Adultery Kalpana : The Flight Simulator

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Anil: (his eyes went wide) you look great, Kalpana. Are you sure you dont want to join the crew here? (and offered a perfect gentleman’s smile).



me: Thanks.. but . I .. am er.. looking for my saree.. that I wore this morning

(i ask in a hushed tone) Anita seemed to have brought it outside the room


Anil: Oh that, why do you need it now. Did she not mention to you about the demo while you were both inside? We’ve planned to run a small rehearsal with the new dress in our simulator. It’s basically a small section of the flight cabin that is used by our cabin crew for training purposes.


Me: No, she hadn’t mentioned anything about it.


Anil: OH . sorry about it. Anita has kept your belongings somewhere. I don’t know where they are. She has already left to set up the rehearsal session at the simulator. You can join me. I am going there to oversee and approve it. You can collect you saree later. It’s not going to disappear anywhere Kalpana. Else you’ll be bored to death until I return.

me: oh , well.. ( hmmm, that’s true. I better be with him I thought. It is only going to be for a short period.) OK let me go with you Anil.


Anil: I think Anita should be getting ready for the simulator session as we speak.

me: ok. Where is it?

Anil: It is about a mile from here. why dont we head over there? Lets take a taxi

me: ok. (meekly) (Do I have to go out like this outside?? my god!!)


Anil was thinking to himself with a smile ‘no chance to retrieve your saree or panties for now’

me: but.. Anil.. just a thought…


Anil: yes Kalpana?


me: before going.. Could I perhaps collect my things in a bag and bring it along?

its just that its not just the saree ( I couldn’t see them anywhere here)


Anil: (still suppressing his excitement) Oh don’t worry about that. we will come back here anyway.


me: ( I looked crest fallen but nodded nevertheless).


We left the room to the disappointment of the technician, and reached the entrance. Not much of the traffic and we stopped the first taxi.

The Taxiwala got an eyeful as I quickly stepped in at the back, obviously. After a quick ride and we reached our destination.

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Ravi guided us to our section to the simulator, once we got in to the building. I followed him closely, avoided eye contacts and ignoring the stares. What was a small walk seemed endless. We reached a conference room. Anita was waiting for us there!


Me: so you left before us?

Anita: yes. I had to do some preparations here at the simulator, but you look stunning in this saree just as I thought. Thanks to the matching petticoat. I think it enhances the white base of the saree. What do you think?

Me: Thanks Anita. Its your idea. Thanks to you (All of us started walking.)

Anita (walking behind me, patted my buttocks) Must be feeling nice and cool I think?

(She reminded me of my lack of panties, quiet subtly)

me: haha.. yeah ( I laughed uneasily ... it was indeed a cool feeling and it wasn’t helping me at all.)

Anil: (with mock innocence) what do you mean Anita? We are all cool here, its the A/C you see.

me: (blushing) Oh. It’s nothing. It’s the A/C she is referring to.

Anita: Yes sure. it is the A/C I was talking about (and winked at him)

I felt a bit relieved, but I missed her 'wink' exchange. Anil smiles, and he pats her behind. His hand lingers for a little longer than a friendly pat.

I noticed this... and saw where his fingers lay...right on her cleft! She has indeed a well shaped bum, I think to myself.

Anil: Anita, lets go to the simulator. Kalpana, I have a great idea. How would like to play air hostess for a short while?

me: me? What?

Anil: that would be good instead of just watching. Come on its simple. Give it a go. Besides it would give us an idea about how this dress rehearsal feels from an outsider’s perspective. That’s you Kalpana.

Anil: Great! Anita can give her professional opinion and you can give the common person's opinion. Both very useful and different

(Anita leads us to the simulator)

me: Ok then ( That’s nice. Someone wants my opinion too! )

( I follow her. It is like a tiny aircraft, has 3 columns of seats, but each column has only one seat. The aisles are quite narrow)

Me: oh this looks very different from a plane

Anil: It’s quite an expensive thing Kalpana. We use it for nearly all the cabin-crew trainings.

me: Oh I see. (Looking around the dummy aircraft cabin)

Anil: We do have a first class section in the front and that has seats that fold into beds. It is quite roomy. We will show you later

me: oh ok ( I walked around and got myself familiarised)

Anil: Generally- if one gets sufficiently trained in the economy section, its usually easy to pass in first class, although it could be more demanding in a different way.

me: oh ( I was listening interestedly, as it was giving me an interesting picture about the whole thing).

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As I was on the other end of the aisle looking around the cabin, Anil sat on one of the seats in the middle row. Anita switched on a recorded message and took her position. She stood in the middle facing the seats, on the other end. Soon the recorded message outlining the flight safety and emergency exits etc began. She was beautifully miming to the message with a ‘Business-like’ smile. The saree was indeed suiting her very well. She was enthusiastically pointing at the emergency exits, stretching her hands out, but I am sure the passengers would have been more interested in trying to find out which beauty parlour she visits to get such a smooth and creamy waist as most of her midriff was exposed as she casually stretched her hands.


When her presentation was over, Anil looked satisfied and nodded. She smiled at me cheerfully.

Anita: May be you could join me in the next exercise Kalpana. From now on, it’s straightforward.

me: well.. ok. What are we supposed to do?

Anita: It involves making sure that the overhead compartments are closed and the luggage secured.

Anil: Basically you make try your best to fit in the bags in the overhead bin and close it.

me: OK. ( I clearly didn’t think about the possibilities at that stage and nor did I understand why Anita chuckled loudly)

Anil: you both will then tell me how easy or difficult it was to do it in the new saree.

First let Anita do it. Is it ok with u, Kalpana?

me: ok. Yes that will give me some idea (although it sounds fairly straight forward)

She came to the seat, reached for the over head bin’s door first. Her belly was all stretched as she lifted her feet to reach the bin. In essence, a mega view for the customer sitting. That point struck me ONLY then. I first gawked at her show.. as I was drawn in myself. She seemed to be not a least bit bothered. Her saree was slipping a few inches, almost to the apex of her bush!

Anil: so Anita how does it feel? Is the saree holding tight?

(and he casually placed his fingers where her saree is tied to check)

My head is spinning… watching this.

