30,000 Feet

30,000 Feet 30,000 Feet

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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a 16 Hour plane ride can be boring, best to find something, or someone to do to occupy your time

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a 16 Hour plane ride can be boring, best to find something, or someone to do to occupy your time

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Submitted: March 05, 2017

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Submitted: March 05, 2017

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I looked at my watch. “Still another hour and a half before I’m due to be on the plane preparing” I think to myself. Why did I get to the airport so early? Now I have to sit around in my makeup and stewardess uniform waiting. There I sit, 18 years old just out of school and training to become what will hopefully be a fun career flying around the world. I’m slim build, C cup breasts and my ass is one I’m proud of. Long flowing brunette hair with blond streaks and a tight toned stomach.

As I sit watching the people around me rush to wherever they are going, Holidays, home, business, I notice a guy, must have been mid – late twenties, sitting there alone. I have never been an outgoing person, but something about him intrigued me, so I decided to get up and go have a chat to him. As I make my way over to the seat next to him my mind wondered what I was doing, while my legs hand no second guesses and kept me going true to him. I got to the seat and asked politely if anyone was sitting there. He looked up at me and replied with a no I can have the seat, before putting his head back down to the bar.

He was a big guy, 6’5 standing I would guess, solid broad shoulders, covered in tattoos. I wanted to make some talk. “So, where you heading” I asked, sounding full of confidence, yet trembling inside. He looked up again, and I got a chance to catch those beautiful brown eyes, a slight twinkle in them. He had a shaved head and very husky voice. “Heading out to the states, LA to be exact” he said with a slight smile. There was something about him, a pain in him. “Oh really, what flight?” he told me the flight number and as fate would have it we were on the same flight. “No way, I’m the Stewardess on that flight” I replied with a little too much excitement. “Ah, well at least ill have something nice to look at on the 16 hour flight ey” he said. I wasn’t expecting that and I blushed a lot. “Is everything ok? You seem a little down” I ask. “Ah, I was supposed to be on this trip with the missus, but she decided that some up tight suit wearing knob would be a better boyfriend” he replied. “Omg, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry” I say as I withdraw a little. “Its all good” he replied.

“Well, we have over an hour to kill before the flight, how about some drinks” I suggest before turning to the bartender and asking for 2 shots. “Drinks before you start work?” he asked with a laugh. “Ah, I can handle my alcohol. But when I get messy it’s definitely a sight” I say giggling. So we sit, doing shots of Vodka and having a jack and coke. We discuss everything, I find out he is 26 (I was 10 when he was my age, a little scary lol), he is part of a bike club that helps kids that are victims of abuse and he is a massive basketball fan. I tell him how I took this job for the money and to see the world. “Does this pay well?” he asks, “well, it was either this or hooking, and while prostitutes make more, I think my parents prefer this one” I say with a massive amount of truth to it, because I had considered it. I like sex, well, I love sex, but it’s a little difficult to have that conversation with family. “Escorting hey? Wouldn’t have picked you for that” he says. “What does that mean?” I asked in the sternest voice my body could muster. “Nothing bad, I mean you’re beautiful, but you seem like a bit of a goody girl” he explains. I lean over “well, maybe I’m just a bad girl in a good girl’s body” I say seductively. Suddenly my phone alarm goes off. “Oh, I have to go, better get ready for you to board” I say with a wink. “Well, I’ll see you up there then” he says

I’m on introductory and drinks duty, which is ok as I have time in between where I get to relax for a bit. Once everyone is seated and the plane takes off we start our rounds with the trolley. Asking every patron “would you like a drink or some food” with the biggest smile we can muster. Coming up to my drinking partner and I realise I never introduced myself, and I never got his name. “Excuse me sir, my names Erin, ill be serving your drinks this flight, is there anything I can get you?” I ask. He smiles, obviously knowing what I’m doing. “Hi Erin, I’m Rob, I could really go a jack and Coke to be honest” he says with a laugh. As I pour his drink I think, “Rob, what a sexy name” I notice my colleague on the other end is busy with someone else so I take the chance and write on a serviette. “I’m in LA for 5 days before I fly out, we should catch up at my hotel” followed by my phone number. I turn to hand the drink to Rob “here you go Sir, and don’t forget the napkin”. This put a puzzled look on his face and as I walked away I could hear him laugh, he obviously looked at it.

Throughout the flight I found myself looking at him, constantly trying to see if he was watching me, only catching him 2 or 3 times. I notice him get up and walk over, he was walking straight for me. I divert my eyes, pretending not to notice. “Excuse me, Erin, I have this bit of paper, I just wondered if you could point me to a bin, or possibly take it for me” he said handing it to me with that twinkle in his eye. He turns and walks back to his heat. I open the scrunched piece of paper. “Why wait?” is all it said. I had only worked on planes for 2 weeks, but I got to know them very well and knew there was an access hatch that lead down to the cargo area. Was never used as people were not supposed to be down there. I walk over to his chair, noticing the other passengers were either asleep or watching the movie with earphones. I lean down and whisper “follow 10 steps behind me” and started walking. I hear him stand and walk behind me, keeping his distance. “Joy, I’m going on break” I call out “no worries love” she replied. I turn the corner out of sight from the rest of the plane and wait. Sure enough around he comes. “So were clear here..” he starts to say before I cut him off “I’m going to suck you cock, you’re going to lick me, and then I expect you to give me the root of a lifetime” I say as I open the hatch to the cargo area. “Good, just checking” he says as he climbs down.

I close the door as I follow him, as soon as I land his hands are around my waist and I’m embraced with his kiss. His strong arms pull me to him. But I knew we didn’t have time for the affectionate play this time. I push him away. “Drop them and I drop” I say. Instantly his pants are undone and around his ankles. I get onto my knees and wet my lips. My pussy is excited at the site of this work of art called a cock. Thick and juicy and more that a hand full. I take him inside my mouth as deep as I possibly can, getting it nice and sloppy. 3 or 4 minutes later I can hear him moan “stop”. I knew he was about to cum. I stood up and turned around. “Let’s give you some time to recover” I say lifting my skirt and playing my hands on the wall. He didn’t need telling twice and his tongue went to work, expertly licking my clit from behind, sliding 2 fingers into my tight pussy. My knees start to weaken as my juices flow from me in my first orgasm in months. He stands up and lifts me, which was good because I couldn’t stand anymore. Slowly lowing me onto his cock I feel it part my lips. Taking time his time and being gentle he gets himself completely inside me. I start bucking back and forth, my clit managing to grind on his cock. He slams me against the wall and starts thrusting harder and harder. I could feel my cum running down my leg, loosing count of just how many times I did actually orgasm.

He was close and I could tell, I whisper to him “come on baby, let me taste you” and with that he drops me, I fall to my knees just in time to catch him man love in my mouth. His sweet salty juice flows down my throat. “Well, that defiantly makes the flight more interesting” he said. “How often do you do this?” he asks. “Never, you’re the first, and I think you should cancel your hotel and stay with me for the week, a lot more fun like that” I said with a wink as I put my soaking G String in his pocket. “ill call you later yea?” he asks. I kiss him tasting the two of us. “for sure”

I look forward to the next week.


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