A few weeks later

"I heard you finally let her go?", Megan's chirpy voice came from behind as she served me a bottle of water. Looking away from the control panel of the cockpit for a moment, I turned around to take the drink and face the ravishing flight attendant. Her piercing blue eyes laid on me, a little smirk showing on her face. Her shoulder length blonde hair was tied in a neat bun, and her beige uniform only helped to enhance her beauty.

"And how do you even know that? As far as I know, I haven't told anyone at the company", I retorted.

"You should really check your socials more often, your ex has already started posting pictures with a new man", Megan answered with a chuckle.

"I'd rather not then", I smiled back. Why did Megan even follow Julia I preferred not to ask.

"Anyway, it means that you're single again now, right?", Megan smirked. Glancing at my co-pilot gently snoring besides me, she licked her red lips and said seductively, "Let me know if you're feeling a little lonely, I'd be happy to help." With that, she turned around and left the cockpit, leaving a visible bulge in the tight trousers of my pilot's uniform. That little cocktease, I thought as I relaxed in my seat, leaving the auto-pilot feature on for a while longer.

Megan was one of the few real friends I had in this tough industry. We had joined our airline company around the same time 2 years ago, and had quickly become close, both being from the same country. Coupled to the fact that she was on nearly 50% of my flights, due to a recent change in policy aiming to promote team building and camaraderie within the company, it meant that we spent a lot of time together. Obviously, we shared a lot of stuff between us, which is how she knew of Julia in the first place.

From the get-go, I could feel that she held an interest in me, even though I knew she was far from a virgin — she was never ashamed to share stories of her numerous flings with me, and boy did she have a few. But since I was already in a relationship, we never went further than some verbal, playful teasing like earlier. We both knew that there was a line which was not meant to be crossed, and we both held strong out of respect for our friendship.

Had I ever wondered what Megan looked like under her uniform or how good she was in bed? Of course. There was no reason not to admit it anymore. And now that the imaginary line I had traced between us for Julia's sake was gone, I couldn't wait to see what would come next between the beautiful stewardess and I.