Anita: Feels alright, Anil. No problems

Anil: hmm thats good to know

she was taking her own sweet time to close the lid and she stood lazily stretched... allowing Anil to caress her waistline some more. She then moved to close the next one. Her blouse goes up a bit revealing her bra.

Anil: Is your blouse getting too tight as you lift, Anita (again he coolly placed his hand below her bust line and slipped in a few fingers under her blouse. I was looking at this scene in daze.)

Anita: It’s fine Ravi. (giggling) Take your naughty fingers off.

Anil: May be, it’s fine for Kalpana, as she stares at your boobs

me: (broken from the spell) uh.. no no its fine. I have no issues (yet)

Anil: Thats great. It’s your turn now, Kalpana. You can work on the other aisle.

me: ok (He sure has Long and naughty fingers. Hope he stops those acts of his with Anita

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I walked over to the other aisle and took position as Anil shifted to the other corner towards me to watch me perform. Anita too moved in position to watch me and help me out if necessary. I looked up to find that the overhead bin right above me has a bulky luggage stashed and closing it won’t be easy. Anyway, I wanted to give it a try and reached fro the bin’ door and started pulling it down. Since I am slightly shorter than her... I had to stand on my tip toes to reach, which caused the waistline to drift further down. Anil, sitting right in front was unable to resist.


Anil: (placing his hand on my waist) Kalpana, no, that’s not easy

me: oh... (shocked ) why?

Anil: First you need to try and push the bag as far inside as you could.

Me: oh ok

Anil’s hand was still on my waist. I sighed a bit, and took my hands off the bin and looked at Anil’s hand on my waist tentatively. Then... gently push his hand off my waist, taking care not to look offensive.

As I did that, Anil took his hand off me smiling and gently patted my buttocks and asked me to carry on.

me: (more confused now at the gesture.. I paused momentarily) what did u do Anil?

Anil: what?

me: Just now Anil? Patting my behind. (to my irritation, Anita was giggling)

Anil: oh that’s just giving your encouragement, Kalpana

me: uh!! Ok (truth is I ‘felt’ Anil’s palm on my butt cheek more, due to the lack of panties. And it was MORE than just a pat, as his palm lingered a wee bit sizing me down there. He continued his lecture nevertheless.)

Anil: besides, what I did was nothing compared to what real customers do.

Ask Anita if you want. There are these drunken guys on the plane sometimes, they behave very rudely, and these ladies will have to put up with all that.

me: Ok (I gave Anita a sympathetic look. My heart went for her for a moment) I briefly forgot why I was protesting. I quickly pulled up the waistline of my saree as it dropped a full inch from my previous failed attempt to close the overhead bin.

but it again goes down as reached up for the bin. And as I stood with my arms raised, the blouse base gave way giving a peek view of the bra encased boobs.)

Since the simulator was simulating the real flight journey, right at that time, the "plane" tilted towards me, literally pressing my belly on Anil’s face that was the artificial turbulence. We both apologised hurriedly as I moved back.

(Turbulence, even before take off? Little was I aware of the buttons Anita was pushing from the far corner creating the ‘effect’)

I was struggling at that moment to stick the bag properly inside the bin as it was a bit oversized. I had to push and move it a lot, and every time I exerted force on it with my arms raised my boobs jiggled nicely, causing quite a show. My panty less butt cheeks was a grand view of jiggling pair. Too bad, Anil was sitting on the wrong side – for once.

My saree’s waist line dropped farther and farther as I bit my teeth and concentrated harder to position the damn luggage so I could shut the bin. I never thought that it would be so difficult, but then I was dealing with what looked like an impossible bag.

The very thought of the show that I was currently putting to the two of my eager spectators was causing a tremendous stir in my loins. Never in my life before has I stood in such a vulnerable position in front of a guy that too in such an attire.

The inevitable happened. Eventually my bush slowly came into view. I could literally feel Anil breathing down my lower abdomen all over!

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To add to the effect, we hit turbulence again, courtesy Anita. Causing Ravi’s moustache brush all over my navel and the surrounding area as he blew gently into the bull’s eye! I was gasping into the luggage rack above as I held the bag tighter and gasped. Ravi’s tongue swirled into my navel briefly before moving his face back. My hands tightened the grip on the bag and I shut my eyes and gritted my teeth as he did that.


Anil: Let me help you gain your balance Kalpana!

He was "helping" me by holding my waist. ( I gave up protesting this time, as I just wanted to shut the damn thing and move out of there. Not sure what got into me, but I don’t want to fail in this simple task and my inability was driving me crazy. I was trying harder to close the bin; It was not like the bag was too big for the bin or anything. It was just the right size and some extra effort was needed to close it. It was cleverly chosen for the exercise – especially for the stewardesses. )

Mean while Anita came to my rescue too, as Anil was holding my tender waist to give me support. She came behind me as I was trying to close the bin’s door for the fisth time and held me just below my armpit, brushing my boobs!

Anita: C’mon honey. That’s the way. Push. Push.

me: Aah.. It just wouldn’t shut. (I shrieked in sheer frustration - for the moment forgetting all about Anil’s caressing hands at my belly and Anita’s at my armpits and even worse, the top of my pubic hair peeking out over the saree! )

Anita: yes.. push it Kalpana.. its big. Sometimes we get these such nasty bags cleared which should only have been checked in.

Anita: we need to make all efforts before passing it to the front cabin

As she to me her arms at my armpits, now started caressing the sides of my breasts generously after her nimble fingers happily attacked my armpits for a few seconds and tickled me nicely. She continued talking as if nothing had happened while her long finger nails expertly tracked the contours of my breast from both sides, making me dance a bit even as I gritted my teeth. I could feel my juices beginning to flow down ‘there’ already.

Anil: Come on ladies. (Enjoying the feel of my belly as his hands were squarely on my curvy hips and he was not wasting any time and was gently kneading the soft flesh. His thumb was lingering ominously close to my navel.)

As his right hand started to slowly crawl up towards my I somehow managed to push the bag in and closed the overhead bin, but not before giving Anil a grand view of my midriff, and a bit of my trimmed pubic hair, all in close-up!)

