She's assigned to first class...by herself. But at least it's a relatively empty flight.

Julia Soares didn't love working first class; being rich enough to afford it often meant you were a jerk, and Julia ended up much preferring the working class folk she met in the cheaper sections. That's where she usually worked, and where she was scheduled to work on this flight as well. But there was apparently a few sudden call-outs earlier in the day, so first class it was, and all by herself. Luckily, there was only one passenger in first class, so it should be an easy flight. Except...

Julia recognized the man immediately; after locking eyes with him in the concourse, it took her a few minutes to calm down, even briefly considering touching herself in the bathroom before take-off, but she knew she was on the clock and could get in trouble. And she refused to deal with that, not on the last flight before her vacation! She wasn't sure why a single look into his eyes set her off like that, but she resolved to avoid eye contact as much as possible during the flight, just to be safe.

Soon enough the flight was on its way to Brazil. Upon reaching cruising altitude, Julia made her way to the lone passenger aboard the flight. With such a light workload ahead of her, she knew she wasn't in a place where she should still want things to be easier, but she still hoped the lone man under her care wouldn't turn out to be a problem passenger.

"Hello sir, can I interest you in any food or beverages? We offer a wide array of meals and wines for purchase during the flight!" Julia said with her best customer service voice.

"Oh, I think some water will do for now, thank you." said the man. His voice seemed to vibrate through Julia's whole being for a moment, and she felt a familiar quiver in her crotch from earlier. She hurried through pouring the man a glass of water as quickly as she could; it wasn't the best customer service, but she needed to get out of there, and fast.

"Here you go, sir" Julia said, "Let me know if you need anything else!"

As she turned away from the man, he called out to her. "Actually, there is one thing I was hoping for." As he spoke, Julia felt herself squirm in response. "Y-yes, sir, what can I help you with?" she asked, hoping it would be a simple request.

"Forgive me if this seems rather rude," said the man, as he typed on his keyboard, "but I couldn't help but notice that wonderful bit of lingerie you have underneath your uniform. Do you think you could roll your blouse back a bit so I could see it, and keep it that way for the remainder of the flight?"

~Everything that ■■■■■ requests from Julia Soares is reasonable. It may not be something she usually does, but for him it is perfectly natural to go along with what he asks for.~

"Of course, sir!" Julia took her covered breasts out from behind her blouse, which was barely covering her up anyway. She knew she would never do this for another passenger, and in fact would likely report the man for harassment or pass them on to one of her male coworkers. But for some reason, there was nothing wrong with showing off her assets right now. As she felt herself grow warmer from exposing herself, she gently rolled the sides of her blouse underneath her breasts, to ensure they wouldn't accidentally be covered up again.

"Wow...those are absolutely lovely..." cooed the man, arousing Julia even further. Between the man's voice and her exhibitionist tendencies, she could barely stammer out a reply. "Th-thank you, sir." She mewed out, **** to move away before she did something hasty. "Did you need anything else?" Out of habit, Julia looked at the mans face. She realized her mistake too late as the man locked eyes with her again, causing her legs to nearly buckle underneath herself.

The man smiled. "No, that will be everything for now, thank you."

Julia didn't even reply to the man as she hurried to the front of the plane again.