This is Not What it Looks Like

You placed the flimsy tray from your in-flight meal on the tray of the empty seat next to you and folded your own tray up into the seat back, providing you with a little extra room so that you might be able to sleep for a while. You closed your eyes, indulging in a little fantasy where the two stunning flight attendants take you aside as you depart, telling you that they have the night off in Prague, and would you like to join them at their hotel? Just as you began to reach the good part, however, the flight attendant’s intercom announcement caused you to sigh, then step out into the aisle.

‘Ladies and gentlemen, this is a passenger announcement. There is no cause for alarm, but if there is a doctor on board today, please make your way to the front of the aircraft?’

You rubbed your eyes with the heels of your hands and walked carefully between the seats toward the cockpit. There were only a handful of passengers, if there is some kind of medical emergency they are pretty lucky to have a surgeon like you on board.

You paused at the heavy blue curtain separating the main cabin from the front section and called out. ‘Hello? You called for a doctor?’

A voice from the other side, the Eastern European accent of the flight attendant who had flirted with you when you boarded, beckoned you to step through the curtain. She was particularly beautiful; dark hair, stunning eyes, toned with large breasts. Even more beautiful than the blonde attendant, who was a little taller and curvier.

You were taken aback at the sight which awaited you – both flight attendants stood in the cramped space, both naked except for their hats, neck scarves and shoes. Their wrists were bound behind their backs with handcuffs. You honestly found yourself at a loss for words.

‘Okay, thanks for coming to help,’ said the dark haired one as if this is all perfectly normal. ‘The captain has been taken ill, could you take a look?’

You hold on to your questions for a moment, squeezing between the two girls to enter the cockpit. You can’t help but enjoy the sensation of their naked breasts pressed against you as you pass. The captain is slumped in his seat, ****, but with his cock erect and poking up out of his uniform. He was breathing steadily, heart rate a little slow but okay.

You turn back to the two women. ‘Okay, I have a question: Are we on autopilot? Where is the co-pilot? Why is the captain’s dick out? Why are you handcuffed? Why are you naked? How did you use the intercom without your hands?’

They looked at each other, and the blonde tried to explain. ‘Yes, we are on autopilot. The co-pilot went into the hold with our clothes and the handcuff key and we don’t know where he is now. While the passengers eat or sleep we normally, er, do a little bit of roleplay. Today’s roleplay was that the co-pilot was a hijacker who **** us to strip, handcuffed us, and made us pleasure the captain. But then the captain passed out. That answers most of your questions. The intercom? That is harder to explain, we would have to show you.’

The brunette spoke up. ‘We need to get these handcuffs off so we can find the co-pilot and our clothes. Look at them, they are not tight, perhaps you can slip them off with some kind of lubricant?’ Both girls turned away from you and bent over, holding their wrists up above their beautiful, toned asses. ‘What do you think?’ asked the blonde. ‘Can you help us?’