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Title: The Empty Flight
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This is a work of erotic fiction. Any similarities
between this and actual events or people is purely
coincidental. The events portrayed in this story take
place in a perfect world where STDs, unwanted
pregnancies, and so forth do not exist.
If you are offended by erotica, or if this is illegal
because of where you live or your age, for crap's sake,
stop now. If not, it's not our fault, you have been
warned!
*******************************************************
The Empty Flight
(OR--ON THE SUBJECT OF OLDER COUPLES, YOUNG FLIGHT
ATTENDANTS, AND ITALIAN FILMS)
By Leo of Leo and Beth (leo_and_beth(AT)linuxmail.org)
Copyright 2006 All Rights Reserved.
The flight was empty; practically deserted. Who knows
the reason, the inclement weather at the destination,
the time of year, the fact that it took off at 11:30
pm. There were perhaps twenty people on board, and
right before the door closed, most of the people moved
from their assigned seats to ones closer to the front
of the plane. The couple, however, moved to the
second to the last row. She wanted to sit in the very
back, but he reminded her that the seats in the very
back row did not recline. They stowed their large
rolling carry on in the bin above their seats, the
only other item in it obviously belonged to one of the
flight attendants. The rest of their bags went under
the seats in front of them. When the door closed and
the plane was pushed back from the gate, the nearest
people to them were sitting in the exit rows over the
wings, for the leg room, and everyone else was sitting
farther up, for the quiet.
There were the normal three flight attendants on board,
despite the lack of passengers. The couple surveyed
the plane in front of them during the mandatory safety
briefing. The older plane lacked any video screens,
so the attendants had to do their ages old, clich,d
demonstration of how to buckle a seat belt, and so
forth. The voice over the PA was that of a middle
aged man, and the attendant standing at the very front
of the plane was a somewhat overweight woman in her
late forties. The attendant standing just in front of
the middle exit rows looked to be much younger, short,
not thin but not fat, with shoulder length blonde hair,
though her details where difficult to make out with
the distance from the back of the plane to where she
stood pretending to put on an oxygen mask. The
attendant on PA duty finished his safety speech, and
thanked the passengers for choosing this particular
airline, named the Pilot and Copilot, then introduced
the cabin staff as "Bill, Cathy, and Anne," though he
did not say who was who for the women.
The plane taxied quickly to the runway, since there
were few other planes operating at this time of night,
and the Pilot came over the PA, saying they were
cleared for take off, and the flight attendants should
take their seats.
He thought to himself that at one time they were
"stewardesses." And "stewards" for the rare male who
ventured into profession. As he mulled over how PC
the world had become, the younger attendant went by on
her way to her seat in the back of the plane. As she
strolled by, he tried to get a better judge of her.
She wasn't much more than five feet tall, and seemed
to be trim, but not thin, with hardly any bust at all.
Her body shape was hard to discern through the knee
length skirt, loose white blouse, and dark vest that
she wore, plus just as she was about to pass their row,
the lights in the cabin were dimmed.
"She dyes her hair."
He turned to his companion, sitting in the window seat,
to the right of his middle seat. "Huh?"
"I saw you checking her out. She's cute. Did you
notice her name?"
"I didn't see a name tag" he admitted.
"She's wearing one, on the boob closest to you," she
chided him.
He looked to her sheepishly. "I was too busy trying
to see if she had any."
She gave him a dark look.
"That was a joke dear. Besides, you noticed that she
dyes her hair."
"Point taken. Her eyebrows looked a lot darker than
her hair. But she is cute." She admitted as she
leaned over to kiss him.
They settled into their seats as the noise from the
engines roared in an attempt to drown out any other
sounds in the plane. As their ears became used to (or
numbed to) the sound of the jets, the plane rattled
down the runway. The rain that had been falling on
the window started to migrate back with the wind.
Their seats slowly dropped down as the plane rotated
off the tarmac, and rattling was replaced by the
subdued sounds of the wheels folding into the belly of
the plane. A few moments later one wing dipped
sharply, and the tone of the engines dropped abruptly.
She looked at him with hint of a questioning look.
"Probably a noise abatement thing." He said to
reassure her.
They sat in companionable silence as the plane climbed
into the night, holding hands, their fingers
intertwined. The rain was replaced by clouds that
reflected the light of the plane's strobes back into
the cabin, and blocked out the lights of the ground
below. After several drawn out minutes, the 'FASTEN
SEATBELTS' sign blinked off, then back on quickly. He
reclined his seat back, and did his best to stretch
his legs in front of him.
"Is it okay to put your seat back?" she asked him.
He answered her quickly "Yes, that's what the flashing
sign and ding-ding signals. You can also get
electronics out."
"Then why don't you start the movie."
"Let's wait until they're done serving drinks. We
don't want to be interrupted." He smiled at her.
She reclined her seat, and pulled the armrest between
them out of the way before settling against her
shoulder. Her hand found its way to his groin, and
gave him a gentle squeeze though his jeans, before
moving and resting on his thigh. "No, being
interrupted would be bad."
The cabin crew was up and about again, preparing to
serve drinks and snacks. 'Bill' got on the PA again,
and informed the sparse plane that drinks would now be
served, sodas free but beer and booze would cost.
They also had these little snack packs for an
outrageous price, and exact change would be nice.
They could see the older female attendant getting the
drink cart ready up front.
They were startled by the younger attendant behind
them.
"Since there's so many people back here," she said
lightly, smiling at them. "I'll just leave the cart
back here, and take your drink orders. What would you
like?"
They both ordered sodas as the woman noticed the
attendant's eyes wandering. It was hard to tell what
she was looking at. It could be her hand on her
companion's inner thigh, just below where his balls
should be. It could be the slight bulge where is
semi-erect member sat (he would say it was the seat
belt if asked). It could even be the view of her
cleavage down the front of her scoop necked t-shirt.
While the attendant lingered as they ordered, they
both sized her up in the dim light. Her skin was
darker than her hair color would indicate. She had
almost a middle-eastern look, maybe Native American,
or even a mix. She was pretty and cute, but not what
one would call beautiful, at least not in a magazine
sort of way. Her hair was held back by small metal
barrettes, but hung loose in the back. Her eyebrows
were indeed much darker than her dyed blonde hair, and
her eyes were also dark. Neither of them paid
attention to her name tag.
The attendant nodded after they had made up their
minds, and turned back to the rear galley. As she
fixed their drinks, she softly chided him "You were
checking her out."
"Not as much as you were."
"Well, yeah" was all she replied. Then, "How do you
know? You were too busy looking at her."
He gripped her buttocks though her coveralls. "Lucky
guess. I think she was checking you out."
Her hand moved back to his semi-erection. "No, she
was checking this out" she said as she squeezed it.
"How do you know she's not into women and was staring
through your cleavage to your belly button?"
She gave him another squeeze. "She doesn't seem the
type."
The attendant returned with their drinks. He put the
tray down in front of the aisle seat to set the drinks
down on.
The top buttons of her blouse were undone, and the
material had bunched up from inside her vest, opening
the two sides and giving a glimpse of the dark skin of
her chest as she bent over to hand him their drinks.
The light glinted off a silver chain that held a small
pendant dangling in front of the view. He took both
their drinks, since his companion didn't remove her
hand from his groin. Her attention to his dick
through his pants had brought him from semi to fully
erect, and the outline was clearly visible beneath her
hand as she gripped and squeezed him. She saw the
attendant's eye catch and linger on her hand, while
she felt his dick visibly twitch as she squeezed him
and noticed his gaze on the attendant's chest. As the
attendant slowly lifted her eyes, the two women made
eye contact. She knew the attendant had seen her
massaging her man's throbbing erection through his
jeans while he stared down the attendant's shirt. And
the attendant knew she had been caught. The light was
just enough to show the red blush of her cheeks and
neck as she quickly stood up.
"Is there anything else I can get you?" The
attendant's voice cracked a little as she asked.
"No, we're good." He replied, squeezing his
companion's ass again though her clothes.
"Okay then." The attendant lingered a moment longer
than she should have, seeming to drink in the sight
before her, then turned and walked toward the front of
the plane. As they listened to the attendant asking
the people in the exit row what they wanted, the woman
looked up at him.
"So... did you like what she showed you?" She asked.
