The heels and wheels of a gorgeous looking white pegasi mare with Spanish blue mane and tail clickety-clack over white ceramic tiles of Los Ungulas international airport as she makes her way through the colossal terminal of the airport, pulling her carry-on spinner luggage behind her heading to the boarding area for a flight to Pearis in Prance. Her physically fit 5ft 7in equine figure was attired in the dusk blue Equestria Airlines flight attendant skirt uniform with a street-length skirt that hit just above her knees.
On her, ten inches long flawless and unblemished white polished-looking bare feet with dark red toenail polish were light gray stockings and pair of mare's size nine black Nakia peep-toed stiletto pumps with three and one-fourth heels. On her head between her ears was a dusk orange beret with gleaming gold wing pin on it and around her neck was a dusk orange scarf. Plus folded on her back were her standard-sized white-feathered bird wings. This Pegasi mare was Chief Purser Anita Storm chaser, a flight attendant employed by Equestria Airlines.
As she's approaching the boarding area for a flight to Pearis in Prance, she can't help but to chuckle softly went she spots a familiar-looking dark blue unicorn stallion with crimson red mane and tail sitting in boarding area reading the local newspaper with single carrying on bag next to him on the floor. She inches her's way toward the unicorn stallion and pushes down the top of his newspaper.
"I see you are going to Prance, Justice?" Anita comments as Justice blinks with surprise upon seeing his housemate wearing her Equestria Airlines flight attendant uniform.
"Is this your flight Anita?" Justice inquiry as he blinks with surprise as a smile form on her snout.
"Yup, Justice (giggle softly). You do a lot of nice things for Emerald and me back home. Let see what I can do for you (Plucking the boarding pass out of Justice's pocket). Well, the premium economy class that will not do." Anita comment as she walked over to the ticket counter and spoke to the agent mare behind the counter. The two mares talked for some time till Anita return a moment later, carrying a new boarding pass.
"Here you go, Justice, you been upgraded to first-class aboard the plane. I'll be working that class for the flight to Prance and on the way back." Anita explains as she slips the new boarding pass into Justice's pocket before sitting down across from him in the passenger waiting area for boarding.
Anita crosses her smooth shapely and athletic legs; one knee tossed casually over the other, and begins to tapping her black Nakia peep-toed stiletto pump soundlessly in the open air of her crossed leg. Justice subtly gestures toward Anita's crossed leg as a smile forms on Anita's snout; she subtly nods her head yes.
He places his carry-on bag between them, and Anita carefully places her slender ankle on top of the bag. He gently takes hold of Anita's stiletto heel and pulls it free from her stocking-clad flawless and unblemished white slender and grand barefoot with dark red toenail polish. Sitting in front of him was a magnificent single flawless and unblemished white ten-inch long slender and grand nylon clad barefoot. The arch on her foot was delightfully curved that led into a gentle round ball of her foot.
Why the other end of her arch led into the supple curved heel. It continues up to shapely toe stems that are topped with five equally shaped toes; each toenail is beautifully trimmed and shaped painted with dark red colored nail polish. Before Justice could do anything, the loudspeaker announces that boarding will commence, and all flight attendants should be in position with that Justice's slips Anita's black Nakia peep-toed stiletto pump back on her stocking-clad foot.
Anita kisses Justice on his cheek before taking her position with the other flight attendants to begin boarding the passengers by seating class. For the next few hours, the boarding of aircraft proceeds unabated went the last of the passengers are seated Chief Purser Anita Storm Chaser gives final instructions to her crew members. Before grabbing hold of the large wheel on the door and turn it to secure the aircraft for take-off.
Once in the air, the flight attendants go about their duties aboard the aircraft serving the passengers. Justice watch in amazement as his house mare Anita deals with numerous difficult passengers aboard the flight with utmost grace and dignity. But he knows she is frustrated as her standard-sized white-feathered bird wings begin to subtly twitch on her back. A few moments later, she finishes her business with the difficult passenger and walks over to Justice's seat to ask if he needs anything.
"Not right now, Anita. I could tell that you were getting frustrated with the passenger because your wings started to twitch a slight bit." Justice comments as Anita softly chuckles into the back of her hand.
"Of course you would notice, Justice. You live with me; you know my moods pretty well." Anita comments as she talks with Justice for a little while before returning to work serving the other first-class passengers.
About halfway through the flight, the plane bucked and shook as it encountered a patch of turbulence, and the Captain instructed all flight attendants and passengers to take their seats, buckle-up. Justice was sitting in first class in the very first seat up front near the cockpit. Quickly Anita and the other flight attendants fold down the plane's wall seats and take their seats before buckling themselves up. After ten minutes of the bumpy flight, one of the doors on the galley area of the plane jarred loose.
