Who's the master now?

With no other choice, I leaned over her and placed my panties on the window seat next to her. She gave me little room for this task, which caused my breasts to lightly brush against the top of the blanket that had been covering her. When I stood up I asked, “I hope this meets with your approval.” Noticing the peaks of her nipples poking at the material of the blanket. 
“Yes, it does.” She wallowed. “Blue, how clever of you to match your panties with your uniform.”
“Is there anything else I can get you?”
“Yes, one other thing. I want to make sure you know the flight instruction speech. I want you to do the routine as we taxi.”
Another odd request from this woman. Was this an erotic form of flirting? I wasn’t sure, since I have never had a woman flirt with me before. This was all very peculiar and new to me, yet for some reason, the entire scenario was turning me on extraordinarily. Here I was, walking around this plane in my short uniform skirt with no panties on and the only one who knew besides me was this glamorous yet eccentric woman. And now she wanted me to stand in front of other passengers and put on a show. Though it was only the flight safety routine, I couldn’t keep the fact out of my mind that I was not wearing any panties. It made me feel self-conscious and yet excited all at the same time. If I had been wearing panties, they would have been getting wet. 

I advised my co-worker of Ms. Price’s request for me to do the safety instructions. She gave me an “okay” with a confused look on her face. She didn’t have a clue of what was going on and I was too embarrassed to tell her, yet I shrugged to her as if I didn’t know either. The plane slowly backed from the gate and I began my speech. As I had thought, the other two passengers in first class were oblivious to my situation. Through my routine, I had ignored the lustful stares of the businessmen and addressed my instructions to Ms. Price. She sat comfortably in her seat with her brown eyes stalking me. Her eyes were so direct that I could feel them roaming over my body. My pulse quickened and I felt by breathing deepen. I was so lost in the fascination of her gaze that I didn’t know what words were coming out of my mouth. Luckily, I had repeated this speech so many times that it had become second nature to me. Who did this woman think she was, I thought. Why was she so captivated by me? Has she done this same thing to other flight attendants? I wasn’t sure if I should even ask any of my co-workers about it since they might notice that this whole scene was turning me on. This was turning me on! A woman, a beautiful woman seducing me and toying with me was sexually exciting me. What was I thinking? 

The eight-hour flight had begun and I had no idea what I was in for. As soon as the plane was cruising at a safe altitude, Ms. Price’s call light came on again just as I was getting the drink cart prepared. 
“Your woman is calling you.” The other attendant informed me.
I glanced at her suspiciously, wondering if she knew what was going on. Then I realized that she meant that Ms. Price had her call light on. I rushed over to her seat ready to accommodate her wishes and excited with the curiosity of her next request. 
“Ms. Price, how may I help you?” I questioned her. When I got to the seat, I noticed that she still had my panties neatly laid out on the seat next to her. They were in clear view for anyone who happened to walk by. My eyes fixed on them as I spoke to her.
She smiled seductively, “You want them back, don’t you.”

I didn’t say a word, yet shifted my focus to her sultry brown eyes.
“You haven’t found a second pair of panties to replace them with, have you? That would make me quite angry.”
“No, ma’am, I haven’t.”
“Susan, I thought I told you not to call me ma’am. I despise that phrase.”
“Oh…I am so sorry, Ms. Price.” I stumbled.
“You know that you’ll need to redeem yourself for that.”
“Whatever you’d like.” I exclaimed, meaning every word. 
She smiled approvingly. “Prove that you haven’t slipped on another pair of panties.”
My excitement intensified. “How shall I prove it to you?”
She took the pillow from behind her head and threw it into the row of seats next to her. The pillow bounced off of the window and dropped to the floor. “Oops,” she teased. “Could you get that pillow for me, Susan?”

I understood her game. I turned and leaned over the adjacent row of seats, hoping my skirt lifted up enough to give her a good look, and picked up the pillow from the floor. When I returned to her direction, I smiled politely, “Did that meet with your approval?” and handed her the pillow.
She grinned coyly. “Yes, it did. I approve very much.” Then she winked at me. “But I don’t think this pillow will do since it has fallen on the floor. Please retrieve another from overhead.”
Unsure of what to expect next, I reached up and opened the stow compartment above her head. As I rummaged around her belongings, digging for a pillow, I felt her soft hand touching my knee. She gently slid her hand over my naked knee and up my inner thigh. I froze from her touch, not knowing how to feel about it, yet taking my time in finding the pillow. I became completely aware of my excitement and how quickly she was causing it to grow. Odd how it was so much more thrilling, this flirtation, coming from a woman rather than a man. My curiosity on how far she would actually go with her touch triggered my desire to stand there for as long as I could. 

