First class: A lift and carry story

 Urgh…. I’ve been trying to book my tickets for almost a day. How are all flights either cancelled or full ? Guess my best bet is to go wait at the airport and hope my waitlist clears. “Is there anyway I can get on a flight ?” - I asked the check in desk lady. A striking woman, either her counter had a step stool or she was like tall and broad. She said “sir , all flights are booked.” Dejected , I thought of using my sweet smile and appealing to her “it’s okay, thank you mam- I just wish I could get to my wife, it’s our anniversary after all.” She took a deep breadth and looked like she was trying to do something, then, she picked up her phone and started texting. She looked me up and down and texted a bit more. Then she asked, “is your wife going to come and pick you up at the airport ?” Thats a weird question for an airline to ask. I said “yes” . She said to write down my wife’s name and phone number. She said “I don’t usually do this but I am upgrading you sir .” I was elated - “premium economy or first class”. She smiled and said “it’s a special seat please proceed to gate.”. My boarding pass just said L. She grabbed my really heavy bags really easily. 

Boarding time approached as I headed to my gate. Still unsure how to board , what is my group ? Gate agent announced - “we are beginning boarding - Mr. Singh, please approach the counter.” I obliged. They asked me for my carry ons and said they’ll be available near my seat. Somehow even that guy was coy and didn’t give me more details. A strikingly beautiful air hostess , almost 6 feet tall in her heels, dirty red hair, blue eyes, walked up to me and said “Mr. Singh ?” I said “yes”, she said “it’s time”. With that she put her arm around my upper back and bent down to my knees and within a second scooped me up in cradle, I let out a breadth as I was taken by surprise by sheer advance and power of this woman. Unable to get in touch with reality or the ground, I shook, struggled, and tried to jump out of her grasp. She had my back to ribs secure in one arm and my knees in other. To know, she was not even struggling under my weight was shocking. I flailed my legs around to get out of that hold and had no success. She squeezed me with her forearms a bit and I stopped struggling. I was out of breadth and she had a slightly irritated but calm expression on her face. She looked even prettier this close. “Are you comfortable ?” - she asked sternly. Mostly, I couldn’t believe what was happening , I am being carried like a princess by air hostess like why ? What ? When does this ever happen. I said “no , let me go !”. She replied, only way you’re going into that plane is like this. Rules say you can’t step on it without assigned seat. I am taking you with me if you just let me carry you without a scene or you can wait for next available flight 2 days from now. I reluctantly sighed and nodded in agreement. 

I was mesmerized by how strong this woman was . I have lifted my wife like this and can’t keep up more than 2 minutes , here she was casually walking. My trance broke as I looked around and let the ultimate embarassment set in. The Los Angeles airport was watching me . She started walking and people watched . A 4 year old was crying because he didn’t wanna walk just looked at me in pure envy. An old lady with a walker also looked at me weird. Not to mention, girls my age were smiling teasingly at the sight. I was red with embarassment when she broke my trance and asked “ are you comfortable ?” . I replied “yes, just embarassed”, she said “awww….. it’s okay. ….flight is full , you’ve been upgraded to lap seats, it’s a loophole we use for minors sometimes but as long as staff doesn’t mind , we can sneak in adults”. That made me even more embarrassed as she was treating me like a minor . She walked with elegance and grace as if she was just carrying a carry on as we made our way through the jet bridge. “Shit ! That’s my boss” I said as I totally saw him trying to board business class . She just rolled her eyes. I said please don’t let him see me ….. she turned around and hid me as she said excuse me and entered the plane with ease. Embarassment was high but I was starting to get too comfortable being carried like this . He no nonsense demeanor and apparent lack of effort was so disarming. She set me on a business class seat and said she’ll be right back and put a hand on my cheek reassuringly.

This was the most comfortable seat in the plane no. Huge screen , so much leg room. But I felt uncomfortable as I was no longer in the arms of that goddess. I had some free champagne and relaxed as I saw the safety briefing. Just as we were on taxiway, she came back and picked me up again I somehow felt relived, and it showed on my face as she commented “look who came around ?”. I smiled rolling my eyes as she sat down on the seat with me on her lap. She asked me “are you comfortable ?” I nodded like a faithful wife in look of pure appreciation and gratitude. She smiled and looked at me shaking her head. She pulled my head to her chest and caressed me. The seat belt sign came on and I was slightly concerned when she put her 2 arms around me . Tight but snug , I couldn’t move but wasn’t ever more comfortable. The plane took off as my head laid on her upper chest - I just felt asleep. Best plane sleep I’ve ever had. I woke up in her arms as she caressed me. “Hey!, it’s time to eat” I woke up and drank some water and spilled it on myself because if the angle. She made an annoyed face and took the bottle from me and just fed the water to me making eye contact. We ate and then I got really nervous , she asked what’s wrong. I said … “I …. Need to go to the bathroom” she said sure , and then got up carrying me . I was so confused . Will she carry me to the bathroom. She took me to the plane bathroom , super crammed and shut the door behind . We were so close when she let me down. I just looked at her. She jestered go as if she didn’t expect to undress me. I said “but in front of you ?” . She turned around and said it’s illegal for you to on this plane without me okay !”.

