Past? What Past?! [ F I N I S H E D ]

Past? What Past! Part20

"Poked her," Brant muttered to me, nodding his head towards a thirty year old airhostess. "Plan to finish her off on this flight. Umm... we fooled around for most of the flight last winter - she was a good shag," he informed me as he pointed towards another cabin crew member that looked about forty. She had blonde hair, big boobs and lots of makeup applied. "Oh, and I mustn't forget Michelle," he said, nodding towards the oldest cabin crew member that looked about fifty five. I noticed Brant wink and throw her a devilish smile before continuing: "we just had a quick fuck seeing as she hasn't got the energy for much else and I didn't want to shove my fingers up her old, wrinkled -"

"Enough!" I hissed. "I really don't need to know how many members of this cabin crew you've fucked, Brant." I sighed loudly. It had been like this for the past fifteen minutes we'd been here and Brant didn't leave out ANY details.

"Have you got a pen?" Brant asked me. I handed over a black biro and he started writing a message on his sick bag. I peered over his shoulder and let out an exasperated sigh as I saw what he had written.

'Fancy a quickie ;)? Loo, five minutes. I'm prepared but you sure as hell won't be for what I've got. B x'

"Aren't you quite the romantic," I sighed.

"Babe, with my good looks and charm, I don't NEED to be romantic." Brant paused and then said loudly to the nearby flight attendant: "excuse me!"

"Yes, sir? How can I help you?" Brant reached out his hand with the crumpled sick bag sex note in it and the flight attendant took his outstretched hand in her own.

"Where are we exactly," he reached out with his other hand and looked closely at the flight attendant's name tag attached alarmingly close to her boob. Brant's hand wandered away from the name tag and lightly skimmed the breast of the flight attendant's blouse. "Shelly," he finished, throwing a sexy smile her way.

"We're just over Newcastle, sir," she told Brant with a dazed look on her face as she took in his good looks. He was also weaving his charming spell over her. I felt sorry for her - she was hooked and she didn't even realise it. As soon as she read the sick bag sex note, she'd be jumping up and down waiting for five minutes to pass.

"Perfect," Brant said, flashing another smile and removing his hand from hers, leaving the sick bag sex notes in her outstretched, seemingly frozen hand. She walked away, a little bit pale skinned from the shock of two of Brant's smiles.

"You aren't really going to go?" I asked Brant as soon as Shelly was out of earshot.

"Of course I am! She's the youngest airhostess I've seen here in years and we're just over Newcastle! I'll have plenty of time to bang her and then rejoin you for some stimulating conversation on moral issues." Brant paused and then added, "anyway, it's not like you can judge - you're hardly a nun! You must have got busy to have a sprog. Or did the dad take your virginity but replace it with a baby?"

I pursed my lips and didn't answer him. I just stroked my baby girl's face sleeping face. How I wished I were her age - just to be free! Also, I would be completely ignorant of this very sexual conversation. It's true what they say - ignorance truly is bliss.

"Right, well, I'm off to get myself... ready," Brant told me as he undid his seatbelt and stood up. "By that I mean -"

"I know what you mean!" I said loudly, trying to block out the image of him in the bathroom, relieving himself in a way that a bathroom isn't designed for. On his way to the bathroom, he bumped into another airhostess and whispered something in her ear. She blushed and walked in front of him right into the bathroom. No one was watching as Brant slip in after her, no one except me. I laughed quietly and shook my head.