He looked at her for a couple of moments before he
replied. "Yes, and you seemed to like showing me off
to her."
"Yeah, that was kind of hot, seeing her stare like
that." She sighed as she rubbed the fabric of his
clothes along the length of his shaft. "You know the
reason I sat back here is so we could have some fun."
She stopped quickly as the attendant passed on her way
back to the galley. They both noticed the attendant's
eyes catch her hand on his crotch again, then look up
quickly as she blushed deeper this time.
She leaned up to whisper in his ear. "I think she
likes it too." She ended by kissing his earlobe
gently. She liked how his dick jumped as she did.
He took a deep breath, then leaned down to whisper in
her ear. "I don't think she would admit it though.
And I think you like it more." He started to sit up.
She gave his erection one last squeeze as she got out
of his way. "Maybe not as much as you do." Just as
she said that, the attendant was walking by, and
stumbled a bit, perhaps as if she had heard. He
looked at her with a steady gaze, and she gave him a
look of the cat that had eaten the canary. He took a
sip of his drink, and then handed hers to her. He
then moved to the aisle seat and pulled his bag out
from under the seat in front. After reclining the
aisle seat, so all the seats were even, he pulled his
laptop out of the bag.
"Do you think anyone'll mind if we don't use
headphones?" He asked as he set the computer up and
got out the DVD from the bag. When she shook her head
no, he settled down in the aisle seat, and started the
movie, and motioned for her to lean against his
shoulder.
The attendant had already returned to the galley, and
then gotten out a magazine and sat in the final row.
From her vantage point in the seat diagonally opposite
the one he was in, she could see the screen plainly,
and hear it as well, though for the most part, she
didn't pay much attention to the movie. It was a
foreign film with subtitles, so it was difficult for
the attendant to read the words from her distance.
The film was an independent Italian movie, very much a
chick flick. But being a European film, it had a
penchant for sex scenes that were both more and less
revealing than American films. They sat and watched
the film, and about 30 minutes into it, it had its
first sex scene, set in a bedroom. The filmmaker had
taken his time, and the scene was very drawn out. Her
hand returned to his clothed dick, quickly squeezing
it and rubbing it to full hardness. In return, he
undid the three buttons on the side of her coveralls
nearest him, and slid his hand underneath them, then
underneath her shirt, resting his hand at the small of
her back. As she stroked him, his hand moved until
his finger was between her ass cheeks, pressing her
skin just above her asshole, teasing her.
As the scene wound to a close, they didn't notice the
attendant take a much higher interest in the film.
Even though it was subtitled, the sounds people make
during sex are universal, and she couldn't help but
watch. After the scene was over, the attendant
decided that she was interested in the film, and
cleared her throat as she stood up.
"Do you mind if I watch this with you?" the attendant
asked as she sat in the aisle seat across from his.
They noticed her eyes drop to his groin, and to his
hand disappearing down the back of his companion's
coveralls. She had left her magazine behind, and had
taken off her vest, which included her name tag. She
sat in the seat facing forward, and then turned toward
them after fastening her seat belt. As she turned,
her still partially open blouse pulled open enough to
give a view of the slight swell of her smallish breast.
As he looked down at his companion, the attendant
quickly added "I can't read the subtitles from back
there, and it looks kinda interesting."
The older woman looked up at him and shrugged, then
nodded her head just a bit. He turned to the
attendant. "Sure you can watch," he said as he turned
the screen so all three of them would have a good view.
As the movie progressed, they sat in relative silence.
She did not move her hand from his member, but did
slide his jeans up and down its length. He kept his
hand down her backside. They mostly paid attention to
the movie, but the couple and the attendant would
steal glances at each other at regular intervals. The
couple would glance at her open blouse and smooth skin
it showed occasionally (he more than she), but more
often would catch her gaze where it had wandered to
them. She caught the attendant look as he shifted
himself and her, so he could reach his hand farther
into her clothes. She held his massive erection and
the attendant's gaze as she felt his fingers slip
under panties, past her asshole, and tease the lips of
her smooth, hairless labia. He found a good deal of
moisture there.
The movie progressed along its way as the tension
built between the couple and the attendant. There
were several 'steamy' encounters in the film, but it
was a while before the next real sex scene started up.
As the couple on screen started their tryst in the
rain, the attendant broke the silence.
"Have you ever done that?" the attendant asked the
couple.
"Done what?" the woman replied, her voice a little
huskier that it normally was.
"Had sex in the rain?"
"No," was the woman's reply as she very slightly
squirmed her pussy against his fingers. She didn't
radiate any interest in talking. Truthfully, she
wanted the attendant to leave, so she could swallow
the manhood under her hand, but she was having fun in
teasing the younger woman.
"Oh." The attendant turned back to the screen. She
sat for few more moments, seeming to have difficulty
with the display in front of her.
After a moment she composed herself. "I have," she
announced to the couple.
They both looked at her. "Really," the woman remarked,
a bit more interested.
The attendant seemed to decide that she could confide
in the couple, and continued. "It wasn't what
everyone makes it out to be. It was mostly cold. And
over too fast." After a moment she added "but sex
with my ex was over too fast most of the time."
The woman replied "then maybe it was his fault."
"And not the rain's," he added.
"Maybe," the attendant replied. She reclined the seat
she was in, and sighed as she settled more into it,
pulling her outside leg up and across, tucking it
under her opposite knee. As she did, her skirt rose
up, and gave the couple a view of her smooth, rich
calf, and her bare knees. She saw them looking at her,
and looked down as she blushed, but didn't adjust her
skirt.
With an unspoken agreement, the three went back to
watching the film. The sex scene was not yet finished.
The on-screen couple had moved out of the rain to a
porch, and he was sitting in a lounge chair. She was
straddling him, facing him, and the camera was placed
so that the arm of the chair hid their hips. But she
was really going at it, her bare, perky tits bouncing
around as she rode her costar. After the scene ended,
and movie progressed a few more minutes, the attendant
took a deep breath and spoke again.
"Do you two always get movies like this?" she asked.
"Not all the time," he replied. He discreetly sank a
finger to the first knuckle up his companion's pussy
as he continued. "We got this because it was
something we both could watch, and it looked
interesting." The woman in his lap squirmed as he
tickled her entrance. "I have a sci-fi flick to watch
after this, she does better sleeping on planes than I
do," he finished as he motioned to his companion, who
was breathing deeply.
The attendant didn't let on if she had noticed the
older woman's reactions to the man's finger, and
continued. "I sometimes have problems following
foreign films, 'specially with the captions. Plus
sometimes, it's almost like a porno, but ya never
really see anything. I mean, they're not really doing
it when they make the movie, are they?" She looked
back at the couple.
The woman lifted her head and regarded the attendant.
"And how is that bad?" she asked. She had started off
a little miffed at the young woman for baiting her
companion, and staring, and getting his attention, and
so forth. But now she was definitely putting a show
on with her hand on the man's raging dick; she didn't
need to take it out for the attendant to see its exact
shape. Plus he was really getting her going with his
finger in her pussy. And now this little five-foot-
nothing was bringing up porn. She had to know that
they were very much in the middle of fondling each
other. More than fondling, she thought, this was
definitely mutual masturbation, in front of the flight
attendant, while the three of them watched an Italian
flick that probably qualified as soft-core, in a plane
(almost) full of people.
"It's not bad," the attendant said as she squirmed a
little. "It's just that if I'm watching a sex scene,
and I can't see anything, I want something left to the
imagination. But if it's going to show me what they
are doing, I want to see what's going on. Ya'know,
the action."
"So you'd rather watch a porno than this, cause you
want to see the fucking," the woman replied. She
wanted to know how the term 'fucking' would affect the
attendant, and she really wanted to see where this was
leading.
"Well, yes. But not like all close up and squishy,
you know. And I want to see real sex, not just people
acting it out."
The man replied, "So, you like artsy porn then."
The attendant thought for a moment, then "Yes, I'd
watch an 'artsy' porno; more than this." She held her
chin up as she said it, as if she was proud of herself
for making the statement.
The couple exchanged a long, knowing look, her hand
still jacking him off though his jeans, his finger
still teasing the opening of her pussy. Then the
silence, that was making the attendant uneasy, was
broken by the woman. "Go on, tell her."
