I developed some significant movement in my pants over the Yeti Airlines flight attendant from Kathmandu to Bharatpur. I’ve always had a thing for flight attendants. Ever since I took a Singapore Airlines flight in my early-teens they have been something of a fantasy woman for me. Around the age of 12 or 13 a boy is caught between two worlds; the maternal care of his mother, and the raging hormones beginning to bubble up inside his ballsack. The flight attendant is the women who is most able to exist in both these worlds. She is caring and attentive, and also super-hot. Especially the Singapore Airlines flight attendants, who are always extraordinary. Not Qantas flight attendants though. Qantas’s non-discriminatory hiring policies means that their flight attendants are mostly old and ugly (and frequently male!); making them not to my sexual taste. However, Singapore seem to have a policy that insists on all their hostesses being both Han and hot. While this may be a highly unethical policy in this supposedly enlightened age, I don’t have a problem with it at all. Unfortunately, due to the shortness of the flight and the professional attitude of the Yeti Airlines flight attendant, I didn’t get an opportunity to act on my impulses. This will have to wait until I am home alone in my bedroom.
It does not get any better than this.
