Continued from Part 4, link on my profile.
Please note that Part 5 was written from the female character's point of view.
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The announcement from the captain saying that we are about 40 minutes away from descending wakes me up and I reach over to your seat, finding it empty. You must have gone to the restroom, and I need to freshen up so I leave my seat, smiling at the stewardess who's helping a gentleman behind our seats with his request.
I walk towards the back of the aircraft and see you standing in a corner - talking to somebody in the galley back there. I quickly sneak away for a moment to freshen myself up before you notice that I'm awake. Looking in the mirror, I remember the fun we had in that limo just a few hours ago and can't help but bite my lip, grinning at the crazy thought of having you right here in the air. The past few weeks have been intense, and instead of being tired - you have only made me need you more.
There's a knock on the door and I quickly open it as I'm ready to go back outside. To my surprise, you're standing right in front of the door and the smile on your face tells me that you knew I was in there.
"You're awake, sleepyhead. This very nice gentleman has offered to take us on a tour of the airplane."
You take my hand in yours and we follow after the steward as he walks us through the crew kitchen where the rest of the crew is busy preparing breakfast for the plane. We're led down a small passage into the underbelly of the plane and at first I'm a little confused. The steward presses on, explaining minute details along the way till he reaches an unmarked door and opens it with a key. Inside, we step into the crew lounge, beds made for the crew to also get some sleep on during the flight, although at the moment, it is completely devoid of anyone else. The steward steps in and seeing an impish grin form across his face, I turn to ask you but you quickly grab my face in your hands and start kissing me. I'm confused by the turn of events and I try to look over at the steward but your hands still hold my face, one hand running through my hair and holding the back of my head in place. I hear the steward start to come closer and I try pushing you away, suddenly surprised to see you let me go. He comes up to me and kisses me, right on the lips. The shock overcomes me and I'm momentarily frozen in position, and he notices the lack of response so he slowly lets go, and steps back a little, looking at you.
I feel you run your hands up my dress from behind, lifting it up and off my shoulders, brushing past my already hard nipples as I try to gather what's really going on and if I'm up for this. I grab your hands and try to turn around to face you, to ask you what's going on even when I can see it right in front of me. You don't let me, and instead you hold me in place and make me watch as the steward undresses himself, carefully placing his uniform down on one of the empty beds and walks back up towards us with nothing but a pair of stretched out boxers covering his hard cock.
My heart is in my throat and even though I'm not sure if I'm ready for this, I can feel the yearning my skin suddenly has as I feel you kiss my neck and shoulder from behind. A light moan comes up from my throat as I feel you start to get hard behind me as well, your cock pressed into my ass as the steward returns to kiss me. You guide one of my hands down to his hard cock and the other to yours. My hesitation returns and I'm not quite sure that all this is real. It seems to keep unfolding and I'm just getting pulled along.
You whisper in my ear "Take them out", as you push me to my knees.
Your jeans are quickly undone and you slide them down as I take out the steward's cock and stroke it with one hand, the other still engrossed with your hardness. I take yours out as well and hear you whisper something to the steward, so he quickly guides me to one of the beds and lies down, gesturing toward his cock. I look to you for encouragement and you smile at me and say "Suck it for him, dear". I kneel between his legs and posture down to suck on his hard cock, already covered with pre-cum. In a swift movement, I feel you get behind me and part my legs with your hands, and I wonder if it was deliberate when I feel your fingers lightly brush up against my wet slit. You slide yourself down and quickly place your face between my legs, your beard scratching against my inner thighs, already sensitive and on fire from the taboo of the situation.
