Jan and the special Cabin service (F/F)

[Janbound]

I’m going to try an idea I have had for a while. Unbelievable and actually mixes a few story ideas I have thought of . First part is short but here goes.

Part 1 (I hope)

Jan had just gone through a bitter divorce but had landed an excellent deal from her wealthy, but totally untrustworthy ex-husband . As a result she had decided to splash out on the trip of a lifetime, two weeks in a luxury island hotel and return business class, with the “fully recline leg seats and private two seat cubicle.”

"You know, I've never flown business class before," Jan confessed to the attractive hostess, her eyes widening with excitement.

The hostess, Heather, smiled warmly, her eyes sparkling. "Well, you're in for a treat. We'll make sure you have a flight to remember," she said, her voice carrying the promise of something more than just exceptional service. Jan felt a flutter in her stomach, a sensation she hadn't experienced in years. Heather's uniform fit her like a glove, accentuating every curve in a way that was both professional and alluring.

Once take off was over, Jan made full use of her business class cubicle, slipping her shoes off, reclining and putting her feet up on the seat opposite in her relative privacy, then ordering drinks.

As the aircraft climbed, Jan found herself drawn into a playful banter with Heather, who had a sharp wit and a knack for making Jan laugh. The other passengers began to settle into their seats, and the cabin lights dimmed. Heather offered Jan a complimentary glass of champagne, which she accepted with a shaky hand. She couldn't help but feel that Heather’s fingertips linger on hers just a moment too long and her skirt brushed Jan’s bare feet, tickling slightly.

The conversation grew more intimate as the hours passed, Heather leaning in closer to Jan’s seat as she listened to her tales of love lost and the excitement of starting anew. Jan felt a strange sense of liberation, as if the confines of her old life had been left on the ground below them. Heather’s eyes searched hers, and Jan realised that she was flirting back. Her heart raced at the thought, her palms growing damp. She even hinted to Heather about her open mindedness since her separation, her no longer repressed lesbian tendencies and her curiosity about restraint and bondage.

Heather excused herself to attend to other passengers, leaving Jan with a lingering scent of her perfume and a mind racing with possibilities. She tried to focus on the in-flight entertainment, but her thoughts kept drifting back to the alluring hostess. The cabin grew quieter as people fell asleep, and Jan felt a gentle tap on her shoulder.

"Mind if I join you for a bit?" Heather asked, her voice a soft whisper. Jan nodded eagerly, her eyes never leaving the other woman's. Heather slid into the seat across from her, the fabric whispering against her legs as she sat down. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against Jan's cheek. "I've got a surprise for you," she said, her smile mischievous.

Before Jan could react, Heather produced a roll of duct tape from her pocket. Jan's eyes widened in surprise, a giggle escaping her lips. "What are you doing?"

“It’s how we deal with troublesome passengers. We have handcuffs too. Now, you’re not going to cause me any trouble are you?”

Jan felt a thrill of excitement and a touch of fear as she felt the sticky tape being wrapped around her ankles, then her knees. She gave a smile indicating to Heather that she was not distressed and that she wanted more, which Heather obliged by taping her wrists and securing her to the chair. She had never been tied up before and it was definitely not something she had anticipated on her flight.

"Is this really necessary?" Jan teased, her voice quivering slightly.

"Oh, it's all part of the business class experience," Heather replied with a wink, her voice as smooth as the tape she was using. She began to bind Jan's elbows to the chair, the sticky material digging into Jan's skin just enough to make her gasp. The adrenaline washed over her in a delicious wave, heightening her senses.

“Now please give me a quiet night, and sweet dreams.” Heather said as she smoothed a pice of tape over Jan’s mouth, placed the complimentary sleep mask (blindfold) over her eyes, and drew the curtain around Jan’s personal, luxury prison.

The sound of the plane’s engines grew muffled, and Jan felt the gentle rocking of the aircraft as it cruised through the night sky. She took a deep breath, feeling the tension in her body build as the reality of her situation set in. The duct tape was tight but not painful, and the feeling of being restrained was both thrilling and terrifying. She tried to wiggle her fingers and toes, but everything else remained firmly in place.

As the darkness enveloped her, Jan’s imagination ran wild. She could feel the soft hum of the plane's air conditioning against her skin, the faint rustle of the curtain around her cubicle, and the distant murmur of the other passengers and crew. The thrill of the forbidden danced through her veins, and she couldn’t help but wonder if anyone else knew about her secret adventure with Heather.

Heather’s footsteps grew faint as she moved away, leaving Jan alone with her thoughts and the sensation of the tape holding her in place. The gentle pressure against her wrists and ankles sent a tingle up her spine, and she felt a warmth spread through her body that had nothing to do with the ambient cabin temperature. Her heart was racing, and she could feel her breath quicken beneath the blindfold.

Time seemed to stretch out, each moment feeling both endless and fleeting. Jan's mind was a whirlwind of anticipation, and she found herself straining to listen for any sound that might indicate Heather's return. The silence was occasionally pierced by the clink of glassware or the murmur of the pilot's voice over the intercom, but mostly it was just the steady drone of the engines lulling her into a state of heightened awareness.

Slowly the constant humm of the aeroplane became like white noise and Jan drifted off to sleep.

[Windrunner]

I'm clearly flying the wrong airline! Good story and fun idea.