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Fly Me
by Doghead_2000 (doghead_2000@dizzydoggie.org)
***
I was miserable when I boarded the nearly empty night
flight home. However by the time I arrived at my
destination a few hours later, the special service I
had received had brought a smile back to my face. (MF,
rom, oral, mast)
***
This story is total fantasy. The author does not
condone any form of violence towards women in any form
whatsoever. All women should be treated with the utmost
courtesy that they deserve as our mothers, wives,
girlfriends and friends. They are not the weakest sex
as is often portrayed, but they certainly are the
fairer sex. Where would we be without them? Treat them
like Angels and Princesses at all times, they deserve
it.
***
It was one of those days when nothing seemed to be
going my way. The business meeting had gone on far too
long and we had still lost the contract anyway. I had
rung my girlfriend to explain I that would miss our
first anniversary dinner, only to be dumped by her. By
the time I reached the airport I had also missed my
second rearranged flight home.
I managed to get switched to a later night flight,
however by the time that I had sat around the airport
lounge for five hours, I was fed up and absolutely
miserable with myself. This was how I was when I
boarded the plane.
There were only about a couple of dozen passengers
altogether on the flight and we were told to sit where
we liked by the flight attendants. I sat at the back of
the plane, well away from any of the other passengers
and tried to catch up on the evening's papers.
Once the flight had took off and climbed to our
cruising height, the main cabin lights were switched
off leaving the plane's interior just illuminated by
the dim night lights and passengers reading lights. One
of the stewardesses went round to check if we needed
anything and switched off the lights in the spare
seats. It was after midnight and most of my fellow
travellers had reclined their seats to get some rest.
A couple of times a stewardess came up to ask me if I
needed anything, without looking up from my papers, I
would mutter no thanks. A little while later the same
girl came back and stood next to my seat. I didn't
notice her at first but then she opened up the overhead
locker and stood on tiptoe, to rummage around inside.
As she did so her legs knocked against my arm
disturbing me from reading my paper. As I turned to say
something, I came face to face, so to speak, with a
pair of the loveliest legs I have ever seen.
The girl's short tight blue uniform skirt was riding
high up her thighs as she rummaged around overhead, my
words stuck in my throat as I shared at her nylon
covered shapely pins less that a foot away from my
face. As I watched she opened her legs slightly to
catch her balance, giving me a glimpse of the inside of
her thighs. I felt my cock giving a little leap in my
trousers as it began to involuntarily swell a little.
She suddenly looked down and seemed to notice that she
had disturbed me. With an apology she closed the locker
and lent right over me. The top couple of buttons on
her uniform blouse were open, and as she leaned
forwards, the top billowed open giving me a view of the
top of her breasts and straight down the valley of her
cleavage. My cock made another little jump as she asked
me if I was sure I didn't need anything. The surprise
of seeing both her legs and her cleavage so close up
had made me completely forget the newspaper on my lap,
which started to slip off on to the floor.
The girl reached forward and grabbed it with one hand
and pulled it back onto my lap, as she did so, her back
of her hand brushed over the swelling cock in my
trousers making it jump even more. When she asked if I
would like a drink, I only managed to stammer out
something about a Scotch, and she disappeared into the
galley.
I was totally confused, the show I had just seen must
have been totally innocent, and she was just doing her
job after all, wasn't she? Brushing my trousers had
been a pure accident as she grabbed for the paper, it
must have been. But God! She must have noticed my hard-
on; she couldn't have failed to notice it bulging under
my trousers. I was starting to get embarrassed now.
Should I ignore it, or should I apologies in some way,
I was getting flustered not knowing what to do.
Suddenly she was back at my side with a glass of Scotch
in her hand. As she handed it to me, I downed it in one
gulp. She smiled at me and then leaned forwards again.
Using two hands she took the paper from my lap with one
hand and gave my cock a light squeeze through my
trousers with her other. I nearly sat bolt upright at
the surprise, my cock did so on its own anyway. She
smiled at me sweetly and said, "Why don't you move over
to the window seat and get some rest, I'll fetch you a
blanket."