The man leveled his gaze at the attendant, and cleared
his throat. "We have some, um, 'artsy' porn in my
bag."
The attendant just looked at them for a moment, her
mouth slightly open. She seemed to be at a loss for
words.
The woman continued for the man, "we can change this
movie out for that if you like."
The attendant stood up slowly and gazed toward the
front of the plane. The other two members of the
cabin crew where sitting in regular seats facing
forward, and most of the passengers seemed to be
asleep. The one that she saw reading had headphones
on. She sat back down and looked at the couple. "I
know you two are... having fun. If you watch a
porno..."
"I'm definitely going to have to open his pants up,"
the woman finished the sentence for her. "If that's
not alright with you, we can leave this one in."
The attendant thought for a moment, then came to a
decision. "You're okay with me watching you?' The
couple both nodded. "Then do it, 'cause I like to
watch."
The couple smiled as they disengaged from each other
so he could swap out the DVDs. As he did, the woman
undid the straps of her overalls, and then slid them
off her body. The attendant looked at her with wild
eyes as she sat there in her t-shirt and panties.
"You're serious about this, have you done this
before?" the attendant asked.
As the movie started and he settled back into his seat,
he replied, "never in a plane, never in front of
anyone."
The attendant replied quietly, "I've never actually
watched anyone in real life either, just porn." She
paused, then asked "Do you mind if I play with
myself?" in a very small voice.
Before the man could react, the woman answered "No, go
ahead; but we have to be able to see as much as you
can see, deal?"
"Deal."
The three sat in silence again as the movie progressed.
Like all 'artsy' porn, it showed plenty of action, but
also showed facial expressions a lot too. And it
pretended to have a plot. It was good quality, and
you could tell that the performers enjoyed the sex.
The man had turned the volume way down, so the
unmistakable sounds of a porno wouldn't fill the back
of the plane. As the film heated up, his hand slipped
into the woman's panties again, this time without
being hidden. The woman moaned and rocked her hips
against his palm, then reached down and undid his
pants. The attendant's eyes where as wide as saucers
as the woman pulled his massive erection from inside
the denim, then in one smooth motion swallowed it,
moaning with pleasure.
The attendant didn't want to be outdone, so as the
woman slowly sucked on the man's cock, she removed her
shoes, then reached under her skirt and removed her
panties. The couple looked across the aisle at her as
she sat sideways on the seat and put her left foot on
the arm rest and her right leg pulled out toward the
seat in the next row up. She faced her body toward
them, and they got a good look at her dark, sparse
pubic hair as she covered her mons and pussy with her
hand and started to rub.
The woman looked at the man, and slipped her mouth off
his erection. She whispered to him, "Watch her as she
watches me suck you off." Then she lowered her mouth
back to him, swallowing all of his cock and burying
her nose in his crinkly pubic hair.
The attendant watched raptly as the saliva-slick dick
disappeared into the woman's mouth. No one seemed to
be paying attention to the screen anymore, so the man
shut it, them moved the laptop out of the way and
closed the tray table. Then with his left had he held
the woman's hair out of the way so the attendant would
have a good view of the blow job he was receiving. He
replaced his right hand in the woman's dripping pussy,
causing her to moan around his cock. He turned to
watch the attendant.
The attendant was starting to breathe very rapidly now
as she gazed at the wanton display of sex in front of
her. With one hand she was briskly rubbing the top of
her mons where her clit was, and with the other was
moving her middle finger in and out of her with long,
deliberate strokes. He could plainly see the moisture
dripping down her ass as she pleasured herself. He
could also feel the moisture coating his right hand as
he pushed two fingers into his woman's pussy, then
started to curl and straighten them. The woman moaned
again around his cock, and the attendant gave a small
whimper as she slipped a second finger into herself.
Between the public location, the dogged attention of
the woman in his lap, and the sight of the cute young
woman desperately frigging herself for his viewing
pleasure, it was not long before he felt his orgasm
brewing. His right hand became still, and he closed
his eyes on the wonderful sight across the aisle as he
felt his balls tense with the coming release. The
woman felt it too, and latched her mouth around his
glans and stroked his length with her hand until he
erupted into her mouth with a small groan. She worked
her throat to swallow his seed, but the volume and
rate that it came out with overwhelmed her, and it
spilled out of her mouth around his cock, dribbling
down her chin and hand.
The sight of come leaking out of the woman's mouth
caught the attendant off guard. She didn't think it
would go so far as orgasm; and her own small orgasm at
the sight caused her to squeak with pleasure. After
the woman licked the semen up from her hands and face,
and from her partner's still hard cock, she stole a
glance over the seat back down the length of the plane.
The attendant looked too, and both saw that no one
seemed to be the wiser to their antics.
"That was sooo sexy" the attendant breathed as she sat
back down, her legs still spread, her slick pussy no
longer hidden by her hands. Her outer lips where
puffy with arousal, and her inner lips peaked through.
"He's still hard, which means it ain't over yet; not
till I come." The woman's voice was low and husky as
she quickly got the man to move to the middle seat.
He slowly stroked his saliva and come-slick member as
the woman proceeded to remove her panties. She
straddled him, facing the front of the plane, her
right foot on the floor, her left on the aisle seat,
so her torso was turned slightly toward the aisle, and
her leg would not block the attendant's view. "Can
you see?" she asked the attendant.
The attendant could only nod and finger herself as she
looked at the couple. The woman's pussy was shaved
hairless, and her glistening lips were almost pulsing
with her arousal. She could actually see a thick drop
of pearly white moisture drop from her vulva to the
man's cock as the woman gripped it and aimed for her
center. With a soft hiss, she spread her pussy lips
with the head of his cock, and lowered herself until
he was buried to the root in her hotness.
As the attendant resumed her animated masturbation,
she saw the man's eyes close with his groan, then open
and stare again at her fingers inside her pussy. She
sat up and moved so she was sitting on the arm rest
between the aisle and middle seats, and spread her
legs to make sure he could see her pussy as she
vigorously fingered her hole. With the attendant
sitting on the arm rest, and the woman sitting on the
man's cock, both their heads were above the tops of
the seats. They shared a quick glance to make sure
than no one else in the plane was aware of the sex in
the second to the last row, then they locked eyes as
the older woman started to grind her hips against the
cock she was impaled on. She seemed to be having
problems in keeping quiet, but kept grinding harder
and faster.
The woman leaned back against the man, and picked her
hips up, so he could thrust into her from below. She
abruptly reached up and peeled her t-shirt off, then
reached around and undid her bra. She gripped the
backs of the seats in front of her and held herself
steady. The man started to piston in earnest as he
reached up and grabbed a breast in each hand, rolling
and teasing her nipples.
The attendant could only work her pussy faster as she
watched the two. In a small, detached part of her
mind, she knew that if one of the other attendants
caught them, it would mean her job. But the rest of
her screamed about the fact that she had her uniform
skirt hiked up around her hips and was fingering her
sopping pussy, showing it off to the man across the
aisle, who had a completely naked woman riding his
cock for all she was worth
.
After a few minutes of this, the attendant slowed her
ministrations to gentle rub because she was getting
very sensitive. The man also slowed his thrusts, the
awkward position seem to be getting to him. The woman
sat down on his groin, and slowly ground against him
as she moaned her frustration.
"I want to come so bad, and I can't come like this."
She breathed. She brushed her hair from her face, and
rubbed her pussy and the man's balls between her legs.
She sat there for a moment taking deep breaths.
The attendant decided quickly that watching the man
fuck the woman and make her come was worth whatever
consequences of getting caught, and quietly spoke as
she leaned forward across the aisle. "You can use the
galley; it has a counter you can sit on while he fucks
you." She was surprised at her own directness at the
matter. She had just told two passengers that they
could use the galley for sex. To 'fuck'. And she had
every intention of bringing herself to orgasm while
watching them.
The woman sat for a moment, feeling the hard cock
inside her, feeling the need for her release, then
started to ask, "How will I get back there?"
The man said simply, "You'll walk; I'll block you from
view."
Without another word, the woman slid off his member.
It came free with a wet pop. She sank to the window
seat, as he stood up. He didn't even bother to hide
the wet, bobbing erection sticking out of his fly as
he stood with his back to the front of the plane. The
woman then simply stood up in front of him, brushing
her bare buttocks against his dick, and walked, naked,
to the galley. The attendant smoothed her skirt down,
and then carried her shoes back to the galley behind
them. When she got there, she whisked closed the
curtain that separated the galley from the bathrooms
and rest of the plane.