Anil: you did really well for a first timer with that heavy bag, Kalpana

me: thanks for the help anyway, you too. (I pulled away from Anil and he reluctantly retracted his hands from me)

Anita: yeah, good job babe.

me: thanks Anita..

The sexually charged atmosphere was heating up the small cabin, despite the A/C.

Standing away I brought my fingers to adjust the waist line out of habit...and couldn’t find it in it’s usually place and looked down. I was HORRIFIED to find that it had dropped so low, even the tip of my pubic hairs were on display)

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Shocked, I pulled the saree up immediately. Only half hoping that if there was any chance that either of you had not seen it. The very thought made me sweat and I used my pallu and gently mopped my face, and in the corner of my eyes, I saw Anita and from her reaction, I instantly knew that she had seen it. I smiled at her stupidly. But it was also evident from her reaction that she loves every bit if what she sees in me. This excited me as much as the thought of what might have happened when Anil’s hand was crawling towards my boobs a few moments ago.


Anil: nice job ladies.

me: uh... thanks

Anil: now, the next test usually is to the seat belt verification and helping the first-time flyers with the process. Do you think you are on for it Kalpana?

me: ok ( I am getting the hang of it and wanted to see the whole thing through, besides Anita’s fingers caressing my boobs was still ringing in my head.)

Anil: So, this test is to see if you can help the passengers out in this attire. Who wants to go first?

me: ok, I shall ( surprising myself, I volunteered and inched closer to him).

Anil: You will have to hold this belt and pull the other, in case you aren’t familiar. (he said the instructions aloud.)

I noticed the unmistakable bulge as I leaned forward. My fingers brushed his crotch gently as I helped him buckle. My hands busied in buckling and my eyes concentrated hard on his bulge. My boobs brushed his face as I fumbled a bit.

Me: Oh, sorry (and smiled at him. He wasn’t complaining, of course. I realised that I was enjoying that little encounter and for the first time began wondering about what’s under his zipper.)

I heard the clicking sound and I retracted smiling like an air-hostess would (as graciously as I could)

Anil: Great: that’s how you do it. Nice job. You should apply for this position, Kalpana (He said it with an appreciative yet lusty smile. I could feel the longing in his eyes to kiss me right there. )

me: Oh, well. Not my cup of tea. It’s ok doing it once I suppose.

Anil: Doing what Kalpana? (he laughed and took his time too scan me from head to toe, as I realised the multiple meanings hidden in that sentence and bit my lips and smiled too).

I was feeling fantastic to know that he is turned on by looking at my body. This is Anil, who gets to see the most perfect of structures every day and yet what he saw in me turns him on. I felt elated and smiled to myself secretly.

Anita: Looks like I am going to lose my job. (she said that with a sweet smile)

Anil: No sweetie, you’ll never lose your job. Switch the controller to in-flight mode.

(turning to me) It just means Kalpana, we have taken off and we are flying now.

(back to Anita) Now, I am the very old passenger. As a part of the next test come and unbuckle the seat belt (he said it with an even lustier smile)

I stood back and watched her.

As she approached, the ‘seat-belt on’ lights lit up overhead.

Anil: Oh, that just means we might hit turbulence now.

Even before he finished and as Anita was bending forward, the turbulence stuck us.

It was making even the seasoned veteran like Anita loose balance and fall forward on Anil. She was fumbling with the seat-belt. (Why would you try to unbuckle a seat-belt especially in a turbulence situation?)

I went closer to her see how she is faring and placed my palm over her smooth back as I leaned over her.

(As I did that we had another wild jerk)

Me: Ooops!

Loosing balance, I groped her butt cheeks quite firmly... while holding the seat with my other hand. I could see that she was holding Anil’s rudder fully and squarely! As I saw what she was holding, my grip on her butts became tighter. Her mouth opened wider as my fingers shifted along her crack. Anita pushed forward and her face was pressed on Anil’s chest.

I made no attempt to move and my fingers traced her butt crevice with no pretexts now. Anita seemed to be enjoying every moment of it.

It was a nice feeling to slide my fingers up there in another lady’s butt crack, I discovered.

Finally turbulence subsided and every one somehow back on our feet. As she moved away her saree dropped so low, the apex of Anita's pussy was visible, with all indications that it might be shiny and glistening. The area just above, where her pubic hair should have been, was totally smooth, as can be seen from the cabin light glow. I looked at her, shocked a bit at how low the waistline of her saree dropped. She made no effort to cover that immediately.

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Anita: (in a tone of mock complaint) you guys really piled on me out there


Anil: well, it’s the turbulence baby. By the way, you need to think about wearing a push-up bra Anita. Not everyone is as blessed as Kalpana.

I blushed and turned away. As I did, I just noticed how I managed to push a sizable bunch of saree into her butt cleft, letting the shape of her butt show obscenely now. Suddenly, it reminded me of the way she pulled my panties off my butt cheeks in a cocky way at the dressing room, earlier.

With a naughty smile on my face... making sure that Anil watched, I quickly pulled her saree off her butt with my hand. She turned around a bit shocked. Uncharacteristically, she did look embarrassed. That ‘priceless’ look on her face made my heart fill with happiness.

Me: Returning the favour Anita...

She quickly smoothed her saree with a sort of stupid smile.

Anil was chuckling looking at me. I bit my tongue realising what I have just said, in my moment of triumph I gave away the fact that she did something similar to me.

Anil: (trying to sound professional in the midst of all the sensuality)

hmm, Ok. Next test is serving beverages and food this time Anita will go first, since Kalpana needs to watch.

me: ok.. (I stood back)

Anita, though smiling, was thinking of a ways to get even with me, as she walked away. She is all poise as she walked back with the trolley. She served an imaginary customer seated on the right side to Anil. Her smooth butt almost touched Anil’s face as she bent towards the seat to place the empty glass and pour the juice. Anil’s naughty fingers wasted no time and he momentarily ran them in her crevice.

Anita: (turning around with a smile)"ouch", Mr. Customer, better behave your self.

I watched the whole thing intently. She seemed to have done a fine job, despite the distractions from the customer. I wanted to beat her with my politeness and attitude, or at least equal her.

