Rachel stepped inside the aircraft, ducking her head to avoid the low doorway. The stewardess smiled at her, a dazzling smile reserved for the first-class passengers alone. And this evening, Rachel was the only first-class passenger.

As she sat down, Rachel appraised the stewardess, standing in the doorway of the aircraft greeting the few remaining passengers. Short blonde hair, dancing blue eyes, a blue airline blazer over a white top, blue slacks. Rachel grinned as she found herself longing for the days when stewardesses wore miniskirts.

There were only eight passengers in total on the red-eye from San Diego to Atlanta. Rachel was on her way to a conference related to her occupation as a hypnotherapist. She smiled softly to herself as she buckled into her oversized seat. She always found a few women willing to submit to her charms at these meetings.

She leaned back and watched the remaining few passengers board. All were executive types that just had to do things themselves, or junior execs who were obeying their superiors and trudging off on some boring trip. She also eyed the pert stewardess as she bounced around the cabin, making sure everything was ready.

As the sole first class passenger, Rachel was granted a private showing of the emergency procedures. She stared directly into the pretty young woman's eyes the entire time, and the woman blushed and tried to ignore her. But every now and then, her eyes darted back to Rachel, meeting her gaze for a second before looking away again. Rachel smiled as she settled in and waited for the takeoff, images of the young stewardess named Gail drifting through her mind. She dimmed the overhead light and relaxed.

The takeoff was always her favorite part of any trip. As the engines thundered to life, Rachel closed her eyes and allowed herself to be pushed backwards into her seat. Heavy, so heavy. She took deep, slow breaths, and could feel herself relaxing, becoming limp and lazy. She was held against her seat by the powerful engines, unable to resist their inhuman grip. Unable to resist. And then, just as the wheels lifted off the ground, Rachel exhaled, long and slow. Her body became lighter and lighter, light as a feather, floating out of her seat even as the aircraft floated into the sky.

Rachel was in a deep trance.

As soon as they reached cruising altitude, the stewardess unbuckled herself and turned off the seat belt light. The pilot knew better than to disturb red-eye passengers with the usual talk of altitude and time to landing. They didn't care. They usually slept all the way anyway.

That was something that had always amazed Gail the stewardess. She walked slowly through the aircraft, checking on each passenger. Every single one was asleep. Ducking through a curtain, she saw that even the first-class passenger was asleep. The stewardess had never been able to sleep when flying, and didn't understand how anyone could.

Rachel sensed another presence and instantly awakened. She saw the stewardess just about to go back into the main cabin, and the stewardess saw her as well.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to wake you up!"

Rachel smiled, using that special smile she used only with possible partners. This was a nice-looking young woman, Rachel noticed again. Ecstasy at thirty thousand feet. The decision was made.

"That's quite all right, dear. I didn't want to sleep all the way, I would miss the lovely view otherwise." Again, she was staring directly into the young woman's eyes, and Gail blushed and averted her gaze.

"Um. Thank you. I mean, I'm sorry. I mean, I don't know how anyone can sleep on planes anyway. It just seems so unnatural."

Rachel laughed easily. "And flying in itself is natural? Sit down, dear, and relax. It's easy to sleep when flying. I'll give you a quick lesson." The girl looked at her for a moment, her face flaring. There was something about this woman, something different, something compelling. Finally, she nodded slowly and sat down on Rachel's right, in a window seat. She looked nervously out the window, then at Rachel, then out the window again. Rachel smiled to herself.

The girl sat there wondering why she was sitting here with this woman when she had things she should be doing. But all the passengers were asleep, so there was no point to roaming the cabin. And what did this lady mean by lessons in sleeping on planes?

She looked at Rachel and found herself once again staring into those eyes. She reddened again and looked out the window.

Rachel knew eye contact would not work in this case, the girl was not ready for that personal an induction. The window. Hmm....

Her voice was low, melodic. Hypnotic.

"It's pretty out there at night, isn't it?"

"Hmm, yeah. You can see all the stars. It's neat."

"I like to sit back in my seat and just look out the window, just like you are now. I sit back and relax, and just look at all the stars. See how many of them there are, so bright, so clear. It's so peaceful to just relax and look out at the stars. Sometimes I even count them, but I count backwards. I start at one hundred and count each star. Then when I reach zero, I start over again if I want to." Rachel watched closely. The girl was staring out the window, her face slightly flushed. Her eyes were wide and bright, and her breathing was rapid and shallow.