There was a bit more light in the galley, and they saw
each other more plainly. The woman's arousal was
apparent from her swollen, dripping pussy, and rock
hard nipples. The attendant's arousal was lessened by
the trip to the galley, but she quickly undid her
skirt and dropped it to the floor. Her sparse, black
pubic hair glistened with beads of moisture, and her
inner lips still puffed out from inside her pussy.
The galley had a counter that jutted out far enough
from the storage bins above it to be useful. The
woman sat on the counter, and spread her legs wide,
her pussy opening and wet. The attendant got onto the
counter next to her, and spread her legs wide also,
hooking one dark slim leg over the knee of the other
woman. As the man undid his pants and let his jeans
drop around his ankles, the attendant undid the rest
of the buttons on her blouse. The older woman pawed
at her sopping vulva and groaned in frustration at
having to wait any longer, and didn't seem to notice
at all that the younger woman's bare leg was now
touching hers. As the man extracted his cock from the
fly in his underwear, the attendant pulled her blouse
off, leaving only her bra. She then pulled her bra
straps down off her shoulders, and pulled her bra down
off her small, perky breasts. The couple sat and
admired the attendant who had quickly reduced her
clothing to a bra bunched around her midsection.
She actually didn't need the bra, as her breasts were
little more than round bumps on her chest. Her dark
areolas took up almost half of them, and each was
topped with a large, erect, nipple. The older woman
watched her sink two fingers into her pussy as far as
they would go, then closed her eyes and arched her
back as the man sank his dick into her.
He started to fuck the older woman with, long
deliberate strokes. He had already come from the blow
job, and could really work her without fear of having
his own orgasm too soon. He gripped her hips as he
started to pick up speed, maintaining his long, full-
length strokes. He watched the young attendant gaze
at the older woman's body, her eyes moving from the
mouth open in a silent scream, the heaving full
breasts and protruding, crinkly nipples, the outer
labia spread wide, the small glistening bead of a clit.
Mostly though she watched the enormous, veiny cock
that slid in and out of the woman's pussy, glittering
and shiny with think fluids from inside, pulling the
bright pink inner labia inside on each stroke,
stretching them out with each return. The attendant's
pace on her own engorged pussy quickened and a dark
red flush spread over her chest.
The older woman could be silent no longer. She moaned
out "Oh god, yes. You're so big, you feel so good,
fill me," in short raspy breaths. She was dimly aware
of the young blonde sitting naked next to her own
naked body, and that the man fucking her was gazing
intently at the blur of fingers at the blonde's pussy.
As she felt her orgasm building, she thought of the
sight that would greet anyone who would poke their
head through the thin curtain. Two women, naked or
nearly naked, sitting on the counter with their legs
spread wide, hip to hip, engorged sexes spread wide to
the world. One had a man, with his pants around his
ankles, pounding an enormous, rock hard erection in
and out of her pussy while he watched the other woman
desperately masturbate her own pussy, who was watching
the enormous, rock hard erection alternatively
disappear then reappear next to her.
Her thoughts were broken by the attendant's low voice.
"Fuck her. Fuck her till she comes. I wanna see her
come all over your cock." She was barely whispering,
almost as if she was talking to herself. The older
woman looked at the man, with his face covered with a
sheen of sweat as he locked eyes with her. As she met
his gaze, she spoke softly.
"Come on, you heard her... FUCK me." She drew the 'f'
in fuck out long, so she could put emphasis on it
without talking louder.
He stripped his shirt off, and then leaned forward, so
that as he thrust, his pubic bone would crush the
older woman's engorged clit as he started to really
fuck her. This caused her whimper and reach out for
the edge of the counter to steady herself from his
onslaught. On her left side, she simply grabbed the
edge where it met the side of the aircraft. Her right
hand though, grabbed several handfuls of slick, tan
thigh before she found the sopping counter edge
directly below the attendant's groin, between her legs.
As she pulled in for leverage, she pulled her wrist
against the crease between the blonde's pussy and her
inner thigh, snuggled against her working hand. As
she pulled against the counter tighter, she pulled the
blonde's hip even closer in against her own hip, and
the blonde's shapely leg, already crossed over the
older woman's leg, got caught between the man's hip
and his target. The attendant immediately pulled her
leg up and rested her ankle on the man's left shoulder
to get it out of the way. As a reaction, the man
nuzzled against the slim ankle as the beginnings of
his own orgasm started to build.
The older woman, however resentful she was of the
attention her man was paying the young woman earlier,
or that the young woman was paying him, now paid no
heed to the position of the young woman's leg or hip.
She was aware of the man starting to plant little
kisses on the ankle at his shoulder. She was also
aware of how she was holding the hips tight against
her own, and the womanly juices, not her own, starting
to dribble down her wrist and hand. She wasn't
jealous or worried. She felt a connection to the
woman beside her, could feel her rising passion. It
wasn't as strong as the connection she felt to the man,
the man and his cock impaling her with long and fast
strokes. But the connection with the woman did not
diminish the connection with the man. It added to it.
It added to the orgasm that was earnestly bearing down
on her, and in a moment would overtake her. It was
that small connection that made her open her eyes and
turn toward to young woman.
As she did, the attendant's eyes fluttered from were
they had been studying the couple's sexual act to meet
the older woman's eyes. She felt the connection too,
and by extension, the connection between the couple,
though just an inkling. Without a cock to fill her
own pussy, the connection between the two women was
much stronger for her. It overpowered her for a
moment, and though she had never contemplated doing
such a thing, she reached her left hand from her thigh
and placed behind the neck of the older woman, and
pulled in for a kiss. The two women met in a heated,
sloppy kiss, as if they had intended to do so since
the beginning. The kiss sent electricity through the
attendant's mouth straight to her raging sex. She
started to finger herself faster, sawing two fingers
in and out faster than she ever had. She put her left
hand on other woman's pussy, and pinching the clit
between two fingers, started to rub her mons. She
broke from the kiss, and feeling a need to contribute
to the older woman's impending orgasm, dropped her
mouth to one of the large, luscious breasts. She
sucked a nipple in and started to work it noisily with
her mouth.
The man watched with awe as the two women kissed. As
the attendant started to work the older woman's breast,
he leaned forward again, beginning to ram his cock in
and out with every ounce of energy he had. He felt
the attendant's head against his chest, her blonde
hair sticking to his sweat. He felt her hand trapped
between his pubic hair and his companion's bald mons.
He felt her finger tips brush the skin of his cock as
it slipped in and out. Then tilted his head back, and
felt his dick get even bigger, and his balls contract.
The older woman was so shocked by the blonde's bold
kiss and then attention; she didn't have time to
formulate an objection. The fact she automatically
returned the blonde's kiss with the same level of
passion didn't help. The combined action of the mouth
on her tits, the hand on her clit, the enormous cock
splitting her in two, the fact that at any moment, a
complete stranger (in addition to the complete
stranger already taking a larger and larger role in
the couple's sexual intercourse) could walk through
the curtain and berate them for the mess, AND a very
large orgasm wrapping its tendrils around her mid
section quickly removed all capacity for rational
thought.
It's hard to say how the dam burst; hard to say who
went (or came) first. At the same time the man buried
himself farther into the woman than he had yet gone,
erupting his jism all over her insides, the woman
gripped the counter to as if to pull sections of it
out, her stomach and pussy spasming. She pulled
herself up and bit the man's shoulder to keep from
crying out, catching the blonde's head between their
chests. As the blonde's leg slipped of his shoulder
from the angle, their chests muffled a long, thin
squeal as the blonde's pussy spasmed on her fingers.
When the woman released the man from her teeth and
legs, he stood up and shuffled backward. His somewhat
erect cock slid from her hole as he surveyed the scene.
The attendant rested her head on the woman's chest,
her left hand still working slowly on her own pussy,
her right resting on the other woman's sex. She
gasped for breath as she cupped the engorged lips with
her hand.
As the semen started to leak out of the woman's pussy
onto the attendant's hand, she gasped. "That's so hot,
I've never felt that before. Can I get more...?"