Anil: your turn Kalpana. You can serve the customer to my left

me: ok

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I pushed the trolley with the juice, and walked to the seat sticking a smile on my face (as she did) and bent forward, attempting to serve the customer. (the empty seat). I placed the empty glass on the tray and opened the juice carton to pour.


At that moment, Anita reached me with a devilish smile on her face and gently tickled my navel.... with a gotcha look, on her face. As she continued to tickle me she leaned forward, and her grinning face met mine as her fingers continued the torment.

I squealed in shock at first, but continued to pour the drink, clenching my teeth. I half expected it as she reached me, but it was quite unbearable as her thumb nail was drawing circles around my navel while her other four fingers tickled my lower abdomen in small movements.

I avoided her face and tried as best as I could to concentrate. Finally, as I finished pouring and got up, she took her hand off me and moved away towards the pantry still widely grinning at me, mischief written all over her face.

I was happy, having resisted that. I just heard Anil telling me to go ahead and serve the rest of the customers too in that row. I nodded and still with the same smile opened the tray in front of the middle seat. As I bent forward to do, Anil was enjoying the spectacular view of my constantly shifting butt cheeks beneath the saree.

Anita came back and stood behind me very quietly, with a cube of ice in her head, her face suppressing a giggle. Anil looked at what was in her hand and gave a thumbs-up sign with a wide grin on his face too. I bent forward to open the tray in front of the middle seat and stood back again to pour the juice. Standing straight, as I was pouring the juice into the glass, I felt something very cold hit my bare back inside my blouse!!

Anita pulled my blouse from behind and had dropped the ice-cube!

Me: Aaawwww!!

I shrieked, dropped the glass and shook the carton in utter shock, spilling the juice all over my blouse in the front. Most of the juice from the carton has now made its way to my boobs soaking my blouse and saree wet, at the front.

me: Hey! What did you do Anita?? (I turned, bringing both my hands to my back, tried to reach the ice-cube out of the damn blouse.)

Anita: (coolly) I was just being a customer, Kalpana. I have had someone do that to me once.

me: (my hands still at my back to trying to retrieve the ice) Oh really?, what did u do then? ( I was asking her while my own blouse was soaked with juice from front).

Anil: Oh, I just went on with my work. It was in midair, what can I do? A colleague of mine helped me take it out. Besides I didn’t create a mess like you and spill the juice all over my chest. Come, let me help you dear.

Still smiling, she held my shoulders and whirled me around and I faced Anil. She inserted her fingers inside my blouse and instead of immediately pulling the ice-cube out, moved it all over my bare back, making me squeal more and wiggle my body.

Cold juice has seeped through my bra and the contact of the cold fluid on my breasts has made my nipples instantly taut. Both my light brown nipples became very erect and hard. Since the blouse was wet, just at the right places and saree sticking to it, the shape of my breasts was clearly seen and a very prominent outline of my nipples was being cast.

My breasts jiggled a lot as Anita tickled me with that little ice-cube. Anil was looking at those pointed nipples with a great deal of interest. I felt like a hooker jiggling her breasts in front of a customer as I did that. My face became red as he licked and moistened his now dry lips. Despite the situation, the whole thing thrilled me, and knowing that his eyes were fixed on my boobs I shook them a bit more that I should have. His hand stroked his manhood over his pant and his eyes were fixed on my wet tits

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Anita: Hey, stand still Kalpana


The fingers from her hand that was holding my shoulder, crawled to brush the side of my boobs freely now. The ice- cube was finally out of the blouse as I jutted forward both my tits and arched my back as much as I could, thus creating a lot of room between the blouse and my back. I could feel Anil’s breath brushing my tummy. He was sporting a big hard-on now. It was quite evident. For her share, Anita got even with me and more. I am left with a very wet blouse and the A/C was not helping that.

Anita’s fingers generously brushed my pokey nipple as she slowly pulled her hand off me. It was clear that all 3 of us were horny at that very moment. I felt a bit disappointed as Anita took the ice-cube off me. My body was screaming now to have that ice-cube slid all over me. I was imagining all sorts of things Anita’s fingers would do to me, armed with that ice-cube. With some difficulty, I came back to my senses.

Me: Thanks Anita.

Anil: Oh,its ok. But Kalpana, you are all wet. See. Sorry about my little mischief. It caused more harm than intended. (She said sweetly. she wanted to get even with me but got even + 2 instead.)

I was quite a sight with the wet blouse and saree clinging on to me.

Anil: Anita, you must have a change of clothes here, don’t u?

Anita takes added interest in me as seeing /feeling up /playing with those massive melons of mine were always on her list.

Anita: Unfortunately, no Anil. They just cleaned this up yesterday and didn’t fill in the clothes cabinet

I looked at them both worried, as I am now one step closer to reality.

Anil: It’s not good to stay like this soaked to your skin in an A/C environment Kalpana. Besides, there are still some tests left in the first class section, too.

me: (in utter disbelief) what? I am all stained and wet Anil and you’re worried about your tests?

Anil: No Kalpana, I am concerned about you. That’s why I am saying this. Anita, please help her out with an alternate clothing of some kind. We can’t go out now like this as you can see for yourself (pointing at me). While we wait here, I suggested that we carry on with the tests in the first class.

Anita: Kalpana, I think we might have some blankets large enough to cover those. ( she trailed off the sentence, which made it more horny)

Anil: That might just work (his hard on is just getting harder)

Anita: yes. You can use that for a saree Kalpana.

me: What? I am alright as it is.

Anil: oh no, don’t even think of it Kalpana. The A/C will certainly cause fever and the likes. We don’t want you to have a bad experience in our cabin

me: well... I .. no.. its. just that ( I fished for words but none came out.)

Anil: Its alright Kalpana, just use this blanket. Your health is more important.

me: well.. I am not sure (I had no intentions to shed my blouse when I started from home this morning).

Anita disappears for a moment and she is back with a sheer blanket and thrusts it in my hands.

me: What? I am not comfortable changing here. (looking more uncertain at the two of them)

Anil: come on Kalpana, we want u to experience the first class cabin

Me: well. Can I not just go home? I think I have had enough?

