Flirt with the stewardess

"Do you have any milk?" John asked as he noticed the middle two buttons of her shirt were undone, letting most of her 36E cup cleavage spill out, and judging from how they fell in her shirt John could see that she also wasn't wearing a bra.

"Sorry, I actually drank the last bottle on the flight before this one." She apologizes. "I know I shouldn't drink the customers' supply but I just can't get enough cream." She wink knowingly at John.

"EEEEPP!" Grace squeaked with surprise upon noticing the stewardess's exposed flesh. "Miss, you shirt is open." She whispered behind her hand.

"Oh this, yes I'm sorry." She grabbed either side of her shirt and pulled together, pushing her breast together and amplifying her cleavage in the process. "It shrunk in the wash, and I sneezed not to long ago and POW!" She released her gripped and thrust her chest out, boobs swaying and clapping together loudly and rebounding off each other. Grace was mortified at the stewardess's carefree attitude and casual demeanor about her breasts.

"Lighten up Grace, it's just a body. No need to torment miss..." John started.

"Candi" She reached her hand over Grace and as it shook with John's one of her breasts juggled free.

"Woops." John said seeing this and he reached for her heavy breast and gently put it back in her shirt, giving it a pat after the job was done. "There we are."

"Thanks" Candi purred.

"I should have guessed that a girl as sweet looking as you would be called Candi." John said.

"I taste even sweeter than I look." She winked.

"Anyways as I was saying Grace, there's no need to torment miss Candi here simply because you are jealous of her huge tits."

"I'm not- that not what- I didn't mean to-" Grace stuttered.

"Thank you John." Candi said giving Grace a mean look. "If you decide you need anything, all you have to do is ask." And with that she returned to the front of the plane.