"And while I count, I listen to the engines. The sound of the engines, so soothing, so powerful. The steady, soothing sound of the engines relaxes me even more as I count backwards from one hundred. The stars are so bright, so peaceful. So relaxing to listen to the engines and count the stars as you sink back into your seat."

Rachel watched as the girl almost imperceptibly relaxed, her body supported solely by the aircraft seat. Her eyes were still wide and bright, her face still flushed.

Gail looked out the window, slightly puzzled. Her body seemed to tingle slightly for some reason. It was strange, she thought slowly to herself. Strange she had never noticed how relaxing it was to just look out the windows at night. And the engine sounds, the incessant drone she had learned to hate, now seemed very reassuring, very calming. So relaxing.

So relaxing.

"And as I relax more and more, I feel my breathing becoming more regular, more gentle. Deep, gentle, regular breaths. It all happens by itself as I relax more and more. Relaxing more and more. Relaxing more and more."

The girl's breathing slowed, indeed becoming deep and regular. Her lips parted just a bit as she relaxed even more. Rachel's voice, along with the steady hum of the engines and the bright stars, was so comforting. So compelling. So relaxing. Relaxing.

"And as I count backwards, the lower I count, the more relaxed I become. The lower I count the more relaxed I become. The more relaxed I become, the harder it becomes to keep my eyes open. My eyes want to close, want to relax, to close and allow me to drift off into a state of deep relaxation. Deep relaxation. And when my eyes become so heavy, so relaxed, I allow them to close, I allow myself to sink into a deep, deep state of total relaxation. Deeper and deeper. Deeper and deeper."

Rachel continued, repeating gentle suggestions of relaxation as the stewardess continued staring out at the stars. Rachel knew by the vacant expression, the limp muscles, that the woman was almost there. Almost there.

Gail sat perfectly still, staring rapturously out the window. The sound of the engines comforted her. Rachel's voice was so soothing. The stars were so fascinating. Sixteen. Fifteen. Fourteen...

The woman's eyelids flickered for a second, then closed tight. Rachel's heart skipped a beat as she began deepening Gail's trance state.

"Very good, very good. You see, it's so easy to relax on an airplane. You now feel very relaxed, very calm. And it was so easy. So easy. So very easy. And every time I help you to relax, it will become even easier. Each and every time I help you to relax, you will quickly and totally allow yourself to sink into a deep, deep state of total relaxation. So easily."

"And you even find you enjoy relaxing so totally, so completely. You find you want to experience this level of relaxation again, very soon. Very soon. You know that you will be able to relax quickly, easily. So easily."

"And now, very slowly, feel yourself awakening, very gently, very easily. Coming back more and more, waking up more and more, almost awake, eyes opening now, heartbeat getting stronger, NOW, wide awake, wide awake."

The woman's eyes popped open. She sat there for a few moments, blinking in confusion. Her mouth worked, but it was too dry to form words. She caught sight of Rachel beside her, and her eyes widened again, her face reddened again. She was quite lovely when she was embarrassed, Rachel thought.

"Wow..." the stewardess finally stammered. "How...How'd you do that?"

"Do what, my dear?"

""How did you get me to... I mean, I fell asleep... I've never..." She fell silent, looking confused. Rachel smiled.

"It was so easy, my dear. I'll show you. Just watch me for a moment, if you please." The woman's eyes slowly moved towards Rachel, finally meeting her unwavering gaze. This time, however, the woman did not look away, instead staring into Rachel's dark eyes with no resistance, her face flushing.

"Just like that, my dear. Just like that. Just watch me. See me. Focus all of your awareness on me. Allow everything else to fade away. There is nothing else that is important right now except relaxing, and I am going to help you relax. So all you have to do is focus entirely on me, let everything else go. Let yourself go as well. Let go. Let go. It's so easy to let go. So easy. So easy to let go, go into a deeply relaxed state. So easy."

The woman stared helplessly into Rachel's eyes. Rachel sensed the change in the woman's breathing, sensed her body seeming to deflate. Rachel stared into the stewardess's eyes, beating down the woman's last defenses. Her voice dropped to a whisper, barely audible over the drone of the engines.

"Relaxed now. So deeply relaxed. Your mind and body are relaxed, open. Your body and mind are open, so totally relaxed and free. Your mind is open to new thoughts, new ideas. It feels so good to be so thoroughly relaxed, to be able to allow another to guide you as you drift deeper and deeper into relaxation. I will guide you. I will help you to reach a place you never imagined, a place of total relaxation and pleasure. Such pleasure."

Rachel had to pause. The woman staring at her, the growing feeling of moisture between her own legs, was becoming almost too much. She needed relief and needed it fast. Breaking her own rule of not making any moves until she was sure of her subject, Rachel spoke.