Anil: If you want, Kalpana, but it would be disappointing. You are the brainchild of these designs and you are the anchor behind the tests we are conducting today. So it would be empty without you, besides, it’s quite expensive to run this simulator, so we can’t come back again. It is certainly worth knowing your opinions. Just stay with Anita for some more time and give it a try. I assure you, if you have never flown first class, it’s a whole new world out there in the next section. Believe me! We can do role switches too and you can be the customer too for sometime if you want. Its fun, surely.

I scratched my head and thought it through. It’s only for a few minutes and it’s once in a life time, so why not? I thought.

Me: Ok. I'll do

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Anil: Great, That’s the spirit Kalpana. Why don’t take you change into the blanket?


me: well.. can’t I change somewhere a bit more private than here?

Anita: sure, there is the pantry there. I will come with u

me: ok..

I half wanted her not to come, thinking what she did to me in the other changing room but the other half of my mind wanted more of it and expected the session eagerly.

Anil: anil: come back soon ladies, the last time you went to the changing room, it took forever.

me: ok. (I followed Anita)

We reached the pantry. It’s just a narrow space with some curtains. Just as we entered, I heard Anil calling for Anita. She excused and left for a moment.

Outside, out of my ears reach.

Anil (in a hushed tone): Make sure you bring back her bra to me baby, I need to get a proper preview of what is in store. (Grins devilishly).

An already charged up Anita readily agrees, as she is always for mischief and challenge

Anita comes back to the pantry. I stood there looking at various stuff standing in wet saree not even noticing her entry.

Anita: time to strip, honey

me: (tearing my eyes & thoughts away from the coffee maker / sterilzer etc) er.. what? (Taken by surprise at that)

Anita was humming cheerily as she approached me.

Anil: yeah, change. Anil is waiting outside.

me: ok... but where is the blanket? I thought you went outside to bring me that.

Anita: Oh, its fine dear, I need to take your clothes off to dry them at the air vent of the A/C. It will all be dry before our session. You don’t want to go back in the cab like this right? I shall bring the blanket soon. I am sorry I forgot all about it ( while I am still thinking only about those melons of yours)

As she spoke... she placed her soft fingers on my shoulders and gently pulled my pallu off me.

Anita: there .there.. Stay still w. we are done

Me: Uh.. OK (genuinely touched by her care, wondering what kind of blanket she will bring)

Anita: (cooed softly) turn around will you... (She expertly unwrapped the sticky saree off me.. though this was not in the plan, I let her unwrap it, as I felt very relieved get the sticky material off me.)

Anita: we are nearly done there..

As I watched, she gently pulled the pleats off my hip and tugged the saree with some force off my hip from the petticoat, as it slipped away from me completely.

I just remembered that the petticoat is rather flimsy and is not the one I wore this morning at home. She slowly collected and sort of bunched the wet saree.

As she slowly pulled the last bits of my saree tucked inside my petticoat at my hip with one hand, she giggled and suddenly poked my fleshy deep yummy navel with her long index finger.

I yelped and screamed at her sudden jab.

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Anita: sorry. I just can’t resist. You’re so good down here honey.


Anil just heard my shriek from outside and from the gap in the curtain he could see to his delight Anita's fingers drilling my tummy hole, and she is well working her way as

I was already standing without my saree. He rubbed his hands together and waited in eager anticipation.

Anil: Everything ok in there, ladies?

Taken off balance by that, I leaned back on the table and held it with both my hands, thus allowing her more time to play with my navel. I now have come to accept the idea, that I didn’t resist much to her naughty fingers tickling me any more!

But, just whispered amidst my continued giggles.. ‘Don’t Anita.’

Anita: well, then just finger me, make it even

Even as I thought about her proposition, she switched her gentle tickle to her hand holding the saree and seamlessly shifted her right hand to the base of my wet blouse and started unhooking it.

The offer only sounded fair to me and I advanced my hand to feel up her hip.

Me: Oh you are so soft,

I was feeling her smooth tummy and while my fingers found her navel she unhooked the rest of the hooks from my blouse.

Anil: thanks. I shall take you to the beauty parlour that I visit soon. That’s the secret of my smooth skin. (She winked at me). Its called the Vivek’s Boutique.

She found the key to keep me in trance and giggle as she didn’t stop fingering my belly while her other hand casually peeled my blouse off my shoulders.

Anil was watching this show now stroking his erect shaft with more vigor.

Anita: Turn now will you Kalpana? Let’s stop this for a moment.

Me: Oh, Vivek's? I have heard of them. ( I said turning, allowing her to pull my blouse off me fully)

Anita: Oh dear. See it’s fully wet. Nice that it’s off you now, here... wipe yourself dry now..

As I stood facing away from her, she reached over me and pulled a small hand towel off the shelf and gave it to me.

Me: Thanks Anita.

As both my hands were busy wiping my wet cleavage she deftly unhooked my bra!

Anita: Here... I will help you, while you're at it, do it properly Kalpana.

The sly devil that she is.!! She picked up another towel and quickly inserted though the gap under the bra to access my left boob, while I still reeled in shock trying to comprehend what’s happening.

Anil gets a glimpse of my melon in flesh through the curtain gap.

Anita: see? It’s all wet. You’re wet right down to your skin honey, besides mango juice makes u feel sticky. Isn’t it? Why don’t I take this off you and help you out with some hot water so you can wipe your chest off it while you are here inside? You will feel immensely better.

I nodded dumbfounded. In fact, she was right; I was feeling awful with the sticky feeling over my chest. So I instantly agreed to the plan.

Anita: Here, let me take that for you.

Letting me stand... to face away from her, giving me a false sense of modesty.. Her hands wasted no time in pulling my bra cups off my boobs in one jiffy! She inserted her thumb under the base and yanked it off swiftly and collected it off my wrists.

Anita was getting wet down there too, no panties as well. (Unable to control her excitement she remarked)

Anita: but of course mine are a lot smaller. I wanted to do that to you right from the moment I saw you dear.(the bra is in her hand now)

Me: What? What are you saying Anita? (I turned cupping my melons with my hands.)

Anita: Oh my ... you look lovely. Just how I imagined.

With that she suddenly tickled my navel and poked at my hips leading me to bring my hands down to defend and show her my melons.

