Gabriella Vitale

I was flying out to Los Angeles for a visit with my father when a very pretty flight attendant sat down next to me.  Because it was late at night, everyone else in first class was watching a movie or sleeping.  No one paid any attention as she leaned over and whispered into my ear.  "Hi!" she said while staring down at my crossed legs.  "Can I do anything nice for you?" Before answering, I watched her eyes devour the bare thigh flesh I was showing off to anyone who wanted to look.
  In this case, it was the nicely built younger woman I'd noticed earlier.