All flights from New York that evening were grounded. Ice on the runway. They wouldn’t even let anyone consider taxing out of the gate until noon the next day. That resulted in a stroke of luck for me when it came to getting close to Penny Lynn Foster, my secret crush and the love of my life.
Desiring Penny was something that had begun in my heart from the first moment I met her. She was a charm, a jewel with a thousand crystals that shined so brightly that I could hardly see for a few moments before realizing I was in the presence of someone extraordinary. Her bright, bubbly, courteous, and downright sensual personality won me over, as well as her fiery red hair and thin low-dip t-shirt that hugged firm breasts. I wanted nothing more than to have her on my flights and keep her there.
As a pilot, I had the option of choosing the flight attendants that worked well with me, so naturally, Penny ended up on most of my domestic flights and every single international one. On those long flights across the Pacific, when my co-pilot would take over for a while, I would spend some time in the quiet silence – while passengers were lightly snoring – and got to know Penny through friendly conversation. We would talk and flirt a bit, then laugh and flirt some more. I learned more about her during that time than any other time we had been grounded together. I learned what she loved, what she despised, what she wanted to do with her future, whom she had dated, and many more questions and answers that let me into the world of beautiful Penny Lynn Forster, whom I had fallen in love with.
Now as flights were grounded and we were holed up at the Meridian together, we found ourselves strangely in two corner rooms at the end of a long hallway of otherwise empty rooms. The other members of our crew had found their own accommodations for the evening as many of them lived near our airline’s New York City hub.
So it was that night that I decided to take a chance. I knew she liked me, too, but I also knew that regulations prohibited pilots and flight attendants to fraternize – on or off the plane. So it was a risk, but one that I decided to take. After all, my heart could take it no longer.
It was well after midnight when I knocked on her door and it creaked open. I grinned, wondering if she had known that I’d be coming over to her room. Inside I heard the running water in the bathtub, so I slipped inside the living room area of her hotel suite and shut the door. Steam was coming from the bathroom, so while she was occupied with her bath, I took to the bar and poured two drinks over ice. I wasn’t exactly a stealth ninja fixing the drinks. When the glasses clinked together, I heard her delicate voice from the bathroom.
“Make sure you shut the door, Davey,” she called. “It’s awfully drafty with it open.”
I stepped into her bathroom with a wide grin. She seemed pleased to see me in just a bathrobe – loosely tied at the waist, revealing body parts in a tasteful yet teasing way. How seductively delectable Penny looked in the bath, covered with suds.
“Care for a drink?” I asked, handing a glass to her. I sipped mine. The tonic went down smooth.
“Care for a bath?” she flirted with wanting eyes, her tongue sliding sweetly under her teeth on the “th” sound of the word “bath.”
I was silent, sipping my tonic and staring at the body that I wanted to bathe more than anything in the world. She was appraising mine as much I was hers.
“You must be even more exhausted than I am,” she said, “coming in from Chicago in that weather. Why don’t you let me … take care of you for a while? Isn’t that what flight attendants are supposed to do? Attend?”
After I placed my drink down, I slipped off my bathrobe. Her eyes widened in delight.
“I was hoping you’d say that,” I said as I stepped through the suds into the hot bath, joining the girl of my dreams.
Author’s Note: This pic actually came with a short story written in 1965 that began with the same first sentence as my story: “All flights from New York were grounded.” I took this sentence and ran with it, obviously changing the story and making it my own. 😉