Date: Wed, 25 May 2005 12:19:23 -0700
From: Jim Cook <Jim_Cook7@msn.com>
Subject: FEW WORDS Chapter#2 "up..up and away"
My Life Story...In As Few Words As Possible
by Jim Cook
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Disclaimer: This story is TRUE, and only a few of the last names are made
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Chapter 2
Up....up and away
Good afternoon, ladies and Gentlemen...Welcome aboard Condor flight
# 407 ... To Frankfurt.... Our flying time will be ten hours and twenty
minutes.... Captain Muller has asked that you fasten your seatbelts, and
that your tray tables are in their upright and locked position. Please make
sure that your carry-on luggage is secure in the overhead compartments, or
safely under your seat. If I or the cabin crew can be of any assistance,
Please don't hesitate to call on us.... Thank You.......... Guter
Nachmittag.... die Damen und Herren, Willkommen An bord Flug # 407 Nach
Frankfurt ...... I just tuned out the rest of the announcement, and made
sure I was ready for take-off..... Everything where it should be.... Tray
table up...yep...Well the adventure begins, I thought to myself.
The plane's engines grew louder and we began moving. I looked out
my window I felt lucky, at check-in I think I got the last available window
seat. I love airports.... all the hustle and bustle ....wondering where
everyone is off to kind of fires the imagination.
As the plane taxied on the tarmac toward the active runway, I was
glad that I had chosen to leave from the Long Beach airport instead of LAX
(Los Angles International). Being a much smaller airport the air traffic
here is a lot less congested. And there were no other aircraft waiting for
take-off. "DING".... "DING" I see a stewardess taking an empty seat across
the isle from me, and quickly buckling her seatbelt. "Take-off" she smiled.
The roar from the engines told me we were taking off. Out the
window the ground raced by. I felt the nose of the plane come up off the
runway, a few seconds later the main gear is off the tarmac, we're in the
air. My stomach took a bit of a dip...then smooooth as we bank to the
right and headed out over the ocean. Out the window I'm able to see the
beach as we keep banking to the right and head east.
Looking down I see the beautiful green of Palos Verdes, I wonder
what mom is doing right about now? I do love that house; and she did such a
great job of decorating it. The view from the pool deck at night is a sea
of lights as you looked out over the L A basin.
By getting an afternoon flight I hoped to be able too enjoy a great
view as we flew over the many states as we headed east. The cars on the
freeways kept growing smaller as we continued gaining altitude. As we
seemed to have leveled off the stewardess released her seatbelt and went to
the galley which was directly behind my seat. Sorry now that I had ever
started smoking, I waited impatiently for the No-Smoking sign to be turned
off.
The sound of ice being dumped into a bucket and the tinkling of the
little bottles of liquor being placed on the bar cart just behind me caught
my attention, causing me to turn and look into the smiling face of the
stewardess that had been seated across from me. "Would you care for
something to drink?" she asked, with that "Coffee, Tea or ....Me"
smile. Spotting a glass of orange juice on the cart, "An orange juice would
be great, thank you". Picking up one of the little bottles of Smirnoff
Vodka, "Care for anything in it" she winked. Oh...Damn, she must think I'm
old enough.... Well if she's offering... "Sure ...why not" I
answered. Pouring the contents of the little bottle into the orange juice,
she handed me the plastic glass along with a cocktail napkin. "Thank you" I
said, accepting the drink.
"Ding...Ding" Just then the No-Smoking sign blinked off. Thankful I
was now able to smoke, I pulled from my pocket my cigarettes and lighter
and lit one, placing the rest of the pack on my tray table. A long deep
inhale...hmm that tastes good, and a screwdriver. Things are looking up I
chuckled to myself. Far below I see the mountains that lay between Los
Angles and Bakersfield.
I was sorry now that I only took German in my last year, instead of
in my junior year. Mad at my self too for not joining the German American
Club sooner. At least I did join in time to be eligible for this charter
flight. I'm still hoping that enough Europeans speak English that I'll be
able to get by. At least with my Euro- Rail pass traveling by train will be
made a lot easier. Not being able to speak most of the languages, it will
probably be the best money I've spent so far.
