MILE HIGH CLUB_(2)
For about the twentieth time, I looked down the aisle to see why we were not departing. To my surprise, coming down the aisle towards me, was an attractive dark haired woman. Behind her I noticed the hostess closing the front door. I though she looked Brazilian, dark hair, olive complexion and wearing a dark blue dress that was buttoned right down the front. The dress was fitting at the top, where it was stitched in patterns with light blue cotton; highlighting her breasts, and then flaring out over her hips, down to her ankles. I had just spent a few days in Milan on company business, and had boarded a British Airways flight for London, departing Milan at 7:50 p.m. The flight was not that full, so I asked for a row of seats …