Weeks In
It had been two weeks since I had started working at Wonder Inc. for Mr. Wonder, and already I had had more excitement than my entire last year at university. I came into the hangar as usual 9am sharp and had gone about preparing our only jet for today's flight. Mr. Wonder operated Wonderlines a subsidiary of Wonder Inc. which catered to high-profile clientele looking for private excursions and top-of-the-line service thousands of feet in the air.
I generally started with cleaning as I felt it was best to get it out of way in the morning and spend the rest of the day on the technical issues of electronic checks and malfunctions. The jet could probably take about 10 people plus two pilots, but we usually had only a few people on board - usually some rich guy and his trophy wife he was trying to impress, or a couple of lame business men talking about financing this and supporting that project or whatever. The cabin was composed of a curvy round table shaped a bit like an "L" with an L-shaped couch on one side and a circular sofa on the other. on the otherside of the aisle were 4 seats facing each other but far enough apart so that they could swivel around 360 degrees. Behind the seating area, in the back was the walk in bathroom where Mr. Wonder had specially installed a jacuzzi that was somehow powered by the excess heat of the two rear engines, one of his personal prides. There was of course a toilet as well as a urinal and in addition a shower chamber that was about 5 ft. by 5 ft. and fully closed off by glass doors from floor to ceiling.
In front of the curtain was our area, where we prepared meals, drinks, snacks etc. and pretty much hung out when the clients were talking business or sleeping. In the 8 flights I had gone on, I had been the only steward as there was never more than 2 passengers on board and hence I got to spend a good bit of time chatting it up with Baxter, our chief pilot who was supposed to be teaching me the ropes.
This morning however, as I was vacuuming under the circular sofa in the center of the plane, Mr. Wonder climbed on board and grabbed me by the shoulder and said "Son, got some special folk heading this way, gonna need you and Kelly on this one - cuz they iz bringin dem kids dey said."
"Sure thing boss, I'll let her know."
"Thanks, boy."
Great, I thought, a little bit of company can't hurt on a 3 hour flight to Miami.
The flight was scheduled for 6pm and our guests arrived promptly at 5:30pm spent a few minutes greeting Mr. Wonder and then came aboard. It was a wealthy latino family, from where I'd never guess. The gentleman was a short stout man with a mustache and glasses and his wife was at least 20 years his younger at around 30. She had short brown hair that curved down around her ears and stopped just before her shoulders. The kind of haircut that is a tad bit longer in the front than in the back. I must say money can't buy love but it can sure keep some good looking women around some pretty old and ugly guys. Her name was Luna and she had the full package: big, full breasts that were squeezed together by a skin tight purple polo shirt and a perfectly-shaped ass I can only describe as deliciously embraced by some low-cut jeans.
I gave the usual 5 minute tour and welcomed them to the jet and asked them to take a seat and explained that Kelly would come by with welcome drinks in a few minutes. I went back into our little kitchen area and caught Kelly downing one of those tiny bottles of Jack Daniels.
"Hey", I said and slapped her shoulder.
She turned to me without putting the bottle down and winked. She really knew how to have fun. I told her to hurry up and and get out there before the guests got angry. She shook her pleated stewardess skirt at me and walked out with a tray of champagne. Just as I was thinking about what Mr. Wonder had said, the 'kids' came aboard. Well they weren't exaclty kids, and they were defintely not the wife's kids. The boy was about my age and his sister was a bit older around 24-25. I said hello and welcomed them aboard. They introduced themselves as Tommy and Melissa. Tommy was a bit of a meathead but very friendly and polite. Must have been some kind of jock as he was pretty lean. His sister was quite thin and had long, well-defined legs that were unfortunately masked by some skin tight black pants. She had on shiny red high heels and a loose t-shirt with some kind of designer logo on it. It had a very low cut neck and both tits were clearly visible from the right angle - both natural. She had on some massive sunglasses and didn't even say hello, she just walked right by.
"The good looking ones are always bitches," I thought.
Whatever, a client is a client, you gotta be polite. I went back into the kitchen and locked all the cupboards for take off. The pilot asked everyone to buckle up and we began to taxi out to the runway. Kelly came skipping back to grab her seat next to mine in the front area as she closed the curtain.