I didn't know what to say, so I just got up and changed
seats, acutely embarrassed at the bulging front of my
trousers, which I tried to hide with my hands.
She came back a few minutes later with a couple of
blankets and sat in the middle seat next to me. Leaning
over she draped one blanket loosely over my legs and
the other over her own shapely legs. She whispered in
my ear, "It looks as if we are the only two awake."
I felt her hand move under the blanket and cup my
raging cock in her hand through the material of my
trousers. As she gently squeezed and rubbed it through
the material it swelled up to full size, I didn't want
her to stop but it was getting very uncomfortable in
its enclosed confines. As if reading my mind she
unzipped my fly and released it, pulling aside my Y
fronts, to take its length into her hand. Slowly she
cupped the shaft in her hand and started to move it up
and down, gently squeezing and releasing as she did so,
sometimes flicking her thumb gently across the top of
the swollen bell end. I was in a state of absolute
bliss as she wanked me slowly off under the blanket.
I let one of my hands slowly roam under her blanket to
her legs and placed it just above her knee. When she
made no move to object, I started to slide my hand up
the inside of her thigh. As it slid up passed the hem
of her short skirt to the top of her thigh I was
surprised to find out that she was wearing those long
elasticated top stockings that didn't require support.
I was expecting to find that she was wearing tights in
a short skirt.
I have always found the struggle that you have getting
into a girls tights to be a real turn off at times like
these, so I was absolutely delighted at my discovery.
As my hand moved along the bare flesh of her upper
thigh, she opened her legs wider under the blanket. My
fingers reached the silky material of her knickers and
I could feel the heat of her pussy through the flimsy
material. I started to slowly rub my fingers up and
down the crotch of the material, feeling for the hot
line of her hidden crack below, I could begin to
clearly feel the lips of her swelling pussy as the
wetness starting to soak into her knickers.
Gently stroking her hidden love box through the now
sodden material, I slipped one of my digits under the
leg band and felt for her clitoral bud. It was swollen
into a hard knot of nerve endings, as I ran my finger
over its surface I felt her respond by squeezing my
cock even harder. As I started to slide the rest of my
fingers into her knickers to gain full access to her
honey pot she sat bolt upright. At first I thought that
I had done something wrong, then I heard the feint
sound of a buzzer over the ambient noise of the engines
coming from the direction of the galley. As she stood
up, she kissed one of her fingertips and placed it on
my cheek, saying, "Don't go away."
She was gone about five minutes and I could see reading
lights being switched on and off further along the
cabin. As I waited in frustration my cock started to
loose some of its urgency and started to shrink in size
as the blood started to drain out. By the time she
returned it had reduced to the level of only a semi
hard-on.
She stood facing me with her legs slightly apart and
reached under the blanket. As she inspected my deflated
state, I ran my hand up one of her legs to her pussy
and found to my amazement that she had removed her
undergarments while she was away. My surprised fingers
met her wet pussy lips and dived straight in. I
inserted two fingers gently into the opening while I
again sort her swollen clitoris with the tip of my
thumb to massage.
She took a step back and made a tutting sound with her
mouth while shaking a finger at me. "We have to wake up
your little friend a bit first," She said.
With that she knelt down on the floor in the gap
between the seats and pulled the second blanket over
her head. I felt her fingers once again wrap around my
cock, which started to spring to life as the blood
flowed back into it again. As it reached its full
swollen proportions and the head became ultra sensitive
again, I felt her breath as she gentle blew air across
the engorged bell end. As I felt her warm lips slide
over the head of my cock under the blanket, I nearly
blew my load into her mouth there and then, but she
must have realised the danger and expertly squeezed my
cock to apply pressure until the sensations passed.
When it was safe to continue she started to give me the
best blow job I have ever had in my life, gently using
her hands to manipulate my cock and balls while her
mouth and tongue played a magical tune on my flute,
sucking and nibbling at the swollen head, then diving
down to take most of its length into her mouth, then
flicking the tiny sensitive opening with her tongue.