Lost in thought, I didn't notice the steward standing next to my
seat restocking the bar cart from the galley behind me. "Would you like
another ....Hmm... that's a screwdriver, right?" he asked. "Yes, it is, but
I'm fine, thank you" I replied, my eyes lingering at his beautifully packed
crotch, before I gazed up into his amazing blue eyes. "Are you sure....it's
going to be awhile before I am able to get back here again" he added.
Looking into those azure blue pools of his, how could I say no to anything
he asked? "Ahh... hum... yeah, why not" I spoke lost in those eyes of
his. "Cocktail nuts...also?" he asked, placing two small packages on my
tray. "Sure, thanks" I answered. As he began pushing the cart up the isle,
he turned...smiled showing his pearly whites.... And I swear...he winked.
Well I hoped that all the guys I would meet in Germany would be as
cute. Short cropped blond hair, a killer smile, beautifully white teeth,
and those deep azure blue eyes that seemed to almost glow, and that square
German jaw. All that topped with a golden bronze tan. Now I was extremely
happy that I was on this flight. Being next to the galley I just might
have a chance to talk with him a little more. It is going to be a rather
long flight....and you never know, I chuckled to myself.
After my second screwdriver....and my nerve building, I decided I
was defiantly going to try and speak with him if I ever got the
chance. About forty minutes had gone by before the stewardess returned to
the galley. She smiled and nodded as she passed. A few minutes later the
steward....my steward...oh how I wished, came up the isle pushing what
appeared to be a fairly well depleted drink cart.
Pausing by my seat, he picked up my empty glass and the one empty
nut bag, before offering me another drink. "I think I just might
have...Ahh... yes, one left" he said, holding up a lone little bottle of
Smirnoff Vodka. Placing a fresh plastic tumbler on my tray, he opened one
of the two remaining small cans of orange juice and poured it along with
the vodka into my glass. "Ice" he offered. "Yes please" I answered, holding
my glass up to him. As he dropped a couple of cubes into it, I was able to
catch another quick glance at his well packed basket. Giving me a big grin,
and either he has a serious eye tic or, he winked at me again, as he tugged
the cart into the galley.
For the next ten minutes I could hear the clatter of things being
stowed away. When things seemed to have quieted a bit, and all I could hear
was a low key conversation mixed with occasional laughter, I gathered my
three screwdriver bravado, and decided to walk past the galley in an
attempt to engage him in a conversation. Using the excuse of making my way
to the lavatories, as they were located just past the galley in the tail of
the plane, my passing the galley wouldn't seem odd.
I didn't realize until I found myself in the bathroom that I really
did need to pee, and badly as my bladder was quite full. Exiting the
lavatory, trying to act as casual as I possibly could, I paused at the rear
aircraft door and gazed out the small porthole. With an occasional glance
over, I could see that he and the stewardess were casually talking and
smoking a cigarette. They were hidden from the view of the other passengers
by standing in the galley. Seeing the two of them smoking, I lit one up
myself, while still looking out the small portal. Almost afraid to look
directly at him, I stole the occasional glance. Dinner wouldn't be for at
least an hour or more, and this was their first break after the passengers
had been served from the bar cart. As the plane was almost totally full, I
figured they deserved the short time out.
Ready to steal another glance, I almost dropped my cigarette when
as I turned my head, there he stood. The noise in the aircraft must have
masked his approach. "First time to Germany?" he asked smiling. Sensing my
shock at his sudden appearance, he put his hand on my shoulder as if to
calm me before asking again, "First trip to Germany"?
"Ahh....Ahh... yes...Yes it is" I replied, my nerves beginning to
quiet. "Sorry I startled you... You ok"? "Oh...yeah, sure....just caught me
off guard, that's all" I stammered.
