A conversation

You easily find the washrooms but both have the occupied sign on. You lean against the wall and wait, still savouring the touch and feel of Keith's hands and cock.

"Waiting, hon?" a voice asks, and you turn to see the stewardess smiling at you. For the first time you really notice her. She's a pretty medium sized blonde, with round firm breasts restrained by her uniform.

"Yeah...but what can you do?" you reply with a smile.

"Mmmm...yeah..." she laughs. "Nice to see you enjoy Mr. Langford's company." She gives you a mischievous smile, arching an eyebrow as she does. You blush, thinking that she must be well aware of what happened in the seats.

"Hey, no need to blush, girl. We've all been there. Rich, smooth talking man. Hard to resist," she chuckles. "I couldn't."

"You..." you stammer.

"Yeah, but not in the seats. I dragged him back here and we fucked in the washroom. God he's got a great cock," she smiles wistfully. "He flies with us a lot, and he likes women, and he's generous, and my God he can fuck."

"He invited me and my friends to his cabin..."

"Oh hell girl! Grab onto that! I've never been but I've heard stories. Lots of rich powerful men, lots of fun. A girl could do worse. Hey, there's the door and a room open. Let me give you some mouthwash. No offense but you've got a little touch of cock breath."