After spending 8 long months in the desert on my last deployment I was looking forward to a little R&R. I was lucky enough to get the chance to go home for a couple of weeks. Usually the married guys would get that option so I was pretty stoked! Two weeks may not seem like a long time back home but after eating nothing but sand and MRE's, (or meals ready to eat, meals rejected by Ethiopians etc...); I was ready for some four star cuisine, a real bed, and getting laid in a big way. Eight months is a long time without a woman especially when the guys you hang with do nothing but talk about getting laid when they got home. Hell, just thinking about hooking up once I was home was enough to give me wood!
By the way, my name is Kyle. I am pretty tall with brown hair and blue eyes. I have been serving for a little over 4 years and this was my second deployment. Like most who joined right out of high school I wasn't in the best shape when I entered the service. I smoked too much and worked out little, if at all. Basically I didn't run unless something or someone was chasing me. Well, after 18 week of boot camp I leaned out quite a bit and was pretty cut too. I had a chest I had only dreamed of having and was pretty close to having a nice six pack. By the time I had finished my first deployment I had the six pack and was in damn good shape. You see, during what little down time you have while deployed, there isn't a lot to do except work out. I was looking forward to showing the ladies back home the new and improved me.
I knew I was in for a long trip when my group boarded the plane home. The girls working in our section were smoking hot! All the attendants were pretty, however, one blonde and one brunette stood out from the rest; I mean they were really working the guys up flirting and making sexual innuendos. For Christ sake, the blond had her hair in pony tails with little pink ribbons! I watched as they flirted and laughed; leaned in too close, showing an ample amount of cleavage. They must have known what kind of effect they were having on us. How they didn't get mounted by some horned up dude right in the isle is beyond me. I suspected quite a few guys on the flight were heading back to the bathroom to "rub one out" before they even got all the way home. "No self control", I thought to myself. I had plenty of dates with "rosy palm" lately and I was NOT going to be in an airplane lavatory jerking off right before I got back to the world!
At the halfway point we stopped in Ireland to fuel and change crews as well as to get off to stretch our legs. When we came back to the plane it was clear the party was over. The next crew was nowhere near as friendly nor was it all female. The attendants were older and seemed pretty stuck up. As I boarded I said "hi" to the one by the door. She just sighed and turned her head. Not a good sign! It appeared this crew had their fill of horny rowdy soldiers on their way home. Once I got back to my seat and got situated I was greeted by our MALE flight attendant. Now I have nothing against that, but after such a long time away from women it was nice to have a few around to talk to. Well, that came to an end and we were stuck with Maurice. Yep I think it's safe to say there wasn't a single hard-on to be had in my section for that whole flight.
Finally we reached the states. After passed through customs we split off in all directions to our final destinations. I didn't have to wait too long before boarding the last plane of the trip. I was beat but excited, not long now and I would be back in town ready to get it on! The flight was almost empty since it was almost 2300 (sorry that's 11:00 p.m.) and this was one of the last to depart Atlanta heading for my home. I boarded the almost empty plane, turned right and walked down to my seat. Before I had the chance to put my stuff in the overhead I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turn around and was face to face with an angel!
This woman was drop dead gorgeous. She had a beautiful face, deep green eyes, a small nose, and luscious ruby red lips. Her hair was long, red and tied back in a ponytail. Her breasts were as perfect as breasts can be. They were just the right size for her body and were being held high by her uniform top. I figured it was just my imagination, but it also seemed like her nipple were hard too. Her legs were amazing as well, accented by dark blue stockings that matched the color of her small pleated dark blue skirt.
"Sir, could you please follow me?" she asked motioning back toward the front of the plane.
"Sure." is all I could manage to say. I was still working out how beautiful she was in my head. She turned around and walked back toward the front of the plane with me following her like a puppy dog. As we walked I watched the way her ass moved back and forth, and wondered what the hell was going on. I didn't have to wonder long though. We passed the cabin door and went into the first class section. It was empty!
She turned and smiled saying "We would like to upgrade your seat tonight." She continued. "We are proud to have you on board and figured it was the least we could do."
This was incredible. I was really humbled by the gesture! I thanked her not really knowing what else to do or say. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. Now the messenger of my good fortune was starting to take my carry on from me to stow it. I'm not one for letting people do stuff for me if I am perfectly capable plus it was pretty damn heavy. As she tried to take my bag from me I politely refused and asked her where I should put it.
"Well, aren't you the perfect gentleman." She said with a slight southern twang. As she said this she grabbed my forearm and gave it a little squeeze. "Oh my, strong too!" she said quietly with a little grin. She pointed out to where I could put it and let me get settled in for the flight. Man, I wasn't sure I was going to be able to make it all the way home without "rubbing one out".
After the standard safety brief we took off. I was sitting on the left side of the plane and looked back over my shoulder to see what was going on in the section behind me...and to see where my new wet dream was. I could see into the little serving station between sections and there she was, bending over to get something out of the lower drawers. She was bent almost in half causing her skirt to ride up her toned thighs to the point to where I could see where her stockings ended and the milky white of her upper thighs began. I also caught a glimpse of her deep red panties. I was totally lost in thought as I stared at her wonderful upturned ass, envisioning my hands on her hips, pounding out months of pent up sexual frustration with my thick cock. Maybe I WAS going to have to jerk off in the bathroom after all. There was no way I was going to get off the plane with the erection I had.
Suddenly I snapped back to reality. Focusing my eyes I realized I was looking right into hers as she glanced back at me over her right shoulder. It seems during my daydream she had turned around and caught me staring at her ass like a starving tiger stalking its next meal. To my surprise, instead of walking over and slapping the hell out of me, she gave me a little smirk and wink. With a little added flair she stood up, arching her back a little further than normal, pushing her ample breasts out against the already too tight top she wore. Then, she turned toward the back of the plane to make her rounds with the refreshment cart. Oh man, this babe was killing me!
I turned back around and tried to put the image of her swaying ass out of my head. I put on my headphones and tried to watch the movie they were playing on the flight. Well it was working at distracting me. It was some romance movie I had no interest in at all. At least my hard-on subsided and I began to give in to the sleep that had been evading me for most of the trip.
I dosed for only a short time when the cabin bumped around a little, snapping me awake. I heard the bell go off reminding everyone to fasten their seat belts, but started to dose off again.
