7 Hours Earlier...(Femdom Branch)

You jolt awake. The plane hit some turbulence and threw you against the window, not hard, but hard enough to leave a bruise.

"You alright there snore-machine." A soft voice says, laughing. "I was wondering when you were going to wake up. You fell asleep as soon as we took off. You snore and drool a lot. It's not a pretty sight. I'm glad I brought my noise-cancelling headphones." You wipe the drool off your face and raise your head.
The speaker is a woman, roughly your own age sitting in the aisle seat. She has green eyes, and dirty blond hair in a rough pixie-cut. She's wearing heavy-looking boots, and loose-fitting khaki trousers, with a brown tank-top. The tank-top makes it quite obvious that she's not wearing a bra. She's quite busty, C-cup breasts at the very least, possibly D-cups. She isn't wearing any makeup, but oddly, it works for her, highlighting her natural beauty, and the light dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks. She's reading a book and hasn't noticed you staring.

"I...erm...sorry about the snoring." You say, flustered. "I'm Jacob."
"Leah." She replies, not looking up from her book.

After seven hours asleep, you really need to piss, so you stand up, shuffle past Leah, and make your way to the toilet at the rear of the plane. The plane is not big. It's only a small passenger jet, with enough space for about 50 passengers. There's just one toilet. It's occupied. You rap furiously on the door. "Occupied." Came a female voice in reply. Four minutes later, and it was still occupied. You're getting now. You knock again, harder this time. "You'll have to hold it." The voice replies. Five minutes later, you're busting and can't take any more, you start yanking on the door. Sixty seconds later, it opens, revealing a beautiful pale woman in her mid-twenties. She has long, dark hair which frames her face, and is clutching a small bag. That's about all you notice as you push past her to get to the loo.

You see her again as you're making your way back to your seat, she's only two rows behind you, but on the other side of the plane. Now that you get a good look at her, you can see she's very attractive. Long, brown hair, brilliant blue eyes, dark red lipstick, and faint purple eyeshadow, perfect eyeliner and plucked eyebrows. She's wearing an elegant purple blouse with a light grey pencil-skirt, and sheer black stockings that go all the way down to a pair of black pumps. She's slender, with B-cup breasts and long violet nail-extensions. She notices you staring.
"Problem?" She asks, with an air of superiority, as if no problem of yours could possibly worth her time.
"No." You reply curtly, returning to your seat. It's dawned on you by now that this woman was not using the toilet, she was straightening up her makeup. That bitch almost made you piss yourself, because she was doing her makeup.

You slump down in your seat with a huff. Leah looks up from her book and follows your gaze.
"Oh, her." She says knowingly. "Yeah, I don't like her much either. Entitled rich bitch, comes from money. Never contributes anything to the world, just takes, and only likes people for what they can do for her. I hate people like her."
"Do you know her name?" You ask, trying to sound innocent, despite the fact that the front of your pants are getting uncomfortably tight. Something of your true intentions must have shown in your voice, however, because Leah smirked.
"It's Alexandra...something or another. I don't care. I make it a point to actively avoid people like her."

For the next few hours, the flight is fairly uneventful. You chat a bit more with Leah, sneak discreet looks at Alexandra and wave off the flight attendant for the sixth time.
"You know she's into you, right. That's why she keeps coming over." Leah said casually.
"Nonsense." You reply hurriedly. "She's just doing her job. Seeing if I need anything. Serving the passengers."
"Yeah, but she's come over here about three times more often than anywhere else. I'm telling you, she likes you. She's into you." Leah said.
"Maybe she's into YOU." You reply, without thinking. Leah looks over at the flight attendant, looks her up and down, and just says. "Hm. I could do worse."
You sputter. "A...are you...y'know?"
"Do we bat for the same team? Is that what you're asking?" Leah smirked again, enjoying seeing you flounder. "I'm bisexual." She added.
The flight attendant makes her way over again.
"Can I get you anything?" She asks sweetly.

You take a good look at the flight attendant yourself now. She's tall, slim, has Asian heritage and soft, elfin features. You estimate that she's probably in her late 40's but she looks two decades younger. She doesn't look a day over 28. Her B-cup breasts are straining her tight blouse, and her long legs seem to go on for miles.
"Can I get you anything?" She repeats. Before you can respond, Leah answers for you.
"Yeah, my friend here would like your phone number, but he's too polite to ask. He finds you very attractive."
You are furious with Leah. By now, you've already learned she has a dry sense of humour, and you'd enjoyed some good-natured ribbing, but this was too far, embarrassing you like that. To your astonishment however, the flight attendant smiled. Her almond eyes sparkling.
"I'm Jade." She says, handing you a card with her phone number on it. "Make sure you call me sometime."

At that moment, the plane rocked violently and the pilot's voice came over the PA.
"Sorry folks, we've got a bit of mechanical trouble here. Don't worry, it's under control, but we're not going to be able to make our destination. We're going to make an emergency landing on the nearest island. It's a small nation-state called Naruda. I've never heard of it, but they they have a large airport there, and that's what we need."

The seatbelt sign flashed on, and Jade bustled away to perform her duties. You fasten your seatbelt as the plain begins a slow, controlled descent. Within minutes your view of the azure ocean out the window gives way to a view of a beautiful island full of palm trees and white sand beaches. Leah looks at you and simply says "I can think of worse places to be stranded."

Everyone cheered when the plane touches down. You stand up along with everyone else, to collect your luggage from the overhead locker. You retrieve Leah's too, because that's just the kind of guy you are, and you join the crowd heading out of the plane. Jade blows you a kiss as you pass. You're not sure what to make of that. It takes a few minutes before you notice that the pert little ass you're following out of the plane, belongs to Alexandra. You stare at her ass all the way down the steps, across the scorching tarmac and into the large terminal with silver lettering saying WELCOME TO NARUDA.