Anil punched the air and hissed silently and hissed silently as he got a poor view of my naked huge melons juggling as she continued to tickle me for a few more seconds, ‘yes! That’s my girl, strip the homely bitch!’ The moment she stopped my hands went back to cover my tits.

Anita: Just one more thing I wanted to check honey while I can. Are you clean here?

(with all my clothes tightly tucked on one hand...she held my left elbow and pulled my left hand covering my left boob free and lifted it in the mid air... fully.. with quite some force exposing my left arm pit )

Anita: oh . you are not shaved.(she laughed loudly.. ) This will be done to you by default at Vivek’s honey.

me: hey ...shhh.. I hushed her... as she said it so loudly that Anil could have heard it easily.

Anita: and by the way your tities are so nice. (Releasing my hand and before I could cover back... she gave my left boob a quick squeeze) I shrieked and my face went pink red in shame.

Anil: what's happening there ladies? Why so long?

me: oh.. Nothing.. Almost done.

Anita now wickedly tickled my navel.

Me: No... Pleaassee don't.

I dropped my hands covering my exposed tits to stop her hands from tickling me more and exactly at that moment Anil opened the curtain, acting annoyed at the delay to anita's delight and my never ending plight)

Anil: well, er, sorry. Wow. (he mumbled, not taking his eyes off my boobs even for second )

But my facial expression was sheer horror. He mumbled but he didn't make any attempt to step out and still stood there.

I stood there frozen too staring at Anil with both my tits out fully exposed, still holding Anita's hand. Anita was looking back and forth between me and Anil.

Suddenly coming back to senses, I left her hands and quickly covered my boobs.

As I did that, Anil sighed and was about to turn to leave, but Anita decided to go for the kill.

Anita: Anil! One minute.

Anil: Yes Anita. (He was all smiles, he seemed to be glad to use any excuse to stay there longer.)

Anita: I just found out that Kalpana here doesn’t have a regular habit of shaving her hair, unlike me or the rest of us that work here. I can show you if you want. (giggling)

I utterly cannot believe what I just heard!

Me: Anita!! Stop. Stop it please. (I realised that it started out as a command, but turned out more of pleading. I am in no position to command.)

As I was busy hushing her up, I just heard Anil say.

Anil: Kalpana, trust me, hers is just totally smooth.

I was half expecting that she is going to raise my hand again, and was securing my defences. I was concentrating so much on trying to predict what Anita would do next that I even nodded at Anil at his statement. I couldn’t even think of asking him to leave.

As I was leaning on the table facing Anita, she brought her left hand around me, just like hugging me, leaving me totally confused as to what she is up to. Anil seemed equally intrigued by the proceedings as I am. He even stepped a bit closer to my annoyance. She then pulled me forward a bit making me stand upright, slightly away from the table.

Succeeding in distracting me sufficiently, she held both her hands on my naked shoulders.

Anita: Now, stand still ok honey?

Me: Anita, don’t please... stop it.

My predicament reminded me of the goat that was about to be slaughtered. It looks at the butcher indifferently as it has gone past the stage of protesting and has resigned to its fate. Similar to that, I was expecting that it’s simply a matter of time before Anita lifts my hands up to display my arm pit to Anil.

But contrary to my expectation, her hands slid smoothly and quickly across my shoulders and to my hips and stayed there briefly. I suddenly had a reckoning of what she is up to, but it was already too late!

Oh yes, and Anil was all primed for the view, as he positioned himself in a better angle, as her naughty fingers easily undid my petticoat.

Anita: See, this is what I was telling you Anil. See.

Her face was beaming with pride as though she was a proud artist; unveiling his art in an exhibition.

Me: Noooooooo! (I could only manage a shriek, as my hands were busy clutching my naked tits. I clumsily shifted position, using one hand to cover my tits and brought my other hand to try and hold on to my loosened petticoat. I couldn’t do justice in covering both my tits with just one hand, so I pulled them together and used my hand to cover it across, hoping to cover as much as I could. My right nipple was exposed, showing how stiff and erect it was, before I covered it with my thumb, pressing on it. It only made it more erotic and obscene. I couldn’t care much as I was concentrating on the slipping petticoat now.

She giggled loudly. (And thought to her self, now that’s for trying to embarrass me out there in the cabin)

Anita: Look at the bush on display here.

With that she poked my fleshy hips on both sides as I was leaning forward to hold the petticoat in position. Just as she expected, I yelped in response with a ‘Please Noooo Anita’ and as she continued to poke my hips and tickle me I let go of the petticoat fully, but held it in between my thighs from falling and used my free hand to push her hand away, but my one hand was proving to be no match for her 2 hands. She continued her naughty giggle and held my hand with her hand and used her free hand to tickle and poke me more.

She continued her merciless tickling and lowered her hand from my hip to my now well exposed pubic area. My petticoat was hanging precariously from my grip in between my thighs. Her hand gripped my pubic hair and she gave a playful tug amidst her giggles. I hadn’t expected this, one bit and jumped in surprise, thus loosening the grip at my thigh. The petticoat faithfully followed the laws of gravity. I gave up on it and at that point, all I wanted was to escape her hands and nothing else. I stepped out of the petticoat and ran out of the pantry pushing Anil out of my way.

Obviously, neither Anil nor Anita was in a hurry to catch me as there is not a single bit of cloth one me and not a lot of places to hide there in the cockpit or to cover myself with.

Anita: (smiling wickedly at Anil) Here are all her clothes, down to her last bit. Did I deliver what I promised?

Anil: yes baby. More than what I had asked for (toying at my bra cups)

As I ran out, I just found the big curtain separating the first and economy class and took refuge behind it. I just heard footsteps walking towards me.

Anita came closer to the curtain and called me in a low voice. I stood shaking behind the screen peeked my head out just. Anil was no where to be seen.

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Me: (in a trembling voice) What? What did you do that for? That was nasty Anita.


Anita: Kalpana, so sorry for all that.

I am trembling and so vulnerable to take any offence at that point. I remained mute.

Anita: I said sorry babe. Anyway, here is your petticoat back

I grabbed the petticoat from her stretching my hand out. I disappeared behind the curtain and wore it back quickly. Just when I was nearly done, she opened the curtain and smiled at me widely.