Anita leans halfway over her seat as she still buckled in and tries to push the door closed with her foot. She stretches and struggles to close the door with her foot as she continues to struggle with closing the door with her foot. Anita gave the door a swift kick catching her heel on the floor flinging her heel off her stocking-clad foot with one last try.
Soon her heel comes to rest four feet in front of her with her very well-worn insole facing Justice. Anita can't help but chuckle a bit in embarrassment with the whole situation but is very happy that the passenger that saw this whole event was her roommate Justice. She asked with her sky blue eyes if Justice could please uses his unicorn magic to float her pump back to her, so she may put it back on.
As Justice ponders his house mare request, he can swear that he can smell the scent of Anita's foot coming from her heel. Anita smiles, relieved went dark blue magic aura form around her heel, but soon her stomach knots went her heel floats into Justice's hands. She wrings her hand went the same dark blue magic aura form around her other heel and pull the other pump off her foot. She recoils in horror as she found herself in her sweaty stocking-clad feet, and her facial muscles twitch nervously, knowing that this could cause her to lose her job.
A spasm of irritation crosses Anita's face, but she soon gave in to her current situation and decided to have some fun with her sweaty stocking-clad feet. Since Justice enjoys seeing her flawless and unblemished white polished-looking bare feet with dark red toenail polish. Anita stretches her feet and wiggles them to entertain Justice from her seat. She flexed her toes and lifts her feet up to allow Justice to see her damp creamy milky white soles with delightfully smooth curved arches.
She placed both sweaty stocking clad feet on the floor, allowing Justice to see the tops of her feet and her ten equally shaped toes; each toenail is beautifully trimmed and shaped painted with dark red colored nail polish. She extended her feet out in front of her and slowly rubbed her sweaty silky smooth soles on the floor, pulling them back to her. At one point, Anita leaned over and pulled her feet close to her. Then she started to rub in between her toes as she continued to massage her toes.
Soon the captain's voice comes over; the PA system instructed all flight attendants to please check the passengers as the plane has cleared the turbulence patch and please resume regular duties in preparation for landing at the prance international airport. With that, Anita pip-pops in her stocking clad feet over to Justice's seat first, stand up in front of his seat were her pumps. She gracefully slipped her stocking-clad feet back into her pumps; her shapely ten toes disappear into her moist hot pumps once again.
As the last passengers debark the flight, Justice walks up to Anita as she finishes checking the overhead compartment for forgotten belongings and whispered into her ear on top of her head when she gets done. How about joining him for a drink in a café. Anita smiled and shook her head yes; she told him to wait for her in the lobby by the gate, and she will join him went she get done.
He took a seat next to the flight attendant's counter and waited. An hour later, Anita emerged from the plane, pulling her spinner luggage behind her and joins Justice; she led him to a very nice small café in the prance international airport terminal as she knows this airport like the back of her hand. Since the flight arrives ahead of schedule, they had a few hours to kill before checking into their hotel; the two housemates just talk, till it was time to check-in to their hotel.
On the ride to the hotel, the driver says something to Anita in French, at which time she answer him back in a perfect French accent, surprising the driver, who used to passengers answering him in awful high school French. Unable to understand what the two ponies were talking about, Justice just sat back in the backseat of the cab and watch Anita's bodily movements as she spoke to the driver.
As the cab arrived at Hotel Pony land in the heart of Pearis, both ponies blink with surprise discovering that they both booked rooms at the same hotel without previous knowledge of their trip to Prance. After check-in and settling into their rooms at the hotel, Justice made his way down to Anita's hotel room, why talking at the café in the prance international airport terminal.
Anita told Justice she was upset with him for taking her shoes from her why she was working; if she was caught in her stocking clad feet aboard the flight, she would be in trouble with her company. Justice apologized for taking her shoes why she was working, not knowing that it would get his house mare in trouble with her company.
With a pitiful look of appeal, Justice was very sorry for what he did to his dear house mare, and he asks her what he can do to make up for taking her shoes from her. Anita suggested with an accepting smile that he come to her hotel to give her foot massage because her feet are so sore after finish a short shuttle trip between Los Ungulas to San Pranciscolt in Coltifornia before being assigned to the late evening Prance international flight. Justice accepts her deal as long as he can play with her sweaty stocking-clad feet during the foot massage; Anita shook her head yes.
He arrives a few minutes later at Anita's hotel room and knocks on the door; the door was open by Anita, who was attired in a long-sleeve white blouse and dusk blue street-length skirt that hit just above her knees. Her smooth shaped and athletic legs were clad in her light gray stockings.
