Nadine - The Passenger

Nadine moved through the cabin with the effortless grace of someone who was entirely aware of how much attention she commanded. Her uniform was impeccably neat—the crisp white blouse clung to her chest, the top two buttons undone while the third was missing entirely, leaving an open gap that exposed a scandalous amount of bronzed cleavage. The tight fabric strained against her enormous breasts, threatening to burst at any moment, the lace of her bra peeking through the gaps between the straining buttons. A neat, dark blue scarf was tied around her neck, drawing attention to the deep line of cleavage below, while the airline’s insignia gleamed on her chest like a badge of honor. The short navy skirt hugged her hips, emphasizing the smooth curve of her waist and the shapely length of her legs. Even with her incredible figure, Nadine carried herself with an air of polished professionalism—her hair tied up in a perfect bun, gloves immaculately white, every inch of her look meticulously curated.

Nadine moved through the cabin with the practiced grace of someone who knew exactly how much space she occupied. Her hips swayed with each step, drawing every pair of eyes in her wake, and her massive chest bounced slightly with the motion, stretching her light blue blouse to its limits. The passengers couldn’t help but stare, their gazes lingering on her body as she moved past them with a confident, unhurried pace.

As a woman stood to let the man beside her head for the restroom, Nadine deftly maneuvered into the narrow aisle, her voluptuous figure barely squeezing between the seats. Despite the passengers’ efforts to make space, the inevitability of her curves made contact unavoidable.

Her wide hips brushed against the man’s crotch, and he jolted in his seat, his face flushing deep red as her firm, rounded rear pressed into him. His breath hitched, his body reacting immediately to the soft pressure. His hands gripped the armrests tightly, his knuckles whitening as he stifled a low grunt. The heat spread quickly through him, and before he could contain himself, a hot spurt of cum filled his boxers, his eyes darting around in panic as he tried to mask his reaction.

At the same moment, Nadine’s enormous breasts pressed firmly against the flat-chested woman next to him, the sheer weight of her bust sinking into the other woman’s chest. The woman blushed deeply, her face going crimson as she felt the heavy softness pressing against her body, forcing her to turn her head away in flustered embarrassment. She couldn’t bring herself to look at Nadine, her thin frame dwarfed by the contact.

Nadine, meanwhile, remained completely unfazed, the casual nature of these encounters a normal part of her day. She smiled politely at the passengers, aware of the effect her body had on them but fully in control of the situation.

Further down the aisle, Dean, a young accountant in his late twenties, watched the entire scene unfold with a rising sense of arousal. His eyes had been glued to Nadine since the moment she entered the cabin. The way her hips swayed with each step, the subtle jiggle of her enormous breasts beneath her straining blouse—it was all too much for him to handle. The light blue fabric barely contained her, and he could see the lace outline of her bra peeking through the gaps between the buttons, teasing him with every movement.

Dean’s gaze lingered on the dark blue scarf tied loosely around her neck, which only served to accentuate the deep, plunging neckline of her blouse. The third button had already popped off, leaving a wide expanse of bronzed cleavage exposed, the soft skin of her chest gleaming under the cabin lights. Every time she bent over or leaned forward, he caught tantalizing glimpses of lace, the underwire of her bra clearly visible through the tight fabric.

**** to get closer, Dean found any excuse to call her over. He ordered extra drinks, asked pointless questions about the flight, all just to have her lean in again and let him soak in the view.

“Excuse me, miss,” he said, his voice cracking slightly as Nadine approached. She bent toward him, her massive breasts hanging heavily, the top two buttons of her blouse undone, exposing an obscene amount of cleavage. The fabric clung tightly to her chest, barely keeping her contained, while her breasts swayed slightly with her movement. “Could you tell me the altitude we’re currently flying at?”

