Cabin Service

You get up and enter the aisle, heading aft. You do a few awkward laps back and forth, feigning interest in the bathroom or needing to stretch your legs in the hopes no one will notice you loitering.

It's on your fourth time down the aisle that you finally spy the flight attendant, pouring herself a cup of coffee in the tiny supply room. Your eyes meet, and you watch as recognition spreads across her face, ending with her brightly-painted lips curling into a wicked smile.

The flight attendant brings a single finger - ending in a long, lacquered nail - to her blood-red lips, gesturing the universal sign for subtlety. Then she turns around and rummages in the supply closet, bending over at the waist with an exaggerated motion that gives you a clear view of her ass sticking out, clearly outlined by her tight uniform skirt. She turns around, marches across the aisle to the nearest bathroom, and affixes what you can now see is an "out of order" magnet to the door. She gestures for you to enter, and you don't hesitate, marching into the tiny bathroom and trying to keep a stupid grin off your face.

She closes the door behind you, but you know better than to call out for her. Instead you wait, jittery with excitement, wondering if you should disrobe. After a minute, you're already entertaining the possibility that maybe she's playing a prank on you, locking you in the bathroom, but then you hear the door handle turning. The flight attendant slips inside and closes the door behind her, leaving her body incredibly close to yours. You're not sure if it's just the tight fit of having two people in one bathroom, or if she's deliberately standing close to you, but you don't care. Her sweet floral perfume fills your nostrils, and you swear you can feel the heat radiating off her body.

Then next thing you know, your lips are mashed against hers, sucking greedily. She giggles between kisses as your bold hands slip under her short skirt and grab her ass, squeezing it and savoring the smooth feeling of her stockings. Her own hands drag down the length of your chest until they reach the bulge in your pants, gripping it tightly.

You pull back to see a mischievous grin on the flight attendant's pretty face as she reaches between her breasts and pulls out a single packaged condom. She drops to her knees and begins to unbuckle your jeans, pulling out your already-hard cock, then expertly tears the condom from its pack and rolls it down your length with a smooth, practiced motion. It feels strange to be encased in latex after so many years of exclusively raw sex with Lily, but you decide it's a small price to pay for this incredible experience with a new woman.

Your body feels flush with heat, and you pull your shift off over your shoulders. The flight attendant doesn't waste time, planting kisses all over your cock that quickly give way to slobbering and sucking, as she works hard to get your cock nice and wet. You can't help but admire the way her wide mouth and full, red lips manage to wrap around your cock so effortlessly, taking you more readily than your fiancee's smaller mouth ever could.

The flight attendant turns her head to the side and takes each of your balls into her mouth, suckling on them as she strokes your cock with her small hand and delicate fingers. You feel her tongue fluttering against the sensitive skin of your sack, and hear the lewd squelching sound of her fist pumping your slick, sticky cock.

Abruptly, your lover pops your balls out of her mouth and releases your cock. Then she presses her palm against your chest and shoves you backwards. You stumble, then fall back onto the closed toilet seat cover with a loud thump that you hope no one outside notices. You look back up in time to see the flight attendant - now with her back to you - bent slightly forward so that has ass is stuck out towards you. She hikes up her skirt, exposing her firm ass in the shiny sheer fabric of her pantyhose. Then she hooks her fingers in the top of her hose and drags it down, inch by inch, exposing her ass and smooth pussy-lips, which are the same delightful warm tan color as the rest of her body. She scoots back, her heels clacking on the floor, and you reach out to grip her petite ass to help steady her (and to cop a feel, of course).

When she's finally in position, her ass dangling over your cock, she begins to sit down, and you use your free hand to hold your rock-hard cock upright as she closes the gap between your bodies. You find yourself holding your breath as she lowers herself down, and you stifle a gasp as you suddenly feel the burning heat of her pussy against the sensitive tip of your cock. That warmth envelops you, flowing down your length. She lets out a moan of pleasure, and you are shocked to realize half your cock is buried inside her already. She bobs up and down a few times, faster than you're used to, then abruptly sits down. Her rump slaps against your thighs, and you're flooded with pleasure as her tight grip slides down to the sensitive base of your cock. You haven't felt yourself bottom out in years, and the sensation threatens to bring you to climax then and there. You clench, fighting the biological impulse to ejaculate deep inside her, and somehow manage to stave off orgasm.

The flight attendant begins to ride you properly, reverse-cowgirl, and you help by grabbing her by the hips, pushing her up and down your length. Her pussy feels glorious, the way pussy was meant to feel, gripping you from tip to base and back up to tip. It's not as tight as Lily's, but that means you can thrust harder and faster without fear of hurting her or cumming immediately.

Unable to restrain yourself, you grab your lover tightly by the waist and push yourself to your feet, eliciting a surprised squeak from her. You waddle to the front of the lavatory and press her against the door, then start thrusting into her, your strokes fast and deep. Her head is beside yours, her hair clinging to your face and her strong perfume filling your nostrils as you pump away inside of her. You hear her hiss with pleasure as you give her the satisfaction she's clearly been craving, your weight pinning her against the airplane bathroom door. A moan begins to rise in her chest. It lingers in the back of her throat, but each time you bottom out inside her some of it escapes, growing louder with each successive thrust. You realize you're grunting from the exertion and the pleasure, and the latter rolls over you like a giant wave.

You sink into her one last time, savoring the depth of penetration that feels so alien and yet so instinctively right at the same time. Then you feel your cock twitching as you cum. You hold yourself buried inside of her until you're spent, then carefully pull back. The flight attendant turns around, a smirk dancing across her lips. It occurs to you that you have no idea if she managed to cum, but before you can say anything she grips your cock with one hand, and carefully slips the condom off. She ties it shut with a quick overhand knot, then tucks it into her cleavage, perhaps as a trophy from your tryst.

"Thanks, cutie," she says, her voice slightly ragged but her diction perfect despite a strong accent. "That was just what I needed. I hope you enjoyed your in-flight entertainment," she adds with a smile and a wink.

She adjusts her blouse, smooths the wrinkles from her skirt, then blows you a kiss and slips out the door.

It takes you a few long moments to regain your composure. Then you redress and splash some water on your face. As you look at yourself in the mirror, reality sinks in. You just experienced something amazing, but the euphoric high of the encounter is tempered by incredulity - despite her words, could Lily really be okay with this?

The thought fills your mind as you drift back to your seat, and you have virtually no memory of the short walk. You find yourself back at your aisle, hand on the headrest, excusing yourself as you slip past your neighbor and take your seat. Your eyes are drawn magnetically to Lily, searching for some sign of how she feels so you can choose your words appropriately. Not that you have any idea of what you might say.