"It's nice to have someone else here" I said
"Yeah" she replied, "It's so much better to have someone to play with." And then a cheeky smile spread across her lips as she removed her gum and threw it in the bin.
"We've got about 15 minutes before we take off and they can't take off their seatbelts. The pilots will be busy too..."
Oh no I thought, she's been drinking and she's already horny. Kelly tended to get sexual after a few drinks, but I never thought she would come on to me with strangers just a few yards away. Before I could think twice, she unbuckled herself, came over and unzipped my pants, leaving me still strapped in to the seat. She brought my now burning erection out with both hands admiring her prize as she caressed my balls and stroked the top of my shaft. I looked at the celiing as I felt her big lips surround my cock.
Kelly sucked cock beautifully. I think she must have been a porn star in her past life because she did things I can't even explain. She would swallow my seven and a half as far as she could and then slide back swirling her tongue around the length of my cock. She would stop at the tip and squeeze a bit with her lips and then look up at me with her blue eyes. Looking down, I could see her cleavage clearly exposed through her half buttoned blouse and I stuck my hand down into her bosom, feeling her soft tits. As I unbuttoned more of her shirt and started rubbing her nipples, she began sliding back and forth on my cock even faster. I kept squeezing those beautiful breasts as I watched her slide back and forth. I felt my load coming. I grabbed her breasts hard, pulling her down and cumming directly into the back of her throat. She didn't stop sucking though as she swallowed load after load after load. She kept sucking and sliding around getting me hard again almost immediately.
Then she swirled her tongue around my cock one last time and stood up straight, her breasts fully exposed, pointing out magnificanetly, but her skirt still covered her most private area. By this time the pilot gave one last warning and hit the gas full throttle, propelling us on the runway. Kelly un-did my seatbelt and sat down on my lap, facing forward. She lifted her skirt as she sat down revealing a dripping wet pussy and then proceeded to position herself on my ever erect penis. I loved the feeling of filling a girl's hole with my meat, but one thing was doing it dry and one thing was sticking it in Kelly's warm, wet vagina. She had the most amazing sex muscles. She engulfded my cock once more and then leaned back, grabbing a hold of the seatbelts as the plane really started to accelerate. She then fastened us both in to the same seat and tightened is so that We could barely move away from one another. Then she started really swaying back and forth, just fucking me, without caring how I was feeling. She had her back to me and wrapped my hands around her and grabbed her breasts, bringing her close to me and kissing the back of her neck. I worked my way around the side of her neck as she rocked back and forth, grinding into my lap, with my dick plunged all the way inside her tiny hole. She twisted a bit and wrapped her hand around my neck while I found her breats with my tongue and started licking her nipples. Then she pushed me back and leaned forward, her skirt covering my lap. I lifted the skirt over onto her back and found her beutiful heart-shaped ass sliding on and off my cock. she started moving faster and faster and I knew she was getting closer to coming. She was bent over double with her hands grabbing her ankles and sliding her ass back and forth. I felt the sperm inching it's way up my shaft, eager to shower the inside of her pussy.
Suddenly, she threw her head back throwing her long blonde hair onto her back and gasped "OH FUCK ME MAGNUS!"
Lost in the pleasure, I grabbed her hips like handles and thrust as deep as I could, spewing my man-batter all inside of her. She responded with a warm stream of her own juices that flowed down my cock and into my lap. She sat up and leaned back against me and smiled as I wrapped my arms around her waist. I could just feel a drop of sweat on her back. We cuddled a bit as the plane began to stabilise in the air.
We cleaned ourselves up a bit and went to check up on our guests. The father was still in the reclining chair and had opened up his laptop and looked like he was finishing up some memo for a meeting. The mother had moved from her seat to the long couch and was sprawled across it, reading a book. I couldn't help but notice she wasn't wearing a bra under that purple Polo shirt but it didn't seem like she needed one either with firmness like that. The two siblings were playing cards casually, I think it was Blackjack. Melissa still hadn't taken off her immense sunglasses.