Her flawless and unblemished sweaty white polished-looking bare feet with dark red toenail polish were a pair of mare's size nine black Nakia peep-toed stiletto pumps with three and one-fourth heels. In her hotel room, draped over a chair, was a dusk blue single-breasted blazer and her uniform's dusk orange scarf. Why her dusk orange beret with gleaming gold wing pin was sitting on a small desk in the room.
"All right, Justice, like you promised, you will give me a foot massage for taking my shoes off during the flight," Anita said, reminding.
"Just as long as you keep your part of the bargain, Anita," Justice said, emphasizing.
"Yes, of course, Justice. A bargain is a bargain you may play with my sweaty stocking clad feet during the foot massage." Anita said benevolently as she walks over to the bed, followed by Justice.
Anita kicked her shoes off her stocking clad flawless and unblemished sweaty white magnificent slender and grand bare feet at the foot of the bed. Before plopping down on the bed, face down with her delightfully curved arches up. Her sweaty feet were surprisingly soft with no hint of roughness or callousness from wearing stockings and heels for her job as a flight attendant. Justice knows his house mare takes outstanding care of her feet.
Her ten equally shaped toes were very proportionate with her feet, and her creamy milky white soles were gorgeous to behold. As if Anita senses something, she bends her legs at her knees and scrunches her toes down, causing her luscious creamy milky white soles to easily wrinkle before smoothing out once again. Before resting them back on the bed, allowing Justice to begin rubbing her soles, she unleashes a relaxing sigh once he started.
Her stockings, as he thought, were very sweaty; he could smell the rose-scented moisturizer on her feet. His hands and fingers were moist from her sweaty feet. As he massaged her toes through the sheer fabrics of her nylons, she unleashed a sleep giggle as her shapely toes were susceptible to being tickled. Figuring his house mare is very much asleep from her busy workday, it was soon confirmed went she started to softly neigh in the sound of sleep.
Knowing his house mare is a very sound sleeper, he gently rolls her onto her back and places her head on a pillow so he could pull her stockings off. Once, he positions her as to not damage her white-feathered bird wings folded on her back. He moves back down to her legs; he reaches under her skirt, feeling for the top of her stockings. Once found, he easily slides her stockings down her sweaty smooth shapely and athletic legs.
With both, her stockings remove, left at the foot of the bed were her creamy milky white soles. Her shapely toes were still very damp from sweating within her nylons Justice continue to rub his sleeping house mare feet for her. Once again, Anita chuckled in her sleep went Justice ran his fingers between her susceptible shapely toes.
He ran his index finger between her next to last toe and pinky toe. He gently lifted his house mare foot up to his nostrils and sniffed it a few times; the rose-scented moisturizer upon her sweaty foot was more prominent than ever as if she just finished applying the lotion upon her foot a moment earlier. Justice continued to massage his sleeping house mare's feet and toes for at least an hour.
Seeing his house mare in profound sleep, Justice gently started to lick her soles with his tongue, from her heels to her toes, tasting every inch of her wrinkly soles. The most delectable was the sweat from between her susceptible shapely toes. This caused his sleeping house mare to chuckle in her sleep as she was quite enjoying it. Justice continued to lick her arches and suck on her susceptible shapely toes went his mouth became tired. She opened her sky blue eyes and sat up in the bed with a smile on her snout.
"That was beyond just playing with my sweaty stocking-clad feet and giving me a foot massage like you promised Justice." Anita comment with a smile on her snout.
"Did you enjoy it, Anita? It was my way of saying sorry for not knowing that I could have got you fired by taking your shoes and leaving you in stocking clad bare feet aboard the flight." Justice explains as Anita's eyes crinkle mirthfully with the thoughtfulness of Justice.
"Of course I did, Justice," Anita said, contented as she allows Justice to continue to sniff her sweaty feet as they continued to talk.
"Tee-hee...I never asked why you traveled to Prance, Justice?" Anita said giggling as Justice tickled the gentle round ball of her creamy milky white foot before parting her toes to stiff between her toes.
"Business Anita," Justice answered as he took hold of her foot once again and sucked on all Anita's susceptible shapely toes cause her to unleash gales of laughter from the sensitivity of her shapely toes.
"(Catching her breath) could you use a translator, Justice? I took this flight because I am on a weeklong vacation before I have to return to Los Ungulas aboard the same flight." Anita said as Justice smile broadly with the offer from his house mare.
"I could use the translator, so I don't have to hire one to help me on this business trip. Did you bring a business suit of some kind Anita?" Justice inquiry as he took hold of Anita's other foot and started to lick the sweat from her delightfully curved arch.
"No Justice, but I know someplace around here that I can rent a business suit my size. Plus, my feet will get just as sweaty as they are now from wearing my black Nakia peep-toed stiletto pumps with the business suit. If you want, you can play with my sweaty stocking-clad feet during the foot massage again." Anita explains as Justice shook his head ‘yes’.