Straight Female / 32
Working as an airline stewardess is a tougher job than can be imagined, especially as flights began to be crowded. I started at 21 and I'm still at it, at 32. There have been no flight emergencies ever, no landings in the Hudson, etc.
In my second year I noticed a fellow, rugged if not altogether handsome, he reminded me of the old Hollywood actor, Charles Bronson, but younger, as he might have appeared 50 years ago. I asked the other girls if they were familiar with him and two said, Oh, sure, "Bronson" so they at least agreed with me on that. They said he was a quiet but fine gent. I recognized his Bay Rum aroma that I always liked on my dad.
That Christmas time of my second year, everyone was in a party mood and I noticed Bronson get aboard my flight. He looked particularly masculine and definitely turned me on. We were on a long flight from coast to coast on a red-eye and, lights down, most passengers were asleep. I got a ring from Bronson's seat and he asked for a diet coke. He was parched, he said.
Nervously, I brought the coke with a little note on it. On the note, I had jotted down, was, "Mile High Club? --- second toilet."
I went there and pulled my panties down lifted my skirt, gave my pussy some rubbing and bent over the tiny sink. In a few minutes I heard the small door open and close, then switch to snap closed. Moments later, my head ducked into the sink, resting on my forearms, I felt a powerful tongue bathing my entire crotch, asshole and my clit being sucked hard. It was heavenly. Then, a terrific, long, rock hard cock slid into me and pumped away like mad. My head felt like it was on a carousel. Soon, amazingly, I felt that I was coming and there was a lunge deep into my vagina as we both came, simultaneously. The little room smelled of sex and Bay Rum.
It was the sweetest fuck I ever had.
It never happened again but we each always had a Cheshire Cat grin on our faces when we saw each other on flights. I guess I'm more like bragging than confessing here but once in a while, shit, you make a risky move and you win. I never knew anything more about him beyond his Bay Rum and his superb fuck. Try it, you'll like it.
In my second year I noticed a fellow, rugged if not altogether handsome, he reminded me of the old Hollywood actor, Charles Bronson, but younger, as he might have appeared 50 years ago. I asked the other girls if they were familiar with him and two said, Oh, sure, "Bronson" so they at least agreed with me on that. They said he was a quiet but fine gent. I recognized his Bay Rum aroma that I always liked on my dad.
That Christmas time of my second year, everyone was in a party mood and I noticed Bronson get aboard my flight. He looked particularly masculine and definitely turned me on. We were on a long flight from coast to coast on a red-eye and, lights down, most passengers were asleep. I got a ring from Bronson's seat and he asked for a diet coke. He was parched, he said.
Nervously, I brought the coke with a little note on it. On the note, I had jotted down, was, "Mile High Club? --- second toilet."
I went there and pulled my panties down lifted my skirt, gave my pussy some rubbing and bent over the tiny sink. In a few minutes I heard the small door open and close, then switch to snap closed. Moments later, my head ducked into the sink, resting on my forearms, I felt a powerful tongue bathing my entire crotch, asshole and my clit being sucked hard. It was heavenly. Then, a terrific, long, rock hard cock slid into me and pumped away like mad. My head felt like it was on a carousel. Soon, amazingly, I felt that I was coming and there was a lunge deep into my vagina as we both came, simultaneously. The little room smelled of sex and Bay Rum.
It was the sweetest fuck I ever had.
It never happened again but we each always had a Cheshire Cat grin on our faces when we saw each other on flights. I guess I'm more like bragging than confessing here but once in a while, shit, you make a risky move and you win. I never knew anything more about him beyond his Bay Rum and his superb fuck. Try it, you'll like it.
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