The Hottest Ever Flight Hostess Is My Girlfriend

A story of a sudden infatuation, a sudden moment of out right lust. I was on a trip in Africa and flew down on Air France, business class. The hostess was young, young by airline hostess standards. She said thirty. Efficient. But it was a long flight in the middle of the night and I found myself talking to her in the galley. She came from a small town in the Loire valley. A Catholic family with lots of siblings. She chose to be a flight hostess to see the world. We talked for an hour or more before I went back to my seat. She brought me a Cognac and smiled at me.

Her crew was housed in the same hotel that I was. In the morning, around eleven she was out by the pool topless getting some sun. I sat and looked at her, small without her uniform, her body in a small bikini, unaware or just not caring, that the men inside were staring. I had enough, I mean really, I went outside and sat beside her and asked her to cover herself up. Nice tits, I said, but you can't do this. Show me your tits, but don't show everybody.

What happened then was an escalation and a surrender. She agreed to cover herself, I asked her to show it all to me, she had already crossed the line and now I wanted her, She put her top back on and she got her towel and personal items and we went up to her room where she dropped her top and bottoms, turned to me, facing me, totally nude and barefoot. Do you like it, she asked. What are you going to do to me? she asked.

I had no answer to that question, so I showed her. We went at it a couple of times, she wasn't a passive flower, she wanted it, wanted to have sex and she showed me that youth conquers age every time. We ordered some room service and sat around naked, she let me admire her body. She played with my penis off and on, examined it like a j*weler examines a gem. She laid back and let me examine her too, on my stomach up between her legs I nibbled on her, kissed her, used my tongue to touch her, until she dripped from her vagina, then I fucked her again.

There is a big difference between men and women. Women use their bodies as beacons to attract you, men want it NOW, women want to be slowly brought to that moment, when they themselves need it NOW. European women are much more empowered with their bodies. American men aren't geared to manage them. It's a bit embarrassing, I just couldn't get hard again. You don't like me? she asked. No, quite the contrary, but I need to recover. And she got a book out, a novel and laid beside me, naked, reading; while I slept and recovered my energy.