"Sprechen sie Deutsch?" he asked. (Do you speak German?) "Nur ein
bisschen, aber Ich lerne" (Only a little, but I'm learning) I answered,
thankful for my one year of German. Chuckling with a warm cute smile "Not
Bad.....for an Auslander (foreigner)" he chided, giving my shoulder a
gentle squeeze. We talked for awhile, my eyes drinking him in, and he even
fixed me yet another drink, saying dinner was still a ways off.
I guess we spoke longer than I realized. For when the stewardess
called his name, which he earlier told me was Hans, she began pulling out
trays and placing them in what I took be ovens. I became aware that almost
an hour had gone by. "Guess I had better let you get back to work" I said
setting my empty glass on the counter and turning to leave. "After dinner"
he said nodding toward the two empty seats next to me. "Oh...yes, I'd like
that" I said, grinning to myself as I made my way across to my
seat. Returning to my place by the window I lit another cigarette and
thought about the gorgeous guy I'd just met.
Dinner was very tasty, a nice fillet, roasted potatoes, with a
Caesar salad. I passed on the coffee after and had another screwdriver
instead. I almost skipped the drink, but; there had been enough time and a
meal in between so that I only had the slightest bit of a buzz. As with the
others I sipped this one slowly too.
The crew was busy picking up the last of the food trays, and
handing out the headsets for the movie. I did receive a few smiles from
Hans as he worked his way up and down the isle. Oh Damn... the movie "Where
the boys are" one of my favorites was being shown on a screen that looked
so small, at least from my seat at the rear of the plane, it was difficult
to see. The only draw back of the 707. I decided that I had enough of a
reason to get up and walk around a bit, maybe even making a quick pit stop.
My timing was perfect; he was just finishing up his dinner standing
there in the galley as I passed on my way to the bathroom. "No movie for
you" he said putting his tray away, as I came out of the lavatory. "A
little hard to see from way back here" I replied, putting my hand up to my
eyes and craning my neck, like I was looking at something miles away. "Yes"
he said with a little laugh, "I guess we're just used to it" nodding toward
the stewardess. Then he added that there are a couple of seats closer to
the front if I would like to go and sit up there. "No that's alright I've
seen it twice before, it's a good movie though, and I really like Connie
Frances" "I do too" he shot back, with another of his great smiles.
"Ok...if I smoke here" I asked. Without saying a word he opened a
cupboard and placed an ashtray on the counter next to me. Taking me
cigarettes from my shirt pocket I offered him one then took one for myself.
Placing the rest of the pack on the counter, I reached into my pants pocket
for my lighter. When I looked up he already had a lighter lit. After taking
a puff, I gave him a nod of my head and said "Thank you". "No....Danke"
(thanks) "You need to start practicing up on your German" he admonished
with a smile and a wink.
His co-worker whose name was Helga, he told me, would be up front
helping the forward crew and wouldn't be back for awhile, as most of the
passengers were watching the movie or sleeping. "Why don't we go and sit
down, I need to get off my feet for a few, Jim" he said sticking his tongue
out and shaking his head slowly, mocking his fatigue. Grabbing my lighter
and cigarettes I made my way to my seat. Hans took a side trip to the
bathroom, and returned with a glass of orange juice and a can of seven-up.
Tasting the OJ I noticed it had Vodka in it. "Thank you...Hans,
but; I think this'll be my last, I'm getting quite a healthy buzz on" I
told him with a roll of my eyes. "Gut..." (Good) he said with a squeeze of
my knee. "I mean you being a bit "Tipsy" he smiled, wiggling his eye brows
up and down a bit. Hummm.....what did he mean by "glad I was a bit tipsy" I
wondered? Did he mean what I hoped he meant that I might be ravaged by this
German stud? I felt my dick twitch.
Turning and gazing out my window I saw three quarters of a full
moon in an absolutely cloudless sky, scattered with a few stars. Leaning
across me so he could also look out at the moon, I felt his hand on my
thigh....almost touching my awakening manhood. Glancing up I took note that
the few people near by all seemed to be sleeping in the darkened
cabin. Ever so slightly his thumb made soft circles only inches from my now
hard dick. Feeling turn about was fair play I placed my hand on his leg, my
thumb gently stroked his firmly packed basket.
