Posted by Peter on 11/22/2002, 7:32 am
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After fighting [and defeating] both Jane and Monica at the age of 17, Elizabeth did not fight again until she was 21. It was in fact her parents 21st present to her that led to her fighting again: tickets for her and I to fly to London after graduating from university. We got onto the jumbo and found our seats. The travel agent had tagged us as "newlyweds" on the booking, saying we'd probably get looked after a little better, so maybe that was why we found we had a row of three seats to ourselves. I noticed a very beautiful airline hostess looking at Elizabeth. Elizabeth must have noticed something too but when she looked around the hostess looked away. Mmm I thought, please let this hostie be interested in her or better still, both of us! Both Elizabeth and I enjoyed playing with Jane and Cath as well as wrestling with them. I think because of this experience I had become a little more attuned to the signals a woman gives off when attracted to another woman. And I thought the look she gave Elizabeth had been that signal. Now, how to bring them together? Well it's a long flight, lets see what develops and hope for the best. At the end of the day, what do we have to lose by propositioning her? Mmmm nothing! The hostie in question returned and I noticed her glance again resting on Elizabeth, who was intent on her book. The hostie was very beautiful: about the same height as Elizabeth, 5'8", looked to be a similar 36C 24 36 figure and about the same 133 pounds. But she had brown hair, green eyes and lightly tanned skin whereas Elizabeth was a pale skinned, blue eyed blonde. Her name badge said "Emma". She looked to be in her very early twenties. The meal trolleys came trundling slowly down the aisles and Emma was attending to our section. When she came to us she gave us a dazzling smile which Elizabeth returned. After giving us our meals [which it turned out were from First Class rather than Economy] she produced a bottle of very good French champagne and two glasses and said with a twinkle in her eyes "I noticed that you two are down on the manifest as newlyweds. How wonderful for you. I'd really like to look after you on this flight. I'll get you whatever you like. Don't be shy, just ask. If I'm not around, ask for Emma." She spoke with a beautiful, plummy, upper class, English accent. Elizabeth smiled warmly at her and said "Oh, thank you so much, that's really lovely of you, Emma. I'm Elizabeth and this is my husband, Peter. Actually we've been married for three years but this is kind of like a honeymoon." she finished, giving my hand a squeeze. "You two don't look old enough to have been married for three years." teased Emma "We got married on my 18th birthday and we're both 21 now." explained Elizabeth. "Oh, how simply gorgeous! Better go!" said Emma smiling radiantly at us as she moved off to serve the next row. First contact! I thought. I leaned over to Elizabeth, who was sitting in the aisle seat, and said "Watch yourself darling, I think she fancies you!" She laughed at me and said "You reckon every woman fancies me darling. Your fantasies are getting quite out of control. Actually I think you might be right: they do all fancy me but you're cramping my style!" "Happy just to watch, darling." I rejoined. She said "Don't I know it, darling, don't I know it." Emma returned after the meals had been taken away and said quietly "Would you two like to go up on the flight deck for a while?" Rather. We were up there for about half an hour, sitting in the two spare seats chatting to the pilots, taking in the incredible view. It was quite an amazing experience.