“What would you like to drink this afternoon, sir?”
His eyes lingered longingly over her moist, freshly glossed lips. “A Coke, please.”
She left and returned a moment later with his drink. “Here you go, sir.”
“Thank you.”
Whether it was by accident or accidentally on purpose he wasn’t sure, but the tips of their fingers touched and he was immediately aroused. She might as well have touched his cock directly; he would have been no less hard if she had. His erection poked insistently at his gabardine slacks, eager to find itself safely ensconced between her lips. Either set of them would have sufficed.
In an attempt to distract himself during the lengthy eight-hour flight to the UK, he decided he would catch up on some reading. Even under her severely buttoned flight attendant’s uniform, he couldn’t help but be aware of her breasts straining against the fabric, her nipples erect—maybe from the air conditioning on the craft, or just maybe she wanted him, too, just maybe? There was such grace in her walk, yet that same grace was edged with the faintest hint of raw sexuality. He wanted her more than he wanted to breathe.
“Would you like a blanket?” she asked.
“Yes, thank you.”
The polite banter of it all, remarkably, fueled his rising libido. He wanted to take her right there, in the middle of the aisle. He wanted to bend her over the edge of the armrest, hike her skirt above her waist, rip her pantyhose from her succulent thighs, discard her hopefully saturated panties, unzip his pants, and slide his blood-engorged cock deep inside her. He wanted to fuck her until neither of them had anything left. So, as he visualized her hips grinding deeper and deeper into his manhood, he realized that instead of the two of them giving the flight crew and passengers a hot and steamy show, they were talking about whether or not he required one of the airline-issued blankets to keep him warm. It made him hotter than he could have ever imagined. The duality of it all was somehow intoxicating.
Finally, in the midst of going over some financial reports for work, he drifted off to sleep. Even his dreams were of her.
The wind was blowing and her hair cascaded over her shoulders. She was clothed in a white, sheer, organza-like garment, her nipples playing peek-a-boo beneath the covering. She giggled, then appeared to run in slow motion toward him. As she ran, her breasts bounced in time to her movements. Her arms were outstretched and it felt as though she was coming toward him, but it seemed to be taking longer than it ought to. Why hadn’t she reached him yet? The anticipation of her presence was unbearable. He had never wanted anything or anyone as much as he wanted her at that exact moment. He busied himself with stroking his cock, waiting for her. He could feel the soft, gentle folds of her tight pussy walls drawing him in—and he stroked—and he stroked—and he stroked, as she closed the distance between them.
“Sir, sir. Can I get you anything?”
“No, I’m fine,” he said with a twinge of embarrassment.
He hoped that none of what he had seen under the cover of sleep would be revealed.
She reached over past the sleeping passenger sitting in the aisle seat next to him, and she gently stroked his cock through his pants, pleased with the result. As he sprang to life beneath her fingers, she left him a note and walked away.
He opened the note and read it, more excited than he had ever been.
“Meet me in the restroom; the one right behind you.”
His heart pounding, his skin warm to the touch, he did as she had instructed and, after waiting a few seconds, joined her in the cramped airplane restroom.
“So, Row Twelve. You’ve been staring at me the entire flight. Why is that? Do you wanna fuck me?” she asked.
He was speechless.
“Oh, I guess you don’t,” she said.
As she pretended to exit the bathroom, he grabbed her around the waist, gripping her tightly, unwilling and unable to let her go. He opened the buttons to her uniform and turned her toward him. Her breasts were beautiful. They were so full and her nipples seemed to ache for him to suck them, and so he did. Licking and biting at her tasty globes, he spit on one of her nipples, eager to see her response. He lapped at her wet nipples, fascinated with the slow descent of his own saliva on her beautiful breasts. It was truly a work of art. His juices were the paint and her body the canvas. He desired to paint her from head to toe.
“Oh, baby,” she moaned. “I need you to fuck me now. I want your cock inside of me. Fuck me please!”
“Where do you want it?” he asked.
The cramped quarters of the restroom mattered not to either of them. Neither wanted anything more than to be engulfed. While one hand was on her mouth to prevent her cries from being heard by the passengers and the crew, his other hand played with her juicy, hard clit. As she ground her pussy roughly against his hand, urging him to plunge his fingers deep inside her, he entered her ass, feeling her tight hole slowly welcome him. With her body pressed against the bathroom door, several of the passengers had to be well aware of what was going on as he drove his cock harder and deeper into her ass, feeling her welcome him in more and more.
“Fuck my ass, baby. Oh, your cock is so fuckin’ hard. Fuck me, baby, fuck me,” she murmured against his hand.
“Take it, baby, take it. Open up, I want to go deeper, deeper inside of you. You are so fucking tight. It feels soooooo good, baby; so fucking good!”
He yearned to feel the inside of her pussy next and before he could spray the inside of her ass with his juices, he lifted her in the air and sat her pussy directly on his cock, gripping her body in his hands as if she were a rag doll.
He bounced her up and down his cock with great ease; gripping her waist and watching the various contortions of her face, twisted in ecstasy as he reached even farther back inside her quivering pussy. And, just when he thought this state of nirvana would go on without ending, he exploded inside her. She bucked and jerked, her eyes rolling up in her head. She breathed in the scent of his sex, wanting to suck him, but realizing that outside the doors of the bathroom, duty called. As they came together, he held fast to her, biting at her neck, aroused by the reddish love bites he left.
The two of them, left heaving and gulping for air, were satisfied, but still very much in need. There was so much he wished he had done; and he hoped for an opportunity (soon) to give her all that she deserved.