"Such pleasure. Pleasure you've never known. And all you have to do is very gently, very easily, stand up. It's so easy, and you find yourself relaxing even more completely as your body seems to float up out of your seat, floating upwards, until at last you stand easily, still totally relaxed as you continue looking deeply into my eyes."

Still holding the stewardess's gaze, Rachel watched as the woman seemed to slowly unfold from the seat. Like a blooming flower she slowly arose, finally to stand motionless, still held by Rachel's hypnotic eyes.

Rachel stifled a groan as she hiked up her skirt. Her white silk panties were stained dark with excitement. Ever since her first encounter with Lynn, Rachel had developed almost a fetish about silk lingerie. The cool softness against her burning crotch was an exquisite sensation.

Rachel's voice was no longer soft, soothing. It was raw, passionate, ragged. The stewardess didn't care, didn't notice.

"And now, you may go even deeper by kneeling in front of me. You find that you want very much to kneel in front of me, to sink deeper and deeper into this state of total relaxation you are experiencing. Kneel. Kneel now. You'll find it's so easy. So easy, as you look even deeper into my eyes."

There was a long pause, and for a moment Rachel was afraid she'd gone too far too soon. But then she almost climaxed right there as the helplessly enthralled woman sank to her knees before her.

Rachel groaned aloud. The stewardess's eyes widened slightly, but she showed no other reaction. She knelt on the floor between Rachel's legs.

Rachel found it hard to speak, she was so aroused. And as she finally resumed giving the stewardess her suggestions, she became even more excited. Maybe it was just the thought of the other people on the plane. Maybe it was the thrill of cumming at thirty thousand feet. Rachel was extremely aroused.

"When you're deeply relaxed like this, your senses are heightened. You find that even your sense of smell is heightened. You detect an aroma now, a faint, unfamiliar aroma. Continue watching my eyes as you move closer and closer to the source of that aroma."

Rachel could smell her own scent, and there was nothing faint about it. It was overpowering, the scent of unbridled lust. The stewardess's nose twitched a few times, and she began moving slowly, so slowly, towards Rachel. To Rachel, it seemed an eternity, and her excitement seemed to double with each passing second, her anticipation almost too much to bear.

The stewardess stopped, her nose almost touching Rachel's by-now sopping-wet panties. Rachel stared into the helpless woman's eyes, almost crazy with desire. Go for it, Rachel screamed to herself.

"Yes, Gail. Yes. You know you've found where the scent emanates from. You know you've found a very special place indeed. A very special place. And Gail, you want so much to become one with that place, to be wholly lost in that special place, that place of perfect pleasure. Closer and closer, Gail. Closer and closer. My eyes, the special scent, draw you irresistibly closer. Closer and closer, Gail. Closer. Touching that special place. That special place that's hidden by my panties, Gail."

Rachel was trembling. Gail stared raptly, helplessly, up at her as she inched closer to Rachel's throbbing clit. Rachel's eyes burned into the eyes of the hypnotized woman, filling her dazed mind with thoughts of great pleasure. Gail inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with that seductive scent, She knew, deep inside, that she was between another woman's legs. And she also knew, deep inside, that right at this moment there was no place on earth, or above it, that she'd rather be.

Rachel's voice pierced her soul. "Kiss my crotch, Gail. Rub your tongue over my wet panties. My panties are wet because of you, Gail. YOU have made me all wet, YOU have caused the feelings which dampened my crotch. You have aroused me, Gail. You arouse me greatly. I would like very much for you to cause me even greater pleasure." Rachel stared down at her entranced companion. All Gail could see was Rachel's eyes, drifting slowly, so close. All she could hear was Rachel's voice and the steady drone of the engines. All she could smell was the raw passion of Rachel's pussy.

Slowly, Gail's tongue peeped out of her brilliantly painted red lips. Slowly, that tongue moved closer to Rachel's raging clit, still covered, but not hidden, by her soaked panties.

Wet, red tongue met soft wet silk. Rachel stared into Gail's eyes and almost lost it. She suppressed a scream of total ecstasy as her body shuddered with a tremendous orgasm. She had been so close, so on the edge, that the merest contact. combined with a quick mental trigger to herself, had set her off. Gail, still staring helplessly into Rachel's eyes, began wagging her tongue back and forth.