Her hand stopped half way up my thigh before she spoke. “Having a problem finding a pillow, Susan?”
Every time she said my name, a tingle surged through my body. I quickly grabbed the pillow that I had my sights on for the past 10 seconds and came down from my high. “No problem, Ms. Price. Here’s your pillow.”
“Thank you, Susan. That will be all,” I began to walk away when I heard her voice again, “for now.”
I went back to my work and began pushing the drink cart down the isle, starting with the businessmen. They both asked for mixed drinks and flirted and joked with me as I made them up. They were handsome enough, yet I couldn’t keep my thoughts off Ms. Price. I frequently glanced in her direction to discover her peering at me. She sat there, watching every move I made. I tried to be blasé about the fact and act as if I hadn’t a clue of her persistence, but I was so stimulated by her obsessive attraction toward me. When I reached Ms. Price with the drink cart, she made an attempt to ignore me, turning her head toward the window.
“Can I freshen your drink for you?” I asked, a bit frustrated.

“Yes.” She responded without turning her head. “Those men up front, they seem to be attracted to you.” She started as I fixed her drink. “Do you think they are handsome?”
“I hadn’t really thought about it.” I responded.
“What have you been thinking about?”
I glanced toward my panties that lie next to her and gently bit my bottom lip. When my eyes met hers, she had a wicked grin across her lips. “Does it excite you? Serving drinks to such handsome men knowing that you are naked underneath your skirt?”
“Maybe.” I responded, my eyes twinkling at her. I placed the drink in front of her then licked the drop of liquor that spilled on my finger as I was slightly leaning over her. “There you are. Three olives, exactly as you like.”
“No, I didn’t want any olives this time.” She shot at me.
“Oh…I’m sorry.” I ceased the flirtation. “I’ll fix you a new one.”
“No,” she demanded. “Take the olives out of this one.”

Not sure if this was a part of her game, I leaned over and slipped two fingers into her drink, pulling out the toothpick of olives. Just then, she grasped my wrist and brought my hand to her lips. Seductively, she pulled one of the olives off the toothpick with her teeth. Then, before I could pull my hand away, her tongue swirled around the remaining two olives before pulling them into her mouth with her lips. 
“Thank you, Susan. That will be all.” She spoke, releasing me to do my job.
I went about serving the other passengers with my mind preoccupied. Visions of Ms. Price rolling those olives around with her tongue haunted my thoughts. She had such a hold on me and she knew it. It was an unusual feeling, an erotic feeling. I went about doing my job in a complete fog, lost inside my expectations of what she might wish next. 

After the drinks were finished being served, another attendant came behind me serving the dinners. Then, yet another attendant went along, about a half hour later and picked up the finished trays of food and drinks. By the time I sat down for my break, over two hours has gone by without another incident with Ms. Price. I began to wonder if her games with me were over. I was shocked that I was spending so much energy on hoping she would call for me again and wondering what she would expect of me this time. I sat in anticipation as most of the passengers relaxed into their seats for the remainder of the flight, hoping to see her call light come on. I couldn’t sit still so I picked up a magazine and began thumbing through it. My lack of concentration kept me from browsing through the magazine very long. From my seat in the front of the plane, I got up and glanced down the isle at first class. I had to see what she was doing. Though, when I looked in her direction, she was not visible to me. Unable to contain my curiosity, I strolled down the isle as if checking on the passengers. When I reached Ms. Price, I saw that she had her seat reclined all the way back. Her eyes were closed and her entire arms were hidden under the blanket. Glancing at the seat next to her, I noticed that my panties were no longer there. I stood there for a moment wondering what she had done with them when the call light toward the front came on. It was the businessmen. Just as I was about to attend to them, Ms. Price’s eyes fluttered open. Our eyes met momentarily before I left to respond to the men in front.
She did not say a word to me, yet I had disturbed her from her sleep. I wondered if I was to be expected to make that up to her. I was almost glad that I had disturbed her, for I was beginning to look forward to the excitement of atonement for my actions. These thoughts filled my head as I strolled up the isle, also wondering if she was watching me now. I wanted to look back to check, but I didn’t dare.