I was proud and willful and all of my bravado was nothing but words in the wind. I acted rebellious and heroic because that was the way I thought I wa... supposed to act. Inside I knew that it was just an act. It was nothing I believed in. In fact, I suddenly realized, I had not worn the sheet because I was shy or attempting to protect my innocence--I had worn it because I had been afraid to be myself! The real me had thrilled at the idea of walking naked from my cabin to the galley with dozens. I sat down beside her andintroduced myself. Her name was Alison and she was about 5' 10, shoulderlength black hair and green eyes and the most gogeous legs I have ever seen. Shelooked absolutely stunning in her uniform and we soon got chatting. Shehad been a stewardess for three years and loved the life. She told meabout some of the fun she had got upto during the flights and I knew thenthat we would definately have some fun on this flight. I knew I wanted herand I think she knew it too,. That’s what I was for. The dress was open, and my hands found her breasts, filled themselves with her flesh, squeezing her, feeling her softness. She moaned softly in pleasure and let her head fall back against me. She stared down at my hands on her naked breasts, looking from one to the other. I felt her start to reach instinctively behind her for my cock.?Don’t touch me.? I said again, squeezing her breasts for emphasis. ?Remember what I said. I don’t want you to touch me.?I wanted her to. At 6:30, he closed the door and rode the elevator up to the upper level.Back in the driver's seat, he keyed the microphone to the PA system, "Welcome aboard Big Mutha Truckers six thirty to Chicago. There is a restroom and a vending machine next to the elevator. Emergency stairs and exit is to the rear. Please remain in your seats while the truck is in motion. Have a nice trip."He pulled out onto the avenue and past the barricaded entrance to the Lincoln Tunnel, flooded by a terrorist bomb.