Anita: Now here is the blanket.

Opening the curtain wider, she came towards me with the new blanket. She herself opened it and wrapped it around my shoulder. It was covering my boobs fully to my relief and cam down a couple of inches below that. Not a lot, but I was content with the modesty it offered, but I was very concerned to go out with that out fit. It would do very well to stay here behind the curtain, no way, I could come in front of Anil with this white flimsy petticoat, I thought. Enough is enough.

Anita: what are you thinking Kalpana? Come, Lets go to the first class compartment.

Me: If you don’t mind, I shall wait here. I don’t want to come out dressed like this. (Pointing out at the petticoat and the blanket)

Anita: Tell you what Kalpana, if you are that concerned about the flimsy petticoat, then you can wear my saree. That would make you feel much better. OK? Besides, I would like to do this to you as a favour and good will, for causing all the trouble to you just now.

I was touched, hearing that from her. Before I could answer any further, she swiftly removed her saree and handed it to me. I took it from her without words, and thanked her with my eyes as I quickly wore it, dropping the blanket on the floor.

I secured the pallu over my tits and tucked it in my hip. As I just bent to pick the blanket to cover my shoulder, Anita bent down to pick it up.

Anita: Do you mind if I use this one now Kalpana? now that you have a saree?

(That was the most sincere mock request ever).

Me: Oh ok then. (I just couldn’t refuse that).

Anita: Ok, come-on, let’s go to the first class cabin now. Anil should be waiting there.

As she touched my naked shoulders and nudged me out, I felt like electricity pass through me.

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Me: Do I look ok in this? ( I whispered at Anita as we approached).


She winked at me and said ‘Just right Kalpana’. Anil just spotted me too. Before I could turn my face away from him in shame, he remarked.

Anil: you look great. You have a very ethnic look Kalpana.

Anita: How about me? I don’t look too trashy without a saree, do I?

Anil: No, You are gorgeous too Anita.

me: (I blushed further.. but cheered up a bit) You’re being nice. Thanks

I gingerly kept pulling the pallu this way and that, too conscious.

Anil: we are ready now, let’s got to the front set of seats, now. Ladies first.

I quietly followed Anita, and my eyes fixed on her naked bums jiggling freely beneath her petticoat. Anil followed me eyeing at my swaying butt cheeks, rewinding in his mind my naked butt cheeks he just saw a few minutes ago.

Anil (trying to sound professional) First class is all about service. You won’t get those rude customers like in economy, but you get people who pay a lot. So they expect nothing but the best service. The seats here fold into beds, if needed.

They get the best meals, drinks and pretty much whatever they ask for.

Momentarily forgetting my state of (un)dress I listened. As he spoke Anita was dutifully drying my saree and blouse on the A/C vents, as she knows what to do only too well. Anil was not even making an effort too look at my melons, showing true professionalism as he explained.

Anil sat on one of the nice cosy seats.

Anil: So, Kalpana, Why don’t you be my fellow passenger? Come, sit here. (he pointed to the seat to his right.)

I nodded and sat on the chair. It was indeed a lot bigger, cosier and comfortable than the seats at Economy.

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Anita approached us with an even friendlier smile and gently placed her hand on Anil’s shoulder and leaned closer to his face and asked him very courteously, ‘What can I do for you sir? You seem a bit tired; would you like to try one of our finest wine selections?’ She wore the blanket quite casually on her and it was not covering most of her chest. Her perky medium sized, but extremely well shaped bosoms inside her blouse were on display as she bent forward to enquire.


Anil: Oh sure, honey. Bring me a red please. My friend here is tired too, so I am sure she will appreciate the red wine too, so get an additional glass.

‘Sure sir, in a minute’. Before I could protest, Anita disappeared and re-appeared with a bottle of wine and 2 glasses and started pouring.

The two seats that we were seated was the middle row and there was an aisle on each side. She handed the filled in glass to Anil and he took it with a smile. She walked around the other aisle and stood beside me and still with the same smile, started pouring a glass for me.

Me: (I sat forward). No. Anita, I am fine. I don’t need a wine or anything.

Anil: (Casually placing his hand on my thigh) its ok Kalpana. Here, all you will get are the finest. This wine costs at least a few thousand rupees outside, I am sure. so, one should enjoy and try the finer tastes of life when one gets an opportunity. (and with that his hand now tapped my thigh, and he smiled).

Me: but, I am not into all this. No, I am sorry.

Anita was not listening and she poured a generous portion. As I was looking at Anita, I was not aware of my left boob, partly exposed from the side and Anil was enjoying the sight of it. The pallu was not offering the greatest of protections, but at least it was not totally, transparent.

While I was still protesting, seeing what Anil was gazing at, suddenly Anita said.

Anita: Hold on the glass one moment Kalpana, will you? ( I took it from her, confused a bit).

She took the blanket off her and wrapped it over my shoulders.

Anita: I think I am Ok dear, but I think you’re offering him a free show of your secrets. So here you go.

Suddenly realising what she meant I cringed in shame for the nth time that evening.

Me: (with an embarrassed face.) Thanks Anita.

Anil: I couldn’t turn down what came in view Kalpana. Let me adjust the blanket from here.

As she adjusted the blanket on my right side, Anil’s hand form my thigh crept up and he adjusted it from the left side, and while he did that, his fingers caressed the base of my bare boobs. I sighed, and nearly about the same time Anita’s fingers brushed and poked my other boob. I shivered and jerked a bit. They both quickly removed their hands off me, but it was an unbelievable sensation – my boobs being touched by two strangers at the same time, in the pretext of adjusting a blanket.

I nevertheless, thanked them both. My mind still lingering with the thoughts of those fingers brushing the underside of my breasts. When I leaned back, I was indeed feeling better with the blanket on.

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I realised that I was still having the wine in my hand.


Anil: Go on, Kalpana. Take a sip. You could have it more only if you like it.

Me: Ok. ( I took a sip and it was indeed a good taste. Something that my palette has not encountered before and I wanted to try some more. I took another sip.)

Anil: There you go. I know you’d like it definitely. Finish it then. Yeah?

I smiled and continued to sip. When I tasted it, Anita appeared with 2 trays of hot food.