I was unable to reach her gorgeous legs or the treasure
that lay between, with the way she was kneeling. So I
contented my self with slipping a hand inside the top
of her blouse and cupping one of her lovely breasts,
gently squeezing the warm flesh and tweaking the
swollen nipple I found there, as I lay back and buried
myself in all of the sensations I was getting from her
mouth around my cock.
I once again could feel the tension in my balls
building up, like the insides of a pressure cooker, as
she worked under the blanket on my groin. This time she
didn't restrict the flow and I felt myself swell and
stiffen even more as my juices exploded into her mouth.
I could feel her swallowing my seed as she kept her
lips tightly clamped around the head of my penis. As my
cock began to stop twitching as it pumped my semen into
her mouth she started to gently suck again on the head
to drain every last drop, before using her tongue to
lick all sign of my orgasm from my cock and balls.
Before coming up from under the blanket, she tucked me
gently back inside my underpants and trousers, and then
did up the zipper and top button. As she emerged and
sat back on her heels, her beautiful face lit up into a
great big smile and she blew me a kiss. As she got up,
she straightened up the blankets and said, "You relax
and I'll see you again later." With that she skipped
off down the aisle towards the galley again.
For the next half hour or so I could see her head
moving around in the cabin, tending to passengers and
making coffee for the flight crew, however she didn't
come back over to me. One of the other hostesses came
over and offered me coffee, which I accepted
gratefully. There was no way I could relax or rest
after the experience I had just had with that girls
willing mouth, or at least not while she was still only
a few yards away from me.
Finally I saw the girl who had served me coffee
approaching me along the aisle, she was stopped my
newfound friend who spoke to her. I saw the other girl
look over in my direction and then nod her head, before
turning away again and heading back down the aisle. As
she walked away I saw her cast another glance in my
direction before disappearing through some dividing
curtains.
My stewardess returned and collected my empty coffee
cup. She gave me another sweet smile and said, "Why
don't you go back to the washrooms and splash some
water on your face to freshen up? The one on the right
is the best one." And as she turned to take the cup
back she flashed a really big smile and added, "You
don't have to lock the door if you don't want to." With
that off she went again.
Well! The meanings of her comments were crystal clear.
I leant forward across the seats to look down the aisle
and watched as she walked away from me. Those long
shapely legs, that short tight skirt and the way that
her taught perfectly shaped buttocks could be seen to
roll from side to side as she walked. I felt myself
already beginning to rise to the occasion. My cock was
making the decision for me. I left my seat and headed
for the toilets, which were behind the seat where I had
been sitting. Opening the door to the right hand side,
I went in and shut the door behind me, leaving the
catch in the unlocked position.
Looking around, it suddenly dawned on me just how
cramped it was. There was a stainless steel toilet and
washbasin, and a small narrow shelf running around the
room at waist height, the only other thing in the room
was a mirror on the wall. I had heard of people making
out in the washrooms of airplanes, the so-called Mile
High Club. However the opportunity to try it myself had
never arisen, or at least not until now. It seemed as
if the room was far too small for such an active
pastime.
There was a soft tap on the door, as I went to open it,
I suddenly thought, what if it isn't her? What if it's
someone who wants to use the loo? What if? What if?
Bucking up the courage I opened the door a crack and
looked out, straight into her smiling face. I swung the
door further open and she squeezed in through the gap,
as she did so her breasts and hips brushed hard against
my body sending shivers through my spine.
In the cramped tiny room I was at a loss as what to do
or how to start. She seemed to sense this and took the
lead. She first undid the buttons on her blouse and
pulled the two sides apart. Reaching behind her back,
she unhooked her white lacy bra so that it was hanging
loose over the tops of her breasts. Then she grabbed
hold of the hem of her short skirt with two hands and
wiggled it over her hips and up to her waist.