Without waiting for an answer, she slipped a finger
into the older woman's pussy, causing its owner to
draw breath sharply. She pulled a dollop of come out
and spread it on the pussy, then pulled another one
out. Sitting up, she slowly sucked her finger into
her mouth, tasting the combination of juices. She
started to work her pussy a bit faster, and signed.
"I, I..., I kinda need my bag" the attendant breathed.
She looked at the three of them. The only semblance
of clothing left on was her necklace, her bra bunched
around her midsection, and the man's pants around his
ankles.
"Why?" the man asked, the woman still catching her
breath.
"I came like three times, but they're not the best
kind. Um, I need something in me to have a good
ending cum."
"And your bag?" he prompted.
"I..." she paused, seeming embarrassed. "I have a
dildo in my bag. I can use it to really cum so I
don't want more."
The older woman smirked, then seeing the attendant's
crestfallen reaction, softened and put her hand on the
younger woman's thigh. "I don't think you need to go
running for your toy," she breathed.
The attendant gave the older woman a questioning look.
"But I wanna have a good cum. I just need my dildo
for a minute..." she seemed to plead, not
understanding what the older woman was implying.
The man sat on the jump seat across from the two women,
as the older one on his right rolled toward the
younger one on his left. She reached across their
bodies, and cupped her small dark pussy with her hand,
snaking a finger between the folds to test the wetness.
"Hey... I... You're..." the attendant couldn't seem to
form words anymore, but squirmed under the older
woman's attentions.
The older woman ignored the unformed objections, and
slowly rubbed her hand along the attendant's pussy.
She studied the young body beside her as she drew a
finger all they way through her slit, starting at her
soaked asshole, ending at her clit. The attendant's
dyed hair had come out of one her barrettes and was
plastered to the side of her sweaty face. Her body
glistened from her exertions, and she quietly gasped
for breath. A deep red flush covered her face and
neck, extending down to her small breasts. The
areolas dominating her tits were raised a quarter inch
from the surrounding flesh, and her nipples were
enormous.
The woman stood, and moved between the blonde's
outstretched legs. She kept her hand on the blonde's
pussy, slowing tracing her finger from clit to ass and
back again, and dragging deep between her lips as she
past the entrance. She bent down and gently kissed
the blonde's lips. Their kiss slowly gained heat as
they started to explore each other's mouths. The
blonde, who never before this had even thought about a
quick mouth to mouth kiss with another woman, reached
one arm around the older woman's neck, and grabbed her
hip with the other.
As the man sat and watched (and caught his breath),
the older woman broke from the kiss, and wrapped her
mouth around one of the blonde's nipples, sucking and
nibbling. The blonde sighed, then made a less
coherent sound as two fingers where pushed into her
pussy. The woman moved to the other tit as she slowly
finger fucked the young woman. As she did, she
marveled at the way attendant's sex clutched at her
invading fingers. Despite the young girlish curve of
her hips, the blonde's pussy was built like her boobs,
small and compact-inside and out.
The attendant gained a moment of composure, and opened
her eyes in time to catch the gaze of the woman
looking up from her breast. She held her gaze as she
ran her fingers though the woman's hair while woman
looked up at her, still teasing a nipple with her
tongue and working her fingers in and out. The
attendant made a whimper as the fingers were pulled
from her pussy, and woman moved from her breast and
down her chest, planting wet kisses on the way,
tasting the blonde's salty sweat.
She knelt between the attendant's knees, and gently
nipped at the attendant's small, roundish belly,
causing it to quiver. The attendant kept her hands on
the woman's head, as she watched the beautiful
curvaceous body move between her thighs. She drew her
breath sharply as the woman teased her navel with her
tongue. A moan escaped her lips, mixed with a small
girlish giggle as her belly button was French-kissed.
The woman ran her hands along the inside of the
blonde's thighs as she started to kiss and nip at the
juncture between her tummy and legs. Glancing back at
the man, who sat holding his semi-hard cock, she gave
him a smoldering look; then she sat completely on her
ankles between the blonde's spread legs.
She caught the attendant's eyes once more as she
stroked the taught, sweat-soaked skin on the insides
of her thighs. Then she licked her lips as she
lowered her gaze to the pussy spread wide before her.
The counter edge beneath the attendant's sex was slick
with the moisture from her earlier orgasms and arousal.
Her sparse, jet-black pubic hair was soaked. At the
top of her slit, a tiny clit poked out, asking for
attention. Her dark outer lips were pulled open by
her legs, and her pink inner lips jutted out from
their center. Between her bright pink folds, the
opening of her canal was just visible, marked by a
small drop of milky-white fluid making its way out.
More of the fluid was flowing down her crack, soaking
the brown crinkle of her asshole, and then finally
joining the puddle beneath her ass.
The older woman breathed deep, drinking in the younger
woman's dank musk. She caught the blonde's gaze again;
the young woman's eyes were both uncertain as to what
would happen next and pleading with desire. She
sighed as the woman's hands slid across the underside
of her thighs, then took hold of the slim legs just
below the hips. There was no uncertainty in the
movements of the older woman. She knew her way around
this kind of territory, and wanted to punish (reward?)
the attendant for breaking the barrier between couple
and onlooker by drawing out the young woman's pleasure
for a long time. It was a five hour flight, and they
had at least three and half to go.
The woman started to plant light kisses on the inside
of the attendant's thighs, tasting more of her sweat
and juices. The attention made the thighs quiver and
bounce. She slowly moved the kisses up towards skin
between the attendant's thigh and outer lip, but right
before she got there, she stopped and repeated the
action on the other thigh. The attendant was starting
to whimper with desire, squirming her legs around the
woman's head. The older woman thought to herself that
the attendant did not take delayed gratification very
well, but that just added to the fun.
As the woman teased the attendant's thighs, the
attendant pulled one hand up and reached for one of
her own breasts. Her small hand was just the right
size to cup her miniature tit, catching one big nipple
between her thumb and forefinger, seeming to coax it
to even greater size. She kept a rapt gaze on the
older woman kneeling between her legs, her eyes still
holding a hint of uncertainty.
As the attendant fondled her tits, the woman continued
to tease the attendant's thighs with light kisses and
nibbles. She would venture almost to her knees,
before making her way back to the very top of her
inner thigh. She moved her hands back from the
outside of the attendant's thighs, rubbing the palms
of her hands upwards from the very top of the
undersides, across her outer lips, up to her mons. As
she rubbed the palms of her hands up and down the
small wet pussy in front of her, causing the attendant
to close her eyes and tilt her head back, she turned
and looked at her lover sitting in the jump seat. The
sweat had dried on his body, causing it to glow. He
slowly worked the huge purple glans of his cock, now
fully erect from watching his woman tease the young
blonde's pussy. The woman knew that he would keep
himself at attention, but would work to keep his
arousal from rising too much, because he could sense
that she intended a purpose for that glorious organ in
his hand.
The woman's eyes glinted as the couple shared an
unspoken conversation, and then she turned back to the
pussy before her. She slid her hands back to the
outside of the blonde's thighs. Then she breathed
deeply, again drinking in the smell of sex and female
arousal, basking in the unique scent of the dark pussy
waiting for her. She decided that the attendant had
had enough of the kiss teasing, and was ready for
tongue teasing. She lowered her head, and nuzzled the
dark matted hair of the attendant's mons with her nose,
and then planted an opened-mouth, gently sucking kiss
on the young woman's clit.
The attendant's eyes had been closed, and the sudden
attention on her clit made her start. She snapped her
eyes open and stared at the woman at her pussy as her
mouth made an "ahh" sound. At the same time her pussy
contracted, causing the pink lips to almost disappear
into her insides before throbbing back out, just as
pink and puffy. Then a fresh drop of milky white
essence appeared at her entrance. The woman saw, and
then deftly caught the dollop with the tip of her
tongue. The pink pussy lips jerked again as the
tongue tip brushed them, and then jerked yet again,
harder yet, as the woman caught the gaze of the
attendant, showing her the drop of her moisture on the
woman's tongue, then pulling the tongue in and
savoring the taste. The whole exchange made yet
another drop of essence appear at the attendant's
pussy; the woman surveyed it for a moment, and let it
drip down the attendant's crinkly rosebud and onto the
counter-she didn't want to get the blonde too worked
up.
The woman planted another kiss on the attendant's clit.
