager to see it. But to view it I had to sit opposite her and wait for her to spread her legs and time was running out as other trainees would be coming back from their tea/coffee break. So I asked Koori if she could let me have her panties. She looked at me astonished by that request. I asked her again and she said she won’t do that. Damm! She also refused to tell me the colour of her panties. Guess it wasn’t my day. I wasn’t getting much cooperation. So I decided to just focus on the lesson taught by the instructor. Luckily I did pay attention as the instructor asked me a question after the tea/coffee break and thankfully I was able to answer the question.
My little “head” began to take control of my mind. We were now regarded as one of the senior batches in school. A new class would commence on Mondays and since we had been at the school for more than 4 weeks now, it meant 4 new classes had commenced their training. It would be a daunting task to try to bonk another trainee in my class but I could try my luck on a new trainee from some of the new batches that had just joined. I heard from my classmates that a new batch just joined yesterday and no guys in the class. About 18 girls in total in that class. Hmm… time to check out the scene and lunch time would be the best time to view the beauties. The training school is far away from any food courts or kopitiams. So all trainees will have no choice but to come down to the canteen to have their lunch.
If you have been at the training school for a few weeks, it will not be too difficult to identify the new trainees. The new trainees will also not have their crew passes as it takes one or two weeks to get their passes (can’t remember how long it actually takes). In addition to that, there are only about 10 to 12 batches at the training school at any one time, bearing in mind that the training duration is about 3 months and you have one new batch joining every week. That means about 200 to 250 trainees and it is not all that difficult to recognise each other after being there for a few weeks.
In addition to that, it is mandatory for all trainees to wish each other “good morning/afternoon/evening” when they bump into each other at the canteen, lifts or any spots within the training centre So at this place, every new girl/guy is expected to be polite, courteous and most importantly smile when they meet another trainees or instructors or admin people at the school. Well they say you ought to start young. That means the right attitude and social etiquette has to be cultivated from the training school. How else are these trainees going to be full fledged stewards or stewardesses?
So if you want to get to know any girls, all you need to do is to get close to her and there is a 99% chance that she will smile at you or greet you. You can also wait for her to get into the lift and quickly get in the same lift. She has to greet you and give you her “SXXXXXXXX Girl Smile”. Trainees are encouraged to interact with each other. Forget the toilets folks! Ladies are only for the ladies. Don’t even try your luck.
So down I went to the canteen all alone. I was there slightly earlier so that I could get the best viewing seats available to check out the new arrivals. Got my lunch and my drink and sat at my selected spot. 2 other guys from my class joined me. Ate my lunch quickly and slowly sipped my drink waiting for the newbies while chatting with my classmates.
As expected the newbies started to walk-in. Groups by groups they came. Hmm.. some were not bad at all. I like the ones who have height. That’s simply because I am tall. So for good positioning of the “Mars and the Venus” the taller girls will do me a lot of good. I dread having a short “Venus”. Their faces would be way below my chin when I climb them, guess you folks know what I mean. Don’t want Ms. Venus to be eating up my chest hair.
My eye caught one lovely “Venus”. A Malay trainee. She must have been about 1.7m. Nice long legs. At least a B cup. She was definitely new. Never saw her before. She got her food and sat about 5 tables in front of me facing me but her view was blocked by other trainees, from her class I guess who were seated opposite her. Tough luck! Well at least I now have another target. The first thing I needed to do was to get her name and class/batch number. Other statistics can come later. How? How do I move in on my target? Had to find a way to get close to her. Can’t think right when the “small head” is in control. You ought to let the “big head” take control.
Found it extremely difficult to get another love making session with Koori. Maybe she felt guilty making love to me or maybe she is not a maniac like me. Koori was visible daily and we were still close but I totally lost interest in her as I was dying to get to know the new Malay trainee.
Nothing much happened that week but I did see the Malay trainee a couple of times at the canteen but she was always with her classmates. It would not have made sense to go near her when as she was always surrounded by her classmates. It had been a week since I got sex. The longer you are deprived of sex, the more the frequency of getting hard-ons. My poor junior! I wasn’t getting anywhere. Sometimes it kind of nice to have a girlfriend. At least you are not deprived for too long.