This was when I saw her standing face to face to me in a close quarters. She was 30 something but slightly taller than me . At 5’9” I am no short king but her frame was broad . The uniform was working hard to hide that she clearly works out. Her forearms were muscular. Her shoulders and Pecs were well formed as I knew quite well. But her legs , that’s how she’s able to stand walk run with me in her arms. Those were pure muscle , popping calves. She said “hello! I don’t wanna be here for too long” breaking my train of thought. I got further humiliated as I peed with a woman in the room. A gorgeous woman . I washed my hands and got picked up like a child again and we proceeded to our seat. 

She talked to me. She asked where I worked what I did. I told her and she was impressed. Harvard grads in finance rarely get that appreciation . Her name was Nicole , she was a flight attendant . I asked how she was so strong . She smiled and blushed and said “thank you, no one ever appreciates .” I said I’ve no choice as she’s literally carrying me across the seas . To my surprise, she said it’s no big deal . She can carry heavy things. She works out but not professionally. She called me light and submissive . I ignored light but got offended by “submissive”. She said nobody gets lifted unless they want to. I said I struggled a lot, she was just stronger than me. She said that’s not how it works , I just struggled for show that she is stronger than me but it’s just my nature to be the lifted one. I was so uncomfortable with the submissive tag, I said am not it. She said she’ll demonstrate just how submissive I am. She took me to the bathroom again and put me down. I was confused, she looked me in the eye and took her scarf off revealing her neck, kinda sexy. She unbuttoned her shirt showing off her pecs , her boobs contained in a green bra, her abdomen shredded with abs. I melted, she called me close and said “what’ll you do now” my hands went on her popping shoulders and felt her tricep dip , to her obliques as I slowly fell to my knees . As I fell my face took a dive rubbing against her chest and now her abdomen . I drooled as I kissed her 6 pack abs . She caressed my hair and back of head . “See submissive”. She buttoned herself up and picked me up again. Now totally in command. We sat down and I asked “ what would a non submissive person do in such a situation “ she said “they won’t get a chance” I didn’t understand the logic. We saw a horror movie that made me clutch on her tighter and then I fell asleep. 

We landed in Abu Dhabi which meant I had to switch flights . Nicole carried me out of there like a princess again. Any dhabi has a more conservative crowd that stared at me way more than Los Angeles . The red head bombshell air hostess carried me to gate 2 where she saw another saree clad Indian airhostess . Code share magic was I was going into another flight to Mumbai. Saree clad airhostess Alia was like a foot shorter than Nicole, way younger and smaller as well. They talked about crazy schedule and crowd of holiday season before to my surprised Nicole handed me to Alia . “Alia is a rising star, she’ll take good care of you” - she said before patting my cheek and walking away. This was somehow more embarrassing. It was one thing to be in Sturdy and high arms of a tall red head woman, but now a thin Indian girl probably 5 years younger than me was carrying me across the terminal . She walked fast . I snuck a look at  my reflection in the glass of terminal and it looked so lopsided . A large man in the arms of a smaller woman. She broke me out of thought asking “are you comfortable ?” . I didn’t want same old run down of reasoning about why I needed to be carried. I nodded my head . She asked “first time ?” I replied “yes” she smiled and said mine as well. I said “wow , you make it look easy” she took me effortlessly to my first class seat and left me there. The take off time came and she took me in her arms. She wrapped her arms around me like a seat belt but was so tight I couldn’t breathe . I struggled as she kept on crushing me until I said “please can you ease up the pressur!” She laughed and eased up . I was not comfortable as before but was super turned on by her strength. We ate and then I dreaded asking for going to the bathroom. She obliged and took me in. As a weird first fiend, she unzipped me and turned me around and held my thing as I peed. I felt really violated and turned on. She directed it so sternly. Tears came into my eyes. She said “what’s wrong ? Omg , please don’t cry!” And she picked me up again. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that she violated me because she was just doing her job and it was an awkward conversation. She rocked me and strange comfort came on to me. I had been turned on since I left and had crazy built up excitement form Nicole and her carrying me . Humiliation and desire were taking hold off me as we talked . She was a new hire, barely 23 . I asked how she is so strong. She just shrugged her shoulders . I teared up more thinking how weak and submissive I am to be simply cradled by and manhandled by a girl so young and so oblivious of her strength. We landed in Mumbai. I was strangely looking forward to using my feet but Alia carried me all the way out. 

My wife laughed so hard looking at the tiny girl carrying me embarrassing me further until she handed me to my wife. To my surprise my wife was just cradling me as our driver took the luggage . I was speechless and then asked her to let me down - she said “do you not like it ?” I was speechless but my eyes said everything . I was dropped on the bed and for the first time I felt not in control since Los Angeles. The 23 hour flight changed my life.  We had one of the most passionate lovemaking session driven by my 23 hour on/off boner . I had the most intense orgasm. 

Can’t wait to fly first class again :)