Ignoring the quivering of the pink folds at the center,
she slow kissed her way down the attendant's pussy,
not stopping as she passed the entrance. She kissed
the v where the outer lips met at the bottom, and then
kissed the small patch of skin between pussy and
asshole. She ended it all by planting a small but
deliberate kiss on the attendant's tight, puckered
rosebud, giving the young woman a start. The woman
then started to kiss her way back towards the
attendant's mons. When she got to the small patch of
raven hair, she looked up to the young woman staring
at her, and made a motion of licking her lips. Then
she decided it was time.
She moved her mouth back down to the base of the young
woman's sex, and touched the tip of her tongue to the
woman's rosebud, causing another gasp. She pressed
with her tongue and licked all the way till she
reached pubic hair in one slow, solid motion. She
didn't take her tongue between the pink inner lips,
but rather just dragged them along as far as they
would go. She kept her tongue hardened to a point,
and licked all the way back to the attendant's asshole,
again not going between the pink lips, just along the
top. She repeated this motion a couple more times,
moving quickly, spreading moisture around. Then she
wrapped her lips round the puffy pink inner lips,
sucking them both into her mouth, massaging them with
her tongue and teeth. Ever so slowly, she worked her
tongue into the space between the folds. Hardening
her tongue to a point, she gently probed the
attendant's entrance. Then she used her tongue to
scoop out moisture, savoring the taste yet again.
She withdrew from the attendant's pussy, and planted
an open-mouthed kiss on the engorged clit, sucking the
nubbin into her mouth for a moment. She released it,
and slowly gave it one, two, three flicks with her
tongue. Then she picked it up with her tongue, and
held it, ever so gently, against her front teeth,
massaging it against them. The attendant responded
with low, incoherent moans, her one hand clutching the
older woman's head at her center, the other searching
as if she didn't know what to do with it. The woman
then lowered her head slightly and started to
earnestly work the attendant's pussy. Her tongue
spent spasms though the young woman's body, working
the entrance to her body, her clit, and small, tender
space between. The attendant's pussy started to leak
moisture faster than before, and the woman would
occasionally reach her tongue down past the
attendant's asshole, licking all the way to the top of
the slit, capturing the essence.
The attendant squeaked each time the tongue brushed
her asshole, and she let go of the woman's head,
gripped her own legs just behind the knees and pulled
her legs wider apart, causing her outer lips to almost
disappear into simple darker lines of skin surrounding
her bright pink inner lips, peppered with her dark,
curly hairs. The young woman let her gaze drift to
the man, quietly massaging the head of his cock,
watching his companion drive her into ever more
dizzying heights of arousal.
The woman moved to concentrate on the attendant's clit,
working the knob with her tongue, while she slid two
fingers into the offered hole. She marveled at how
tight and compact the space felt as she curled her
fingers upward, driving the blonde's arousal even
higher. She worked the engorged clit into her mouth
as she deftly worked a third finger into the sopping
pussy. The blonde gasped at the further invasion,
beginning to lose herself in the sensations coming
from her pussy.
The tight, sharp contractions of the blonde's pussy
walls forced the three fingers together almost
uncomfortably, and the older woman removed them, still
working the clit, licking at the flesh just underneath
its hood. The blonde's passion climbed rapidly. The
older woman thought to herself that it seemed a shame
that, apparently, no-one had given this young, dark
woman a proper tongue lashing before. The woman's
face was covered with a mixture of the attendant's
juices and her own saliva as she nuzzled the tickly
raven hairs on the attendant's mons with her nose,
working the clit beneath it with short flicks of her
tongue. Sensing that time was short, the older woman
started to tease the blonde's asshole with the pad of
her thumb, swirling the moisture about, just gently
applying pressure.
The attendant's breath was coming in short, rapid
spurts as her orgasm built up at the base of her spine.
The attendant could feel the muscles of her thighs
vibrate with the energy. When the woman started to
tickle her asshole, she filled her lungs with a
gasping breath, arching her back and pushing her tiny
tits high into the air.
"Oh... my..." She couldn't finish the sentence as the
orgasm took over her body. She could feel it draw
energy from every inch of her body, even her hair.
Everything seemed to flow towards her pussy, her
center. It was settling in a knot at the base of her
spine, the sensations from her pussy stirring it into
a vortex. The flashing tongue on her clit, the hot
breath tickling her pubic hairs, it all added to the
impending release. And the thumb pressing slow
circles on her rosebud gave it a sharp, unique flavor
she had never experienced. Her eyes lost the ability
to focus as the waves started to mount. Her mouth let
out a quiet, high pitched sound as the first wave
broke over her pussy, causing her thighs and tummy to
ripple.
The older woman felt the wave hit, followed by a flow
of moisture at her chin, then as the second wave hit,
and the attendant's body started to buck against her
face, her thumb, that she only intended to press
against the attendant's body, was snatched up by the
young woman's ass. The tight ring of muscle simply
relaxed as involuntary motions of the attendant's hips
pressed against the thumb, and the first knuckle
disappeared into the crinkly brown spot. As the
second wave finished and built back toward the third,
the muscle contracted and squeezed like a vise. Then
as the third wave came across, the muscle again
relaxed, and the woman's entire thumb disappeared into
the attendant's ass, completely unintended.
The completely new sensation of a thumb penetrating
her asshole simply reinforced the blonde's orgasm,
causing her to close her mouth quickly, closing her
squeal of pleasure with an "eep." She was entirely
aware of the waves flowing over her pussy, sending
visible shockwaves up her abdomen and down her legs.
She felt the walls inside her pussy contract on
themselves, sharply aware of the void inside. The
thumb filling the nether space just below was a
delicious counter-point, as the muscles of her ass
gripped against it.
The older woman sensed that even as the attendant's
orgasm wound down, her level of arousal did not
diminish. She slowly worked the pussy in front of her,
looking up and catching the wild-eyed gaze of the
blonde. Then she felt the man stand next to her as he
sensed that she needed him. Without looking she
reached out with a hand and captured his wonderful
cock with it, slowly starting to stroke him, not that
he wasn't suitably hard, but she simply loved the feel
of his dick in her hand.
The attendant's gaze shifted from the older woman at
her pussy to the man standing next to her. He had
removed the tangle of clothing from his ankles, and
had his hands on his hips. His dick stood up and away
from his body, seemingly even bigger than before. It
looked better than any she had seen before, in real
life or on screen. She gazed at it as the woman
started to stroke its length. Then she reached for it
herself, and caught the enormous glans with her small
hand. The flesh was slightly sticky from the dried
come and womanly moisture on it, but the flesh was
velvety and smooth underneath it all. She felt the
woman's eyes on her as the woman held her hand at the
base of the cock. The attendant started to stroke the
magnificent member. She marveled at how soft the
surface of it was, in contrast to the metal like
hardness underneath. Even with both women's hands
wrapped around its length, most of the glans peaked
out from the end.
The older woman then quickly stood, turned, and
passionately kissed the man, while both women
continued to slowly squeeze his cock. They both knew
what she wanted to do, so he moved out of her way,
pulling his member from the grasping attendant's hand,
as the older woman moved back to the counter beside
the blonde. The woman stroked the blonde's tummy as
the man moved between the blonde's legs. The woman
then reached down and took hold of his erection. The
blonde sighed with anticipation as the woman laid her
head on the blonde's tummy, just above her mons. She
touched the tip of his cock against the blonde's pussy,
and started to rub the glans up and down the slit,
gathering moisture. She felt the blonde jump at the
contact, then whimper with suppressed passion.
The woman lightly pressed the head of her lover's cock
against the attendant's inner lips, and gently started
to work it between the folds. The attendant gasped as
the glans pushed her apart. The woman then let go of
the cock, and lightly kissed the attendant's clitoral
hood. She turned up and gazed at the man as he
started to spread the attendant open with his cock.
The couple had a silent discussion about the need to
be gentle with the small pussy against the need for
the man to bury his manhood in it. The woman turned
her attentions back to the slit beneath her as the man
started to work his dick into it.
The man hissed as the hot velvety folds of the small
tunnel enveloped his cock. The inside of the
attendant, incredibly hot and wet, squeezed his dick
like a vise. The sight of the puffy pink lips being
stretched wide by his huge purple cock head as it
disappeared into the wetness beyond made his cock
twitch, which in turn sent quivers up the attendant's
tummy. He continued pressure, and as the glans
vanished into the attendant, her pussy started to
clamp down on the shaft. The attendant's eyes rolled
back into her head as the man's organ slowly filled
her, stretching her wide.
