I've never been much of a soccer fan, but betting with Ali always made it fun to watch a game. I had met him about 2 years ago on a night flight to Istanbul. He had treated his wife and daughter on a trip to Paris. Ali and his daughter were seated in my aisle of business class. She was so cute with her big mini mouse cuddly toy in her lap all the time, sitting in the single row window seat, while her mum and dad sat on the other side of the aisle in the centre. With his wife next to him I tried not to be too obvious of giving him a little added service and making sure he was well taken care of. He was mid 30's and extremely handsome with his dark curly hair and almond coloured skin. It was no wonder he had such a beautiful wife sitting next to him. Her dark straight hair looked like silk and the dress she wore showed off her tiny perfectly framed body. Yes, it got me a little jealous, I admit. It should not be a surprise I was quite worked up too, but even though I can be quite the little slut in the air, I have my standards too. No messing around with married men. Well, not when their wife is on board as well and especially not with their little offspring next to them. But that did not stop me from flirting a little. Or maybe a little too much.
After the dinner service, Ali had swapped seats with his daughter. She was now seated next to her mother and pretty soon they had both fully reclined their and were fast asleep. Ali on the other hand, was awake and ensured he got as much attention from me as possible.
"Are you this friendly to all the passengers?" He asked, with his eyes glooming up my thighs as I kneeled aside of his chair to put down his 3rd GT.
"Only to the kind ones," I smiled. "Just call if there is anything else you need."
He did call, several more times. Asking for some snacks or another drink. It was hard for him to hide his appreciation for my attendants in those khaki linen pants that he was wearing. Me loosening two buttons of my uniform and kneeling with my legs slightly parted next to him, did not help either.
While I served his 3rd GT, his hand was right on his bulge when he asked, "Do those lushes lips ever give anything else to a kind passenger, other than that lovely smile you have been serving me with each time?"
I was not going to lie, I would have loved to have taken care of him on that flight, but not with his wife and kid there too. He did kind a get to me though. Those are moments you end up thinking about, the ones that build up the excitement in your fantasies. What could have been? What would his cock feel like? He packed a pretty nice bulge. His hands looked strong and firm, I'm sure if he had cornered me in the galley, he could have made me. So, what was I to say to his question?
"Only if the setting is right and you earned a more in-depth lip service." I answered, feeling my loins burning.
I looked over to my side, seeing his daughter asleep next to his wife and I'm sure he understood. It was one of those flights where I needed to land a hand to myself to get me of this edge. If I hadn't, I might have ended up crossing some of my boundaries with Ali. Especially when shortly after he surprised me and walked past me in the galley to walk down the other aisle where his wife was seated. He gave me a little smirky grin as I looked up from the magazine I was reading. He sure was handsome, his muscular torso framed by a casual but stylish linen shirt. A few minutes past, when his wife appeared on the opposite side of the galley and went into the lavatory. She looked a bit nervous at me before she went in. Not much later Ali appeared again. With the same grin he looked at me and opened the lavatory his wife just got into. The grin that telling me what I was missing and at the same time he knew I was not going to stop him. Well, as long as they were discrete about it, I surely was not going to make a fuss of them joining the Mile-High club on my watch.
I could not concentrate on reading my magazine any more. They were in there for quite some time. First, I made a round down my aisle to see if everything was still OK. I even checked on their daughter, tugged in under a blanket, still with her cuddly Mini Mouse in her arms. Then down the other aisle, most of the passengers asleep as well. Back up front, I walked slowly past the lavatory and paused for a few seconds. Over the noise of the plane I could faintly hear her moans, which just made me horny again. By her soft cries, I could make out the steady rhythm of Ali driving his cock into her. I could only imagine her pleasure, the same I have experienced so often mid-air. Wondering if she would get hooked on the thrill of flying, like me. Hooked on this high for reaching an orgasm in the thin air from flying at high altitude. Or just the thrill of getting away with something you shouldn't be doing. Everything really.
I listened some more, standing to the side into the galley, out of sight from the cabin. She was approaching her climax, I could tell. Surprisingly I could not make out any sound from Ali. It went silent, but the door remained shut as I made my way back to take the jump seat and pretend to be reading my magazine. For ten more minutes I sat there, imagining what they were doing. I knew darn well. He was getting his lip service. When the door finally opened, his wife appeared, rushing back down the aisle. Ali opened the door after she had gone, while he was still pulling his pants back up. Smiling at me again. He walked out towards me, removed a card from his pocket and handed it to me.
"I hope we can find the right setting some time so you can tell me the terms for earning more than a smile." He said and walked back to his seat. Pretty soon after my colleague was back from his break and it was time to prepare for landing and I was too busy making sure the cabin was secure to get further distracted. After we had landed, they walked off the plane like a happy beautiful family. Seeing him with his daughter and wife next to him, I knew I was probably not going to take him up on his offer.
I didn't, but after I got back home in France, I did send him an e-mail to excuse myself for not being able to get in contact. Seeing him with his family, I could not interfere. It was just a short message, but I almost instantly got a reply from him. He understood, but still was disappointed he did not get to see anything more than my smile and cleavage. I told him that I was not sure he would be able to control himself if I had shown him more. Pointing out how he had woken his wife for attending his needs in the lavatory during the flight. We started a regular exchange and I told him as much about myself as he did about him and his family. His marriage was more an arrangement of convenience. Two powerful and wealthy Turkish families, securing their legacy. At this moment all expectations are set on their daughter, but from both sides it's expected they would have a son in the near future as well. He admitted he was lucky to have such a young and beautiful wife, but there never had been any love and sex was not a commodity at all. In fact, they both had more extramarital sex than what they did in their own marriage.
Both of them had PI's contracted to spy on each other. Mistakes or behaviour that could damage the reputation of one's family was being used as bribe to get what they want from the other. The visit to Paris was one of her demands, which he had easily obliged to, knowing his daughter would love the side trip to Disneyland. During the flight back he had pulled one of his own trump cards and made well use of it after I had gotten him all worked up but was not willing to play. In fact, he was convinced I owed him big time. At first, I was feeling a bit sorry for them using each other like that. Then I grew a bit sceptical about it, because what can you believe these days on what others say. But for some reason we kept communicating and our conversations became the least but boring.
"How could he earn his prize?" came his question in one of his messages.
"So you think you can win me?" I teased. "Maybe you should put your money where your mouth and see if you can beat me in a game."
