Chicago quickly disappeared below; the grid of street lamps merged with the glow of city blocks against the background of the deep blackness of a still lake. We climbed, gaining altitude in our first flight across the Atlantic to England, at Christmas 1992.

She sat motionless beside me; hands with whitened joints squeezed metal armrests. We drank a little while waiting at the airport, and she had just asked to bring another glass to the steward in a white and blue, slightly crumpled uniform. However, quite nice. Maybe if she drinks properly, she will still carry this flight. I competed with her in the amount of drunk ... In the end, we were free and went on vacation.

" How are you?"

“Not very bad. And you have?"

“Everything is fine with me. You know, I like to fly. ”

" I hate you".

Of course she didn't think so. Eight years of friendship can not be interrupted due to a small claustrophobia. But I decided to be a little more careful in conversations. Time dragged on even more slowly.

Three hours later; almost halfway to england. I finally got bored alone, and a rumpled steward with a shock of brown hair and senseless calf eyes — a typical native of the Middle West — increasingly attracted my attention. To distract ourselves somehow, we complained to each other about our respectable ex-boyfriends; for talking about the joys of sex, we missed another pair of glasses - and became terribly excited. The fact that one of us was “bi” and the other did not mind trying it, only added to our distress. We got to the point of despair, because we began to show off all the unusual places where we had sex, and all the countless men with whom it did.

“Hey, would you like to join the High Mile Club?

" With whom? With a pimply steward? ”

" Why not?".

We were surrounded by hordes of British families: small children rushed one after the other near the places of their parents. Everyone hurried home for Christmas. Not a single lonely man in the foreseeable space.

"Hey baby, I have an idea."

“Well, yes, I remember your last idea. We could easily go to jail. And those two guys weren't worth it. ”

“This idea is much, much better. Just think of the unfortunate, lonely pilots in the cabin. They must be so sick of flying on autopilot through miles and miles of the desert ocean. I bet: they are now sitting and dreaming of two naked twenty-year-old students who are ready to fulfill any of their desires. "

"And you intend to fulfill their fantasies, right?"

“Well, maybe not all fantasies. They probably need to keep their hands on the steering wheels. But we could have a small ... presentation. I'm inviting you".

"You ... What ...?"

" I invite you".

"We are no longer children."

" That's it".

For a while we reflected. After discussing some approximate details, the idea seemed much more attractive. A great way to dispel boredom, dispel our little grief, and finally forget the two idiots we left in Chicago. In the end, we were alone again. No connections, no responsibilities. And this flight could be a damn fun adventure.

" You first".

" No you".

"Then together?"

"Nothing happens."

***

Damn flight. As always, the first two hours are screaming children; as soon as they calmed down, a drunk guy from the first class began to complain that he could not sleep, and that the alcohol was weak and that the service was lousy. It took two blankets, three pillows, and my own Playboy room to shut up. Why do people think that the life of a steward is solid celebration and entertainment? The flight to Hawaii is not happy, if literally in half an hour you turn around and fly to Kansas City.

The only bright spot was a pair of babies in the thirtieth aisle. I could swear that a dark-haired woman resembling a Spaniard winked at me when I passed by for the last time.Hey, yes they call me!

***

“Don't worry, Rina, I'll do it.”

"Thank you, Miki, I'm defeated."

"Don't speak too loud."

" He's very funny".

***

Ha, I seem to have received an advertisement. Well, let's see what they need. Probably just a pillow.

***

"Hello, dear."

“Hi, ma'am. What can I do for you?"

“Oh, what a refined courtesy. You see, my friend, she always dreamed of becoming a pilot, and she really wanted to look at the cockpit. Now it seems to be quiet, and we thought, maybe this is the right time? ”

"Mmm ... Well, I'm not quite sure that the captain will agree, ma'am."

“But you could ask, couldn’t you?”

“Perhaps. Just wait a minute. ”

***

Tony, of course, didn’t mind too much, the flight was so calm and quiet. With this news, I returned to them. And then the real miracles began.

***

"What is your name, captain?"

“I am Tony, miss. My co-pilot is Christopher, and this is Mike, your steward. ”

"You must have a hefty boredom here ..."

"Well, we have to check the devices quite often - about every twenty minutes."

The blonde looked at the Spanish girl and asked:

"Do you think twenty minutes will be enough?"

She answered:

“Completely. Check your equipment, gentlemen, ”and quietly, without a trace of embarrassment, began to unbutton a shirt. “Now, gentlemen, we would like you to judge our little bet, if you don't mind, of course. My girlfriend and I argued: which of us performs the best striptease? We would like to demonstrate this to you so that you can be our judges - with your permission, of course. ”

None of us were going to object, that's for sure. The blonde pushed me slightly so that I stood at the door. Then she leaned against the wall and also began to look at the show.

The Spaniards had long wavy black hair, almost to the waist, lying loosely on their shoulders. She was wearing something like a black sweater with laces; she already unzipped it, and slightly moved it, showing a smooth tanned shoulder. Below she wore a short white T-shirt on the straps and a long loose black skirt.

"Well, guys, what's next - T-shirt or skirt?"

“Hey, no advice was negotiated!”

" OK OK".

She slipped out of her skirt, leaving a pool of black fabric on the floor of the cabin. Now her creamy brown legs were completely exposed, from black strings of panty to tall black shoes, fitting the middle of the calf. She lifted her right leg and gently placed her on Christopher’s lap.

"Can you help me with the laces, captain?"

"He is the co-pilot," Tony quickly put in. - "Captain - me."

“That's great, captain. You will help me with another boot. ”

Chris quickly loosened his shoe and took it off, stroking his calf and bending his foot. Trembling slightly, she removed her leg, and placed the other on Tony's lap. He pulled time, sliding his hands up from the middle of his calf, until she shook her head.

“Not good, captain. You have a wedding ring on your finger. ”

"We are divorced."

" Are you sure?"

She crossed her arms in front of her, grabbed the end of a white T-shirt, and pulled it over her head, messing up her hair. She must have loved black because her tight bra was also black to match her panties. The bra looked a bit small for her big breasts, which bulged out well visible dark nipples.

"Mike!"

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Will you help me with the clasp?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

It seems to me that my fingers were trembling a little and were as cold as ice, because she groaned when I touched her from behind. Fiddling with the clasps, I was finally able to unzip them. I didn’t have enough confidence to stroke her the way the captain did; but I could smell it ...