The older woman gently massaged the blonde's clit with
her mouth, as her companion's cock slowly sank into
the opening below. In one slow drawn out motion, he
sank into the attendant, until he felt the head of his
cock meet resistance. He then held still for a moment,
marveling at the feeling of the attendant's tight,
gripping inner space. He looked up to the attendant's
face, her eyes were screwed shut, and her entire body
was rigid. Slowly, he started to pull back. He
pulled out until he could see the swell of his glans
in the attendant's pussy, paused for a breath, and
then started to push back in.
As the man started to slowly thrust into her, the
attendant could barely breathe. The enormous dick
splitting her open filled her senses. At the apex of
each thrust, the tip would stretch open the deepest
reaches of her pussy, where nothing had touched her
before. The wonderful cock stretched her insides, so
she could feel every detail of its shape. She felt
the swell at the base of his cock head, the veins
tracing their way around the shaft behind it. The
velvety skin of it slid back and forth with his
thrusts, along the iron like rod inside. She reached
her hands up and placed her palms on his chest, as if
to steady herself against his invasion.
The older woman had ceased her attentions on the
attendant's clit, and simply gazed at the bright pink
lips as they clutched at the thrusting member. With
each thrust, the man went a little farther in, and his
companion sat up so her head would not be in his way.
She placed one hand on the attendant's mons, and
started to massage her clit. Supporting herself with
her other arm, she started to kiss at the side of the
attendant's face. Out of the corner of her eye, she
caught movement at the curtain, but when she looked it
was just swaying with the motion of the plane.
The attendant was oblivious to everything except the
hand on her pussy and the cock inside it. She
suddenly regained the ability to speak. "Oh, Jesus,
he's big." She started to lunge her hips toward the
man to meet his thrusts. "Oh, fuck me, oh I'm going
to cum" she whispered.
With that, the man started to pick up speed. He was
plunging in to the root now, capturing his companion's
hand between his pubic bone and the attendant's mons.
He reached down, grabbed the attendant's hips and
picked her ass up off the counter slightly, starting
to pull her toward him with each powerful stroke. Her
small pussy gripped his member with incredible
strength, her pink folds almost disappearing each time
his cock entered her. But then they would clutch and
hold on, each time he withdrew. As he felt her orgasm
building, he lengthened his strokes, so that his glans
would become visible each time, before spreading her
open anew.
The attendant's orgasm built with incredible speed,
and when it hit, she threw her head back in a silent
scream, thrusting her chest into the air and going
rigid. As the waves past over her pussy, she felt it
contract down on the man's huge cock. The
contractions rebounded back into her body, just in
time to meet and reinforce the next wave.
As the orgasm subsided, the man set the blonde back
down on the counter, and the woman removed her hand
from the sensitive, quivering clit. The attendant
collapsed in exhaustion, gasping for breath. The man
slowly withdrew; his cock slipping from the
attendant's pussy, shiny with her essence. The woman
slipped off the counter, and kneeling in front of the
man, wrapped her lips around his erection.
As the attendant started to gain composure, she looked
down as the woman noisily cleaned her moisture from
the man's cock. She sat up; pulling her quivering
legs together, and spoke in a quiet voice:
"He still so hard, I don't think I can take
anymore..."
The woman slipped her mouth off the cock in front of
her, and turned to the attendant as she stroked it
slowly. "I have something in mind." With that, she
stood, and whispered into the man's ear. Over the
sounds of the engines, the attendant could hear
nothing, but whatever was spoken, it brought a wry
smile to the man's face.
The man sat back down on the jump seat, as the woman
helped the attendant to her feet. As she guided the
attendant to kneel in front of the man, she leaned and
whispered in her ear. "Suck his cock..."
As the attendant moved to comply, the woman turned
around presented her curvaceous butt to her companion.
As he started to massage her buttocks, the attendant
did her best to swallow his dick. She could barely
get more than the glans into her mouth, but she caved
her cheeks in as she sucked greedily on his cock head.
As the attendant worked the magnificent member, the
woman bent down between her legs, and instructed her
in a husky voice. "Get him nice and wet with your
spit. Spread it all over his dick. Slobber on him,
I'm gonna need him nice and slippery."
The blonde glanced up and over her shoulder at the
older woman, then turned back to the man's dick and
deposited a large quantity of spit on the tip. Using
her hand, she spread the fluid up and down his shaft,
as she again wrapped her lips around his glans,
allowing salvia to leak from her mouth. After she had
gotten a fair amount on, she continued to stroke him
as she bent down and sucked on his balls.
As the attendant worked her saliva onto his cock, the
woman pulled her buttocks apart, presenting her
asshole to the man. He bent forward, and placed a
large drop of his own saliva just above it. With his
thumb, he spread the moisture around on the woman's
rosebud. He placed another drop of spit, and then
pressed the moisture into her ass, inserting his thumb
to its base.
The three of them continued this for a few moments,
the attendant working her saliva onto the man's cock,
the man working his saliva into the woman's ass. When
he sensed that his companion's ass was ready, he
grasped her hips and started to pull them down. The
attendant removed her mouth from his erection, and sat
back to watch the sight in front of her.
The attendant had figured out what was going to happen,
so she held the man's cock steady, aiming it for the
woman's descending ass. As the glans touched the
woman's asshole, she made a small circle with her hips
to settle it in place, and then sank in one smooth
motion, burying him to the root in her ass. A low,
closed-lip moan escaped her throat as she ground her
hips against his, savoring the feeling of his enormous
manhood filling her ass. She put her hands on the
counter edge in front of her, and pushed herself
against him, attempting to bury him as deep as
possible in her nether space.
The attendant sat on the floor between her legs,
watching the sight of his cock impaling the woman's
puckered asshole. She placed one palm on the man's
balls, and with her other hand, inserted two fingers
into the woman's pussy as far as they would go. She
massaged the tight balls as she flexed her fingers,
feeling the inner ridges behind the woman's pubic bone
in front, and the iron hardness of the cock behind.
The woman's pussy felt wonderful clutching at her hand,
just different enough from her own tight (and
currently well-fucked) hole.
As the older woman's passion started to rise, she
glanced back over her shoulder at the man. "Fuck my
ass," she breathed. He read her lips and felt her
need around his cock more so than he heard the request.
Taking a firm grasp of her hips, he pushed her up and
forward as he stood up. He moved to a standing
position, with his companion bent over the counter in
front of him, her large swaying breasts resting on the
sex-soaked surface, his cock still buried in her ass.
Their motion caught the attendant by surprise, and her
fingers slipped from the woman's pussy with a wet
sound. With long, slow, measured strokes, the man
started to fuck his lover's asshole.
The older woman started to push her hips back against
his thrusts, but the attendant between her legs
grabbed the man's hands on her hips, and held her
steady as she latched her mouth onto the woman's
dripping vulva. As the attendant's inexperienced
tongue started to work her sex, the older woman hissed
"Ohhh Goood...," and grabbed the cabinets above the
counter for support. Her companion's thrusts into her
picked up force and speed as his own need for release
built. Between the sight of his body disappearing
into his lover's ass, and the feeling of his balls
slapping into the young woman's chin, his erection
strained to new size with his arousal.
Between the relentless fucking of the now truly
enormous cock pounding in and out of her ass, and the
novice, but nimble and questing tongue at her pussy,
the woman's consciousness shrank to just her pelvis.
Her lover fucked her with his signature long strokes,
pulling back so even the glans came out of her ass,
and then plowing back into her until she could feel
his pubic hair mash against her skin. The young mouth
at her pussy was getting covered by her free flowing
essence, as well as the man's seed that had been
filling her womb just a moment before. The attendant
attempted to swallow the mixture pouring out of the
older woman's inner lips as she frantically worked the
clit with her tongue, but most of it dribbled off her
chin and traced lines down her chest and breasts.
The man and attendant worked the woman to a frenzy.