Anil: A good wine should always be accompanied by a good food. Let’s eat.

The smell of the food was so good, only then did I realise how hungry I was. I took the food from Anita without any questions. We had the food with some initial chit chat from Anil until Anita switched on a latest released regional movie, which I was planning to watch anyway. So I was more than happy to watch the movie and enjoy the meal with that fantastic wine supplement. The taste of which seems to be getting better by the sip.

The meal was going on for a little while, and Anita was judiciously going through her air-hostess routine, offering us refills. In fact, before I could finish the meal, I had 2 more refills of the wine. I realised that I was talking louder than usual and my head was feeling somewhat heavy, but nice. Anita left the glasses with us and took the trays away from us with that trademark infectious smile. When I smiled back at her, she touched my shoulder gently, just as she did with Anil and said.

Anil: I hope the meal was nice, Just enjoy the movie, I shall bring another refill for you, and then perhaps some coffee.

I thought of saying No, as I had already started feeling the effect of it, but it was too nice to say no to and besides it would be good to watch the rest of the movie with that.

While I was busy watching the movie sipping the 3rd glass, Anita had dimmed the cabin light a lot more shut the windows to create the ambience.

The semi-darkness was giving a great effect. Anita was standing right behind me. After a few more minutes, she leaned forward closer to me.

Anita: Now, just relax madam, and be a bit more comfortable (and she reclined my seat far back.)

Me: Thank you.


I was nearly lying down as the seat has reclined to a bed. It was good arrangement, that there was a TV hanging from the ceiling and we could see the movie still. Anil, beside me, has reclined back too, but not that far. His was still a seat and if he turned, he could see me lying down completely. My feet now rested on the seat / bed now fully and I realised that I was completely lying down, but it felt good.

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Just as I thought a couple of pillows would be good, Anita magically appeared with two soft pillows. She then gently lifted my head and placed the pillows underneath and took away the empty glass from me.



After a few minutes, the wine was having a profound effect on me. I was having trouble opening my eyes, especially after laying down. I was thinking of getting back up as I found my eyelids are forcing their way to shut my eyes up.


Just at that moment, I felt Anita’s soft hands on my forehead.


Anita: I think you would feel heavenly with a nice massage now. What do you think?


She disappeared and came back with a bottle of lotion in her hand. She started pressing my forehead gently, yet firmly. Her fingers were slightly oily and the fragrance was other worldly. I closed my eyes fully and gave in to the sensation as her hands moved to the nape of my neck. I found myself breathing deeper as she kept massaging me. I thought to myself, ‘God! That’s heavenly. I am having the best day of my life.’ Her fingers were working on my cheek and chin expertly. I felt some movement in the adjacent seat.


At about the same time, Anita took my blanket off my shoulders, gently. Her hands were kneading my shoulders now and it’s just the thin pallu preventing me from being top-less. I just heard a shuffle at the adjacent seat. I opened my eyes a slit to find that Anil has turned towards me now and fully enjoying what he was seeing. He was looking at my boobs rising and falling smoothly underneath my pallu.


Instead of getting annoyed, I quite liked being watched by Anil at that stage. I pretended to not notice him watching me and I closed my eyes back. I realised that as Anita’s hands were pressing my shoulders in a circular motion, with each advancing circle her fingers were advancing closer to my nipples and her left hand was expertly pushing my pallu inwards making it narrower during each turn.


I sighed louder and opened my eyes a bit again, and this time Anil was watching me with his mouth open and eager to see my boobs popping out. Even as he watched Anita’s hand has deftly pushed my pallu all the way to gently expose my left boobs partially while her right hand was working on my right elbow and on its way to my wrist. Her next circular stroke pushed my pallu far enough to expose my nipples. Just as it came in view, I could see Anil’s eyes nearly popped out of its sockets.

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He mumbled ‘The best I’ve seen so far.’ I heard that and felt thrilled about the whole situation. Normally, I wouldn’t have allowed such a thing to happen even in my dreams, but I suppose the wine and the aroma oil and the whole new settings have lulled my defences. Besides, I was getting carried away with the whole thing and the presence of another woman has helped bringing my guards down easier.



The cabin lights were bright enough to show every detail of what was exposed, but not too bright to make me outright uncomfortable. Leaving my left boob exposed, Anita took my right hand with both her hands, and raised it over my head and started massaging it with both her hands. I closed my eyes back and relaxed myself as she massaged my fingers. As my right hand was raised above my head, my right breast came into view also, in all its glory. The pallu was flowing across my boobs, just like a stream would in a valley formed between the mountains.


She soon raised my left hand over my head too, leaving my right hand and leaned forward to massage my triceps. ‘You are so soft here Kalpana, amazing.’ She cooed in my ears as she continued.


Her fingers travelled all the way from my elbow to my arm pits back and forth, massaging my hands with varying pressure, each causing a unique sensation. She could rival any professional masseur.


After a few strokes, she pressed my palms together against her crotch as she leaned forward reaching lower and lower all the way to the sides of my now very exposed breasts. I was enjoying each advancing stroke while my fingers were arrested between the pillow and her thighs.


In between strokes, I let my hands travel over her and held her at her thighs on both sides, in a classic position, letting my hands wander from her mid thighs to all the way up to her naked hip and back.


Anita: That’s it Honey. Nice. (and she has placed my hands on her hips nicely and firmly, indicating me to be free with my explorations too.)


Each advancing stroke from Anita now included visits to the sides of my boobs and just that little flick to my rock-hard nipples. Just at that point, despite the aromatic oil I could smell the wine in my breath, and I was feeling something warm was filling my deep navel. I opened my eyes again to find that Anil was already leaning forward slurping his tongue, with his wine glass in his hand. As I looked down, he started tasting the wine off my navel.


To my own surprise, my navel must have been holding a lot of wine, or he must have licked too slowly, as it took a while before I could feel his tongue, lapping the base of my navel. He was licking it clean as I could feel his hot tongue cleaning every bit of the insides of my navel. It was so nice to feel his hot tongue swirl all over my navel and I started to moan slightly. Just at the same time Anita’s fingers caught hold of both my nipples and she started tweaking them like radio buttons.