Chapter 1: Nice way to fly

Calista ran from the taxi through the concourse straight to the check in desk waving her first class ticket. She had already missed the last call announcement. With no baggage to check in she was fortunately through in no time and told to hurry up and follow the lady with the yellow Samsonite vanity box that she would be sitting with to the first class lounge, as the plane was about to leave.

Calista caught up with her fellow first class passenger and looked from side to side as she went through the first class lounge in the hope of finding a toilet.

“Is there a toilet here? I’m busting, this bad weather has made my taxi so late.” Said Calista to her fellow passenger.

“Tell me about it, I’m dying for a pee, I thought I was going to do it in the taxi, I prefer to wait until I’m on the plane. There is a loo over there but we haven’t got time. I don’t usually bother anyway. The stewardess is beckoning us along, we’ll have to go when we’re on the plane. I’m Tamara by the way.” Said Tamara moving her heavy vanity box to her other hand.

“I’m Calista.” Said Calista as the stewardess ushered the two women through the plane door to their adjacent seats at the front of the plane.

As the door slammed shut the pilot revved up the engines and commenced taxiing the plane. The stewardess stowed Tamara’s vanity box and buckled up Tamara’s seat belt before buckling up Calista.

“I need to use the toilet.” Protested Calista as the stewardess drew her attention to the fasten seatbelt light before sitting down in her own seat and buckling up.

“You’ll have to wait until we are airborne and the seatbelt light is extinguished.” Said the stewardess. The plane taxied to the runway and took off.

As the plane climbed the captain announced. “Unfortunately today the weather is a bit bumpy so I expect that the seatbelt lights will stay on for most of the flight. We are currently climbing to our cruising altitude and will top out at about thirty one thousand feet. I have taken a look at the weather map and should be able to avoid the worst of the storms but this will increase our journey time slightly. I will expect to touch down in Nice at about fifteen forty five local time, European time now is fourteen thirty one. I hope you enjoy your flight with us today. Your chief stewardess today in standard and club class is Mandy and Lucy will be able to assist in first class”.

“Tamara, do you think they will turn the seat belt light off soon, I’m really busting now. Are you alright?” Said Calista in a very agitated voice.

“I don’t think that the light will be going off for some time yet, but I’m alright. I’ve been now.” Said Tamara with a cheeky grin.

“But you haven’t left your seat! How can you have been?” Asked Calista naively.

“I just did a little bit in the seat. I told you that I would go on the plane.” Said Tamara, her grin now getting cheekier. “I’ve just done enough to relieve the pressure, I’ll do a bit more later on. It’s no big deal, look.”

Tamara moved her knees apart and pulled back the skirt of her black Versace mini dress revealing her bare fanny so that Calista could see the now wet seat between Tamara’s legs. Tamara let loose a spurt of pee that jetted between her legs, creating a small pool which quickly soaked into the seat.

Calista stared open mouthed at what Tamara was doing.

“B ... but ... how can you do that, it’s not an accident, you did it deliberately, you’ll get into terrible trouble now, there’s no way you can hide that.” Uttered Calista completely uncomprehending what Tamara had done.

“It’s not a problem.” Replied Tamara. “Don’t forget that we are first class passengers. No airline is going to do anything that would discourage us from flying with them again. As long as we don’t upset the other passengers we can do what we like. Take it from me, I fly this route about ten times a year and I find an excuse to wet myself every time. Look at what the ticket costs, it’s over a thousand pounds, and what do the plebs in the back pay, two hundred. I think that for eight hundred pounds the airline can deal with a damp cushion, don’t you.”

Calista pondered for a moment, her predicament temporarily forgotten as she came to terms with what Tamara was doing. “I suppose if you put it like that it’s no big deal. Are you saying that no one has ever said anything?”

“Lucy the stewardess usually asks me if I have ‘used the facility’ yet when she comes round with the drinks. You might like to check Lucy’s seat as you go past later, see the way that she has scrunched her skirt up behind, you can probably see her minge from where you’re sitting.” Said Tamara, now aware that Calista was coming to terms with what she was doing. “So have you been yet Calista?” Asked Tamara knowing what the answer would be.