" Grab that and take it with you", I directed. She did as she was told, holding the box as if it might be filled with poisonous snakes. I then took he... through the doors into the back area of the store and into my small office. I pointed to a chair next to my desk and told her to sit.She squirmed uncomfortably as I pulled out several forms in silence. I set the paperwork on the desk then began rewinding back through some of the tapes. After a while I turned the monitor to where she could see. We’re just passing an altitude of one mile above sea level.” And the intercom clicked off.Marta looked at me and giggled. Melisa came over to us, bearing a tray with two glasses of champagne. “Compliments of the flight crew, Mr. Gainsborough!” We each took a glass, thanked her, then clinked and took a sip.But we both held each other’s eyes, and quickly put our glasses down in the cup holders, stood up, and made our way to the plane’s only restroom.Not daring to look at the others, Marta opened. She's not hot, but she's not ugly. Not a BBW. But has more weight than she should. A solid 6 or 7. Totally fine with me.I stare into her eyes and I can see she's into me. 5 min after starting the conversation, her hand is resting on my thigh. 5 more min, she is running her hand on my beard and she's telling me how hot I am. And she kisses me.Then she says, "I think I'm going to fuck you. Can I fuck you?" Sure"We walk back to my hotel. Stopping and kissing along the way. We get a few dirty looks. " Make sure she gives you your tip!" I admonished."I shall, lord!" She grinned and swayed off.Sylvie came to collect and it seemed to me that she took her time, the bitch. What Chet saw in her I couldn't fathom. She was all business to anyone I ever saw her deal with -- and snippy, at that, sometimes!I headed outside -- and I was WAY over my limit! As I came around the corner where the waitresses tended to cluster at the kitchen door, I tripped over something invisible and barely recovered..