Stewardess Interruptus

"Um, hey Alex." Lauren's throaty, familiar voice pierced my ecstasy. "The stewardess is coming back."

"Shit!" I said, guiltily resuming my fake search in the baggage area with one hand and putting my penis away with the other. Meanwhile. Stacy stowed her boobs and moved back to the window seat.

My raging, pulsing, aching cock was fighting to get out of my pants as the flight attendant approached my seat. "Did you need something, sir?" she asked sweetly. The girls around me laughed, causing her to give them the stink eye.

"No, that's okay," I said, grabbing a book out of my backpack. "I found what I was looking for." I sat right down.

The flight attendant bent over and whispered, "Sir, if these girls are bothering you, I'd be happy to relocate you. There is a seat available in business class." Seemed to me that she had a vendetta against giggly teenagers and assumed I felt the same way. Of course, _she _wasn't blindingly horny and in control of one of these little fuckers, so she couldn't appreciate the situation I was in.

"No, no, that's OK," I said. "These young women are very friendly. I'll be fine here."

She looked genuinely surprised. "All right, sir, if that's what you prefer."

"Yes, thank you for asking, though!"

Once again she walked away, prompting a quiet, mocking "All right, sir, if that's what you prefer" from Stacy. Apparently, being silently labeled a delinquent made her much closer to me as we shared a "common enemy." "And what do you prefer, Sir?" she said, even more playfully.

I had to think. We'd be landing soon, and I was only going to cum once anyway. What was the best way to milk the most out of this situation?

"All right," I said. "Here's what we're going to do..."