Stay tuned for Part 2 of Chap 3
Chapter 3 Part 2
Observed my new target for a week. No way of knowing her name as she had not got her crew pass. Was already into my 6th week at the training school. The depository of semen in my testicles was gradually increasing but unloading was the major problem. As usual I had my lunch during that week and went down the building to have a smoke at the entrance. Luckily my classmate was with me and we chatted while smoking. As we smoked, the new Malay trainee came out as well to have a smoke. Ah ha! Not bad at all. She was accompanied by another Chinese trainee. They greeted us and stood beside us. My classmate greeted the Chinese trainee, narrowing his focus on her right away and I immediately grabbed the opportunity to chat with the Malay trainee. I introduced myself although it was a practice for the more junior trainees to introduce themselves first.
What the hell? Who cares if I have to introduce myself first? After all I had a mission. I would do it a zillion times if it would lead me to getting between the most prestigious places between her thighs. She was surprised by my friendliness. She immediately shook my hands and gave me her name. THATS WHAT I WANTED ALL THIS WEEK! Her name! Finally!
Let’s now give her a name. We shall address her as Ella. Well I had to pretend and told her that I have never seen her around (Yah right bloody deceiver!) I thought to myself. Ella told me that she just joined about a week ago. Ella has this nice scent when she stands beside you. To those who are familiar with the perfume Issey Miyake, you know what I am referring to. I guess her skin blended very well with the perfume. I told Ella that I liked the perfume and asked her if there was one for the guys too. So we just chatted about perfumes, finished my cigarette and we parted of to get back to our respective classes. Goodness me! First hurdle cleared.
For the next couple of days, I bumped into Ella a couple of times. Since I was about 4 weeks her senior, she asked me lots of questions about the training. Like I knew everything! Well if you want the jewel between her thighs, you have to impress her. No other way! She ain’t going to spread it just like that for you. You just have to earn your right to be there. So work I did!!! As much as I could, within my capacity and my budget of course. Eventually I became her mentor. Not that I qualified but since I was more senior, Ella felt that I would be able to help her.
Now I wasn’t just getting close to just Ella but also the other girls in Ella’s class. Portraying this fake image of a mentor. At times you wonder what we guys do just to reach our destiny, I mean the pussy. It makes me laugh at times when I sit and think of it today. Desperado yes I was!!! Nothing to be shy about. But it was also extremely important not to let the target know that you are desperate. So the only way to achieve the desired results would be to ensure that the target strongly feels that you care about her. There is no other method! Unless she is a nymphomaniac.
I met Ella that week during lunch. It was a Friday and my batch mates were all planning to head to Phoenix Hotel that night. I asked Ella to join us. Ella said that she will check with her batch mates and revert. She was waiting for me after class at the exit of the training school. I was surprised to see her. Ella told me that some of her batch girls were also going to Hotel Phoenix. Awesome I thought. Tonight might be a good night for me. I shall invite Ella to be my dance partner when the DJ plays the slow version of romantic music. Wooo… I just could not wait to seize the opportunity to feel her body. Where will it lead us to?
Stay tuned for Part 3 of Chap 3
Dear Brothers,
Allow me to answer some of the queries first posted by the brothers in the forum.
Dear Brother sex crusader,
I have not started the days of flying yet. This was during my training at the training school. You do not get your uniforms until you pass the basic exams and the final exams. When you are ready to fly, then you are given 4 sets of uniforms. Guys come with long sleeve shirts, pants and tie. Girls wear dresses, skirts that should be knee length although some do wear shorter skirts and blouses. Hope I have cleared your doubts.
Dear Brother machinehead1234,
These incidents occurred more than 15 years ago. At that point of time, the girls that were selected had class. During my days, we saw many Eurasian, Arab and some of the prettiest Chinese, Malay and Indian girls. We even had local graduates joining. All because the money was good those days. Can’t talk about the situation now for I am no longer around although some of my batch mates are still flying as chiefs and leading stewards.
Hope I have clarified all your doubts.
Happy Reading