Day 7 -- Thursday
Miami, Florida 2012 -- But not our universe
Ray Williams awoke alone in his motel bed with a raging erection. He probably shouldn't be too surprised, yesterday had been filled with interrupted sex and his balls were now aching. Fortunately, that meant that he would have a substantial load of cum to shoot up the ass of Nick Cooper's wife.
Determined not to take any chances missing Christine Cooper, he headed out straight away, quickly brushing his teeth and getting dressed.
As he stepped out the front door of his room he almost collided with a buxom Latino dressed in a sexy black and white maid's uniform.
"Oh, very sorry sir," the maid said hurriedly.
Ray chewed his lower lip in frustration. The way his balls were feeling he would have liked nothing more than to bend her over her cleaning trolley and give her a sound rogering. After the last few days he figured he'd probably regret it, but he took a deep breath and left the curvy maid untouched, driving straight to the Cooper's beach house.
As Ray settled in outside, hoping that their angry neighbour Dave wouldn't spot him again, he saw Nick and Christine emerge from the beach house carrying their luggage. Damn it! They were leaving!
Staying low in his car seat, Ray watched as Nick opened the trunk and loaded up their suitcases. They pulled out and drove off, this time Ray was ready for them and pulled in right behind them. He wouldn't be losing them today. Hopefully he'd find an opportunity to split them up so he could have his way with Christine.
They drove right across the city to the airport, and Ray followed them inside to the checkin counters to confirm they were indeed on their way back to L.A. At least that meant he'd arrive back ahead of his wife's return home.
Ray queued up and purchased a ticket on the same flight as he'd seen Nick and Christine check in on. Unfortunately there were only a few seats remaining and he'd been forced to buy business class tickets. It had cost him a pretty penny, but no doubt the rich Cooper's would be travelling business as well.
Ray was seated in the very front row of the plane. As he was clipping up his seat belt he saw Nick and Christine come past him down the isle. Nick was in front and fortunately didn't spot Ray, but Christine paused and gave him a friendly greeting.
"Hi Ray!" she said socially. "I'm so sorry about having to run off without fucking you last night. The cops still haven't found my car I'm afraid."
"That's too bad," muttered Ray, conscious of the fact that she was with Nick.
"I'll see you later," she said with a friendly grin, moving off and taking her seat beside her husband, about four rows behind Ray.
A couple of minutes after takeoff the stewardess leant over towards Ray's seats. "Can I get you anything sir?" she asked welcomingly. She was quite beautiful. An attractive brunette who looked to be in her late twenties, with immaculate makeup and her shining brown hair tied up in a tight bun. She had a nice looking body, slim, with a generous looking rack straining out against the pale blue blouse of her stewardess uniform.
Ray was quite stunned. He'd never actually been offered anything on a flight, the stewardesses were usually quickly put to work by the fasted moving male passengers. The contained space and limited female options putting the lovely hostesses in hot demand.
"Yeah, can I get a glass of wine please?" he asked. Ray glanced around the business class cabin and saw that there were a lot of stewardesses. Clearly the extra cost of the ticket allowed for a much higher stewardess to single male passenger ratio.
There was an old guy in the seat on the opposite side of the isle who already had a pretty asian stewardess bent over into his lap, her mouth bobbing over his vertical erection.
The brunette stewardess returned a moment later with a glass of merlot. As she passed it to him she slid one hand into his crotch, squeezing his cock through his trousers.
"Can I get you anything else Mr Williams?" she asked, licking her lips teasingly.
Ray quickly calculated the chances of Nick needing a toilet break and leaving Christine alone. "No thanks. The wine will be fine."
"Of course," nodded the stewardess, she looked a little insulted. No doubt she didn't get turned down very often.
Ray settled back in his seat, sipping his wine and watching the in-flight movie. It was some boring true-story about a kid with some terminal illness, but he needed something to take his mind off his sore balls. About mid-way through the flight he strongly considered calling the stewardess back, but there was no sign of her, no doubt he had missed his chance and she'd moved off to economy class where she was sure to find a passenger in need.
Ray unfastened his seat belt and headed for the bathroom. As he passed Nick and Christine's seat he saw the busty blonde bent over her husband's lap, assiduously bobbing her head over his lap. Nick was leaning back with his eyes closed contentedly, his hand resting on the top of Christine's head.
To Ray's surprise there was also a stewardess crouched down between Nick's legs, licking his testicles as his wife sucked his cock. Lucky asshole.
Ray scowled and continued on to the toilets. Typical of his luck they were all in use. He had to stand there for about ten minutes, dancing from leg to leg to avoid pissing his pants.
Finally one of the doors popped open and Ray was surprised to see the beautiful stewardess that had first propositioned Ray emerge from the toilet. She looked a little dishevelled, her previously immaculate hair was coming loose from her bun and her lipstick was slightly smudged. Following her out of the bathroom was a chubby looking young man, about eighteen or nineteen, dressed in a Hawaiian shirt that was unbuttoned, revealing his protruding belly.
If Ray wasn't so desperate for a piss he would have taken the chance to shag the stewardess, but instead he rushed passed them, hurriedly shutting the door behind him and then letting out a long satisfied moan as he relieved his stressed bladder.
On his way back to his seat he saw that Nick hadn't progressed much. His wife had swapped positions with the stewardess now however, so Christine was munching on her husbands balls as the stewardess slurped on his cock.
Ray returned to his seat, jealously glancing over at the old guy in the opposite row who was being ridden by the now topless Asian stewardess, his wrinkled old hands squeezing her perky tits as she bounced in his lap.
Ray returned to his boring in-flight movie as the stewardess orgy continued all around him in the business class section.
Much to Ray's disappointment, Nick didn't leave Christine's side throughout the entire flight. At one point, Ray heard Nick's loud moans as he exploded. But whether it was Christine or the stewardess swallowing the former quarterback's spunk, Ray didn't know.