In effort not to break the closeness, Hans began telling me how
much I would like Frankfurt, almost in a soft whisper. His family lives
north of Frankfurt in Dsseldorf, but; he keeps an apartment Frankfurt. We
talked huddled together, our fingers softly massaging each others
crotches. We both enjoyed making each others cocks twitch. The way we were
sitting and the way our hands were placed, it wasn't obvious what we were
up to. It looked as if we were just talking and looking out the window. We
stayed deep in conversation for over two and a half hours, as we played
touchy feely.
The movie long over, I saw Helga heading up the darkened isle
toward us picking up some of the headsets as she came. Hans gave my hard
cock a playful pat, and sighed softly as he rose to return to the galley.
Before she reached us, he turned gave me a wink and one of his great
smiles. "Hallo again" she said with a cute smile and a nod as she passed,
and began speaking to Hans. Well time for me to make a quick trip to the
bathroom. They were busy in the galley, and I don't think Hans even noticed
me slip by and into the lavatory. Coming out I saw Hans was no where to be
found, and went and sat back down.
Being a bit tired, I decided to take my pillow down from the
overhead compartment and just rest my eyes for awhile. With all the
excitement of the day I was exhausted, however; I didn't realize just how
tired I really was until my head hit the pillow.
Hearing a commotion coming from the galley, I opened my eyes...then
I knew I had dozed off. Well I did feel better, a little more rested any
way. Now that I was awake I caught the smell coffee coming from the
galley. Coming around the corner, and seeing I was awake Hans asked "Would
you like a cup of coffee?" "Oh yes...Yes please" I begged still a bit
groggy. He disappeared back around the corner, and reappeared with a cup in
his hand. "Cream and sugar" he smiled. "Please" I replied. He was prepared,
and from his other hand presented me two packets of sugar and a small
sealed tumbler of half and half. "Danke (thanks)" I said as he set the
coffee on my tray. He pulled the tab off my cream and poured it into my
cup. "Bitte" that means your welcome" he said with a little wink.
Outside the plane it was beginning to lighten, and I could just
make out a few clouds toward the horizon. It won't belong now I reasoned,
as I kept watching Hans as he went up the isle serving coffee or tea. I
could smell something coming from the galley, and it did smell real
good. Making his was back up the isle, Hans said breakfast would be ready
in a few minutes and gave me another of his blue eyed smiles, as he
disappeared into the galley.
The hot coffee tasted wonderful and went perfectly with my morning
cigarette. Helga and Hans appeared from the galley caring trays of hot damp
towels, offering each awake passenger one. It was Helga who offered me a
hot towel. "Danke (thanks)" I said smiling up at her. "Bitte (please)" she
smiled back before moving on. "Just like a real German" Hans said, poking a
little fun at me, after handing a gentleman a hot towel. We both just
grinned.
"Guter Morgen die Damen und Herren, Wir werden fruhstuck in ein parr
minuten dienen"....... "Good morning Ladies and Gentlemen, we will be
serving breakfast in a few minutes" came over the cabin PA system. I didn't
pay much attention to the rest of the announcement, as I needed to take a
healthy piss to get rid of my morning wood. Returning from the bathroom, I
found my breakfast waiting on my tray. Breakfast consisted of a glass of
orange juice, scrambled eggs, Canadian bacon, toast with little containers
of grape and cherry jelly on the side. After the breakfast service was
over, I noticed that the crew worked at a feverish pace to tidy up the
cabin, taking the breakfast trays and the rest of the headphones from the
movie into the galley.
"Good morning ladies and gentlemen...this is Captain Muller
speaking, we are preparing for our decent into Frankfurt....Please fasten
your seatbelt, and make sure your tray-tables are up and locked. Please
extinguish all smoking materials. We should be on the ground in about
twenty-five minutes.... I hope you have enjoyed your flight. Myself and the
crew would like to thank you for flying with us..... "Guter Morgen die
Damen und.............." I tuned out the rest, and began gathering my
things from the empty seat next to me.