Nadine smiled down at him, her expression calm and collected. She was used to these kinds of questions—both the real ones and the ones asked purely to get her closer. “We’re cruising at thirty-five thousand feet, sir,” she said smoothly, her voice professional yet warm. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, and Dean could see the faint outline of her nipples pressing against the fabric of her bra.

Dean nodded absently, his eyes glued to her chest. “Thank you, Nadine,” he murmured, his voice distant, as if the words were coming out on autopilot. His mind was consumed by the sight of her breasts, his imagination running wild with what might happen if that last button gave way.

As the flight neared its end, Dean’s nerves began to spike. He knew he had to speak to Nadine again before disembarking. His body buzzed with a mix of excitement and anxiety as he approached her near the exit, his hands trembling slightly.

“Miss... Nadine,” he began, his voice low and hesitant, his eyes flicking nervously between her chest and the other passengers still gathering their things. “I just wanted to say... you’ve been such a pleasure during this flight.” His eyes dropped back to her cleavage, his gaze locked on the deep valley between her breasts.

Nadine smiled warmly, though she could tell where his attention was focused. “Thank you, sir. I’m glad to hear you enjoyed yourself,” she replied smoothly, the corners of her lips curling slightly as she shifted her weight, causing her breasts to sway gently beneath her blouse.

Dean swallowed hard, the words barely able to escape his throat. “I... I’ve never seen anyone like you before. You’re just... incredible,” he stammered, his eyes wide with admiration. “I have to know... what’s your bra size?”

Nadine chuckled softly, clearly used to this question. Her tone was casual, as though he’d asked her something mundane. “36KK,” she replied easily, leaning in just a little more, her breasts brushing against his arm as she adjusted her stance.

Dean felt his knees go weak as the reality of her words hit him. His cock twitched in his pants, and before he knew it, a hot spurt of cum shot into his boxers. His breath caught in his throat, and his legs trembled as he muttered, “Urgh... mmm... that’s... incredible.”

Nadine, unfazed by his reaction, gave him a knowing smile. “I’m glad you think so,” she said, her voice playful yet professional, completely in control of the situation.

Still trembling from the unexpected orgasm, Dean found himself blurting out, “Can I... touch?”

Nadine shrugged lightly, a casual smile playing on her lips as she leaned in closer, offering her chest to him. “Sure,” she said, her voice easy and accommodating, as if this were just another routine request. “Go ahead.”

Dean’s hands shook as he reached out, his fingers trembling as they hovered over her chest for a moment. Then, gently, he cupped her massive breasts in his palms, feeling their weight, the soft warmth radiating through the fabric. His fingers brushed over the lace of her bra, the underwire pressing lightly against his palms as he squeezed gently, overwhelmed by the sensation of her softness beneath his hands.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse as he tried to contain his excitement.

Nadine smiled again, her expression calm and patient. “Glad I could help,” she said, pulling back slightly as he reluctantly let go.

Dean, still flushed with arousal, looked at her with wide, hopeful eyes. “Can I have something to remember you by?”

With a playful smile, Nadine reached into her bag, pulling out a slightly crumpled bra from her laundry. “Here,” she said, handing it over with a wink. “Something to keep you company.”

Dean took the bra with shaky hands, feeling the rough lace and the worn fabric between his fingers. The scent of her skin and perfume still clung to it, and his heart pounded in his chest as he whispered, “Thank you, Nadine.”

Nadine nodded, gesturing toward the exit as passengers began filing out. “Safe travels, sir,” she said lightly. “Hope to see you again.”

As Dean walked down the jet bridge, clutching Nadine’s bra in his hand, he couldn’t believe what had just happened. His head was swimming with the memory of her soft breasts in his hands, the warmth of her body lingering in his mind.

Nadine, meanwhile, turned back to her duties with the same calm professionalism she had shown throughout the flight. It was just another day on the job for her—one of many encounters she’d had as a flight attendant in Mammopolis. She watched the passengers leave, a small, satisfied smile on her lips as she returned to work, knowing full well the impact she left behind.