As her world shrank further to just her pussy and ass,
she grabbed the attendant's discarded skirt, and bit
down on the fabric to stifle her screams, lest the
entire plane would hear her passion over the drone of
the engines. Her orgasm built in the space between
her clit and ass, between where the attendant's
flicking tongue teased her nub and the deepest spot
where her lover's cock touched with each thrust. Her
orgasm exploded forth, forcing a torrent of fluid over
the attendant's chin, making her tight velvety ass
spasm on the man's invading cock. She screamed into
the ball of dark fabric in her mouth as her thighs
clutched inward, catching the young woman's head
between them. Her body convulsed over and over again,
as the man and attendant worked to keep their physical
connection with her.
As the woman's orgasm slowly subsided, the attendant
pulled her mouth from the woman's pussy, and simply
gazed at the sight of the magnificent cock still
fucking the woman's ass. A line of moisture still
connected her mouth with the woman's pussy as she
moved it in an attempt to suckle the tight balls
slapping the base of the older woman's pussy, enjoying
the sight of anal sex. The man never missed a beat,
and his thrusts moved his companion from orgasm to an
indescribable sexual haze as he pounded her hips,
working himself to release. While he still had some
control, he bent down and whispered in his lover's ear:
"Do you want me fill your pretty little asshole with
come...," he paused as the idea made the woman sigh,
then "Or should I cover the little girl's face?"
The woman simply whimpered, then gave a simple "yes"
as her answer.
The man replied, "Then hold her head," and
straightened back up, continuing his thrusts with more
urgency as his own release built.
The older woman reached down with one hand, and held
the back of the attendant's head between her legs.
The attendant simply rested her head against the hand,
and watched the sight in front of her.
As the man's orgasm approached, he stood on his
tiptoes; holding onto the woman's flared hips, his
hands covered by the attendant's small hands as she
held her face waiting at the woman's pussy. He
started to fuck her into the counter so hard the
cabinets rattled with the force, his hips slapping her
butt each time he rammed his cock in her. He felt his
balls contract as he past the point of no return, then
he breathed slowly to both of the women beneath him
"Here it comes..."
As he erupted, he buried his cock as deep into the
offered asshole as he could, pumping his seed into the
deepest reaches of his companion's ass. As he felt
the second spurt moving up his dick, he quickly pulled
from the woman's body, and felt his cock head touch
the attendant's chin as he covered it with seed. As
his orgasm continued, the involuntary movement of his
hips caused him to shoot his cream all over the young
woman's face, neck, and upper chest.
As the orgasm left him spent, the man collapsed back
down into the jump seat gasping for breath, his
quickly shrinking cock still twitching. The older
woman, slowly gaining control of her body, looked down
at the attendant sitting on the floor between her legs.
The young woman's dyed blonde hair was in complete
disarray. Her face, neck, breasts, and chest was
covered in the older woman's essence and the man's
seed. Her bra was still bunched around her midsection,
soaked with sexual fluid. She slowly rubbed the
mixture into the tanned skin of her breasts as she
licked her lips. The attendant had never had any
desire for the taste of cum, either a man's or her own
(she had never before tasted another woman), but the
taste on her lips was incredibly erotic amongst the
sexual glow radiating from her sated pussy.
The older woman pulled the attendant to her feet; then
embraced the smaller woman as she intermixed
passionate kisses with licking the moisture from the
tan face. When the attendant's face was clean, and
the semen and other fluid rubbed into the small
breasts until it disappeared, the attendant broke the
embrace and somberly reached for her clothes. The
rational part of her brain was slowly regaining power,
and told her that she had risked discovery and job
loss long enough in the name of wanton sexual pleasure.
The woman then tenderly embraced her companion, and
the couple shared the long slow kiss of lovers. As
the attendant was buttoning her shirt over her
readjusted bra, the man announced quietly, "I need to
wash up."
The man peeked through the curtain to make sure that
no one was looking then carried his clothes into the
lavatory. The woman sat wearily in the jump seat.
The attendant leaned against the counter and looked at
the scene with a detached eye. She was standing in
the aft galley of the plane, naked from the waist down,
while a completely naked passenger sat in the jump
seat in front of her. She breathed deep as she gazed
at the beautiful voluptuous woman, noting the sexual
flush of her face and breasts, the mixture of semen
and womanly moisture running down the inside of her
thighs. The woman's shaved mons and lips were just
visible, still engorged with arousal, just as her own
pussy still tingled with the memory of the wonderful
cock that had expertly fucked her a few minutes before.
The attendant's wandering thoughts where shattered
when the other female attendant poked her head though
the curtain. "You guys done yet?" she asked
cheerfully. Then, heedless of the two stunned woman
in the galley, she came in and grabbed two large
bottles of water from the cabinets next to the
opposite door. "We ran out up front, but you were
busy earlier, when I poked my head through." She
rested her hand on the young attendant's shoulder.
"Don't take too long putting yourself back together,
although from what I saw, if I were you, I'd be asleep.
But you're young and horny. And make sure you clean
up a little," she sighed, indicated the various
puddles of sex on the counter and floor, and then gave
the young woman what could only be described as a
"shit eating grin." Then she turned to the naked
woman in the jump seat, and her face turned to her
professional happy smile. "Are you enjoying your
flight, and our, ummm, service?" she asked. The woman
only nodded her head. The older attendant continued
"That's good, but we don't want you spending too much
time up and around, not in you seat." She smiled and
winked, then turned and briskly walked back through
the curtain toward the front of the plane.
The two women sat in awkward silence, then burst out
in quiet giggles, releasing the tension in the air.
Shortly after, the man exited from the lavatory,
dressed and clean, to find the attendant dressed and
mopping up moisture from the counter, and his
companion, still naked, sitting in the jump seat
enjoying the warm buzz she felt after energetic anal
sex. She looked up at the man and smiled warmly,
"could you be a dear and get my clothes?"
The man smiled and turned to fetch them, then returned
shortly to again shield his companion's naked form
from view as she entered the lavatory. When she
exited and joined him in their seats, the attendant
used the lavatory herself after retrieving her panties
from the floor across from the couple. When she was
finished putting her hair back in place, and
attempting to dry the bite mark in her skirt, it was
time for the second drink service of the flight.
Without asking, she wordlessly gave the couple two
cups full of ice, two cans of coke, and four single
bottles of whisky. She then gave them a knowing smile
as she moved to the front of the plane to ask for the
exit row's drink order.
The attendant sat back in her original seat when done,
and simply relaxed in the happy glow of good sex. The
man sat in the window seat, and his companion snuggled
next to him, as the sexual aftereffects and booze put
them to sleep.
After the plane landed, the attendant pulled the
couple's roller out of the overhead bin, and held if
for them as they waited to deplane. As they exited
the plane, the flight crew joined them. Bill and the
younger attendant walked slightly ahead, but the older
attendant hung back with the couple as they slowly
made their way up the jet way. She whispered to the
couple as they walked: "Well you can certainly tell
she's had her brains fucked out."
The couple looked at each other uncertainly for a
moment, and then the woman started to stammer an
apology for their tryst, when the older attendant
stopped her.
"No, I should be thanking you. She needed a good
boning for a while, ever since this new boyfriend of
hers. What with her not being home, and him not being
able to... take care of her when she is. I think you
did her, and me and Bill, a big favor. She's been all
flustered for a month, but right now she positively
glows. I'll have to remember this."
"What do you mean?" the man asked.
"Oh, just when she starts getting bummed, find one or
two agreeable passengers, hopefully one as well
endowed as you," she smiled at the man's crotch.
"Then take'em all to the back, and say 'Fuck her till
her brains come out her ears, and we'll give you a
free upgrade.'" She smiled, and gave the them a
couple of small slips.
"But what about when you saw us?" the woman began.
Sensing meaning of the question, the older attendant
answered in a low voice, "Don't worry about me. When
I get home..." she paused, a distant look in her eyes,
"by the time my husband wakes up, I'll be on him and
halfway to my first orgasm."
Later, when the couple was unpacking their belongings,
the woman mentioned to the man that the slips from the
older attendant were indeed upgrades to first class.
Then the man caught her attention, and held up a
familiar pair of panties he had just pulled from the
front pocket of their roller. They were too small for
the woman.
"Guess she wanted to give us a souvenir." The woman
remarked.
"Yeah, and she was sneaky about it," the man replied.
Then after some thought, the woman said to her lover,
"And we never even learned her name."
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