Outside now I could see farms, green fields, a river, small towns
and what I thought to be freeways. "Willkommen Nach Deutschland", I looked
up to see Hans leaning over the seat next to me pointing out my
window. "Welcome to Germany" he said. We'll be landing in a couple of
minutes. Did you like your breakfast? I gave you an extra piece of
Canadian bacon. "Yes...very much, thanks". Where does the plane go onto
from here" I asked Hans. "This is the last leg of our flight schedule, now
our crew has six days off" Hans said. With a sheepish kind of grin, "Would
you like for me to show you some of the sights Frankfurt has to offer"? "Oh
that sounds great, are you sure it's not an inconvenience, you must have
more important things to do than show a tourist around" I answered, but
with a look that said, ...Oh Yes,...Yes Please Do.
"Ding....Ding" "That's for the crew to take their seats, I'd better
go sit down" Hans told me as he hurried towards the front of the
aircraft. Helga was taking her seat just across from me again. She looked
over at me and said, "I hope you enjoy your stay here in Germany". "Oh...I
know I will, Thank you for a great flight Helga,...Enjoy your days off". I
said with a smile. She returned my smile and buckled her seatbelt.
The plane gave a little shudder as the landing gear came
down. "Ding..Ding"..."Ding..Ding" the seatbelt and No-Smoking signs flashed
a couple of times very rapidly. Helga glanced up the isle very quickly to
make sure that all was as it should be. The ground was coming up very
fast. I could see another runway and what I took to be the terminal off to
the side. Then I felt the wheels touch down, a moment later the nose gear
was on the tarmac. Seemed like a perfect ..1, 2...and 3 point landing to
me. The loudness told me the reverse thrusters were beginning to slow the
plane. Now we seemed to just glide down the runway....slowing as we
went. Coming almost to a dead stop, the plane began to turn off the runway
onto a taxi way. As we turned I could see a little yellow truck with a sign
on it saying "FOLLOW ME" in front of us. The engines came up a bit as we
followed the yellow truck to the gate. In a moment Helga was up and
standing by the door across from me. Hans from up front was on the PA
system asking that everyone remain seated until the aircraft came to a
complete stop at the gate.
My European adventure begins, I thought. Only hours ago I was
walking down the isle at my high school graduation, even then only thinking
about this trip. Now here I am...eighteen and with money in my
pocket. Cleaning my dad's medical offices these past five years, really
paid off. With my Travelers checks in my jacket pocket along with my
Euro-Rail Pass and passport, I took a deep breath. I'm off to see the
world. Well....as least parts of it anyway.
Glancing up I saw Hans coming down the isle looking very smart in
his blue blazer and with his hat on. Beaming his usual sexy smile, he gave
me a wink and handed an envelope to me. I took it, but; wanted to ask what
it was for. However, he had already passed and was standing at the door
ready to open it. The other passengers were up out of their seats
collecting their coats and other belongings from the overhead
compartments. My stuff was already on the seat next to me. I slipped the
envelope into my jacket pocket, picked up my things and stepped into the
isle as Hans opened the door. Helga motioned for me to come ahead, as I was
the only person ready to disembark. Both Hans and Helga stood by the door
smiling, and thanked me for flying with them.
I walked up the jet-way anxious to find out what was in the
envelope Hans had given me. I followed the signs pointing the way to
passport control and baggage claim. I was asked how long I planed on
staying in Germany, I answered about a week or so. Customs though was an
experience, having to open my luggage as the agent took a quick look
through them. He asked if I had brought anything into the country, only two
cartons of Marlboro cigarettes I told him. "Enjoy your stay" he said as he
waved me on. Quickly I closed my suitcases and looked for an exit. Now to
find a Taxi to take me into Frankfurt.
Chapter #3 "Welcome to Frankfurt" to follow soon
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Sorry this chapter didn't have a lot of sex in it. there is only so
much you can do on an airplane.
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