The steward opens the door

The sexy steward opens the door. His arrival brings a smile to your face. He closes the door and promptly locks it.

"Maam, can I assume you wish to join this airline's Mile High Club?" He said smiling, as he gave you an appreciative look-over.

"Yes, I've wanted to for some time." You say returning the look and boldly placing your hand on his crotch. "And the moment I saw you, I knew you'd be the perfect man to 'initiate' me."

He let out a low groan when you touched him.

"Maam, I'd be more than happy to do so." He said this as he softly, but firmly squeezed your breasts.

"Mmmm," you moan happily. It had been awhile since another man had fondled you like that. However, as enjoyable as this was, it wasn't why you invited this young stud to join you. You reluctantly removed his hands from your chest and turned around and braced your hands on the the edge of the toilet, your ass pressing against his crotch. A cheeky smile came across your face. "If you would be so kind.

He smiles back at you as he reaches down and pulls your skirt up slowly, caressing every inch of bare flesh with the tips of his fingers. Another moan escapes your lips. The skirt is now pulled up completely over your ass. He looks down with a grin at the black thong you had chosen to wear. He lightly palmed each cheek before give a sudden and firm squeeze.

"You are a very beautiful, sexy woman." he purrs in your ear while he pulls the thong down. Your naked pussy is now pressed against his, infuriatingly, still clothed crotch.

"Take the fucking pants off, now." You demand in a low, but authoritative growl.

"I love forceful women." He quickly unzipped his pants, pulling both them along with his underwear off in one fell swoop.

You could now feel his naked cock pressed against your pussy, and with a sudden, hard thrust he entered you.

"Ah, fuck!" You say muffled by the steward's hand over your mouth. You temporarily forgot you were in the bathroom of an airplane. It was good thing he reacted when he did, but damn that felt good.

"Sorry beautiful, normally I love to hear a woman enjoy herself, but I don't want to lose my job or get you in trouble either." He explained to you, but then with another thrust into you said: "Though I couldn't think of a better reason to get fired."

You manged to keep your next moan under control. You looked back at him and nod in understanding, appreciating his sense of discretion.

"No problem, but could you continue please?"

He doesn't answer with words, but with action as he begins to thrust into you repeatedly.

"Oh God." You manage to cry out softly. As any man who has ever been with you can testify, you're a screamer and love to to express how good you feel. So it frustrates you having to keep quiet. "Give me my panties."

He stops temporarily, and awkwardly picks up your thong and hands it you.

"Thank you, continue please." You say and then put the underwear in your mouth and clamp down on it. Not your preferred method of keeping quiet, but there was no way you could do it on your own.

Now he was going faster and now you could moan a bit more freely, your panties muffling the sound. Now this was more like it. As you were really starting to get off, a knock came at the door.