Rachel's body was rocked time and time again by powerful climaxes as her unknowing lover probed her clit through her almost-useless panties. Every muscle in Rachel's body became taut, stiff, as she finally had to cry out. The sight of Gail's vacant stare, of her cum-covered face, was too much. Rachel reached up in mindless abandon and began squeezing her own breasts, all the while staring into Gail's wide eyes, knowing that she herself was now in a light trance.

Again and again, Rachel's body arched back in her seat as Gail's probing tongue added its wetness to Rachel's panties. Her hands clutched the arms of her seat tightly, as if to squeeze even more pleasure from her already straining body.

Rachel groaned aloud again as a series of shattering orgasms ripped through her. Gail's tongue was probing deeper now, through the flimsy fabric to the heart of Rachel's sexual urges. Gail was still transfixed, eyes locked helplessly onto Rachel's.

"STOP!", Rachel gasped. Instantly, Gail stopped, her tongue still sticking erotically out of her mouth. "Close your eyes now, dear." Almost sadly, she watched as Gail's eyelids fluttered closed. Rachel, too, closed her eyes and took a deep, slow breath, bringing herself out of trance. She then opened her eyes, and, for several moments, Rachel just sat there, regaining her composure. Then she sighed happily and straightened her skirt. Gail still knelt between her legs, totally oblivious, tongue poking out.

"Stand up now, Gail, very easily. That's right, dear, just stand there and sink deeper and deeper. Deeper into relaxation. So easy."

"And now, dear, as you relax even more deeply, allow your eyes to open once more. Allow yourself very easily and naturally to walk back to the rest room. Clean yourself up and then join me here once again."

She watched, becoming quite aroused again, as Gail's eyes opened, and she slowly, mechanically, moved towards the curtain separating first class from the main cabin. As Gail disappeared, Rachel stood and quickly removed her soaking panties. Drying her crotch the best she could with the few remaining dry portions of the panties, she pulled a fresh pair from her handbag. The damp silk panties were left in a magazine slot in the back of her seat.

She sat back down and entered a quick trance. As she heard Gail returning, she awakened herself. Gail walked stiffly into the first class compartment, turned towards Rachel, and paused, waiting.

"Gail, you will allow yourself to relax totally for me, won't you?"

After a short pause, Gail mumbled yes. Rachel nodded, satisfied.

"Gail, go back to the main cabin and find a nice seat. Sit down, take three deep breaths, and close your eyes. You will instantly fall into a deep comfortable sleep. You will sleep for five minutes. You will then awaken and feel totally refreshed, totally relaxed. You will never again have trouble sleeping on airplanes. And, Gail, there is no need at all to consciously remember anything that has happened here."

After a moment of silence, Gail turned again and left first class.

Six minutes later, she came running back in, her eyes wide, looking very nervous.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am, I must have fallen asleep or something. Is there anything I can get for you? Anything I can do? I'm so sorry...."

Rachel smiled at Gail. "No, dear, I'm fine, thank you." Gail smiled weakly and rushed back into the main cabin. Rachel smiled again and slipped into a deep trance.

"I hope you enjoyed your flight, Ma'am", Gail said as Rachel stepped off the plane. Rachel turned that magic smile on the young stewardess again. For some reason, Gail's heart began to flutter, and she felt a distinct dampness between her legs. Shaking her head, Gail turned to the next departing passenger.

As Gail was cleaning up after the plane had unloaded, she frowned as she reached into a magazine slot and removed a stained pair of silk panties. She stared in disbelief and disgust. She made as if to toss them into a garbage bag, but something made her pause. A strange, nagging, feeling of deja vu came over her. Feeling her face burning, she carefully placed the soiled panties in her own carryon bag. They must belong to that woman in first class, that woman I was talking... talking to. Gail frowned, puzzled.

Rachel wearily boarded the plane for the return flight two days later. It had been a long, although fruitful, conference. Rachel thought fleetingly of the woman she had - convinced - to spend some time with her. The woman was several years older than herself, and had proven to be quite receptive to a great variety of new experiences.

Her heart stopped when she heard a familiar voice.

"Welcome aboard, Ma'am. Nice to see you again." Rachel found herself staring into Gail's eyes.

Gail stared back at her, her eyes widening, that same twinge in her crotch again. Another, more powerful, feeling of deja vu made her shake her head in confusion. Gail's thoughts went to the freshly washed silk panties she was wearing. Panties that were not her own.

Some time later, as the plane reached thirty three thousand feet, Gail sat down next to Rachel. The only other person in first class, a middle- aged woman, was sleeping soundly. Rachel had seen to it that the woman would be asleep for quite a while.

Gail gazed wordlessly into Rachel's eyes.

Rachel smiled gently.