Reaching between us she started to undo my belt buckle
and then lifted herself backwards until she was half
sitting on the small shelf, showing me that she still
wasn't wearing her knickers. I got the message and
continued to undo my trousers. As I did so she opened
her legs wide and started to massage her pussy with one
hand and use her other hand to rub the nipples of her
breasts under her open bra. Once my trousers and
underwear were down around my knees, I shuffled
forwards to stand between her spread legs. One of her
hands reached down to grasp my already swelling cock
while her other hand reached around my neck and pulled
my face towards hers.
As we started to kiss, I slid one hand to her pussy and
took hold of one of her fine breasts with the other.
While we wrapped our lips together and she started to
explore my mouth with her tongue, I slipped the first
of my fingers inside her cunt lips. She was wet and hot
down there, as I massaged her clitoris with my fingers
and started to slide a second finger into that hot
moist opening I could feel her starting to tremble
slightly. Without any further delay, I pushed my hips
forward and she guided my swollen cock into her cunt
opening.
Our sex was not that of a loving couple entwining our
bodies in a loving embrace. It was pure animal lust as
we each fucked and used each other's body in search of
sexual release and selfish satisfaction. I pulled her
forwards, embedding her deep onto my pumping cock as I
drove into her cunt for all I was worth. She responded
by wrapping both arms around my neck and using them to
pump herself up and down on my cock in time to my own
thrusts.
In both our heightened states it didn't take long for
us to build up to a crescendo of passion ready to
burst. I felt my balls beginning to ache as they
prepared to unleash a torrent of my seed deep into her
burning womb. Her breath was coming in short pants as
she herself started to crest the hill of passion. As my
orgasm started to irrupt in a volcanic explosion of
sperm into her love tunnel, she threw her head back and
let out a long moan as her own body shuddered and
reached its orgasmic climax.
We just held on to each other for what seemed like
hours without speaking as our bodies came back down to
reality. Finally she spoke and told me that she had to
go, as she needed to start preparing things ready for
landing.
Nothing else was said as we sorted out our clothing and
made ourselves presentable. I slipped out of the door
first to return to my seat, leaving her to use the
washroom to clean up in. Without her knickers on she
would not be able to walk without leaving a tell tale
trail of our secret rendezvous, so I allowed her the
privacy she needed to sort things out. As I returned to
my seat, I noticed the other stewardess who she had
spoken to earlier, she was looking in my direction and
I'm sure she gave a little wink in my direction as I
sat down.
I only saw the girl after that, as she moved around the
cabin speaking to the other passengers and stowing away
equipment ready for landing, she totally ignored me at
the back of the plane and I was checked by a third
stewardess as the plane started its descent. As we came
in for landing I suddenly realised that I didn't even
know the girls name.
I wanted to speak to her and ask her out for a date, so
I remained in my seat until all the other passengers
had started to leave the aircraft before I got up and
collected my belongings. As I approached the doorway
where she was standing with the other stewardesses, the
others turned and started to busy themselves tidying up
the cabin and collecting their own belongings.
As I started to speak to her, she held up her finger to
my lips to silence me, when I pulled back, she kissed
her fingertips and touched my cheek with them, then as
I watched she took a wedding ring from out of her
pocket and slipped it onto her finger and said, "My
husband wouldn't like it, I just thought you needed
cheering up a little."
I was gob-smacked and started down the stairway towards
the tarmac, As I made my way across the short distance
to the terminal building, I Looked back and saw her
greet and kiss the pilot, who was twice her age and
walk arm in arm with him towards us. I started to smile
as I turned into the terminal to collect my bags.
"Thought I needed cheering up," she had said.
An even bigger smile came to my lips. Well that, she
had certainly done.
***
Since that night I have always tried to get the office
to book me on the late night flights when I have to go
away on business, telling them that I can sleep on the
plane and arrive refreshed. However I never saw her
again or found out her name, and I have certainly never
experienced such a pleasant flight, as on that special
night.
The End
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