Chapter 1
The fleet manager boarded his flight after a long delay. For compensation they bumped him into first class, which was the least the airline could do. It was a red-eye flight, so even the coach section was pretty empty. There were only six other people in the first class section. All were lounging in the comfortable leatherback seats, with lots of foot room, programming Internet, movies or music onto their personal viewing screen. He put his carry-on bag in the large overhead compartment and got settled. The seat next to him was vacant upon take off.
The pilot made his regular introductions over the intercom, and then the flight attendants did their safety speel. The fleet manager noticed how attractive the stewardess was in his section. He noticed the top 2 buttons of her white blouse were undone and she was wearing a navy lace push up bra. The only accessories she wore were a small brooch, resembling golden wings, and a blue silk scarf tied around her neck. The navy skirt she wore was sexy, and short, with a slit up the side, but not slutty. She wore a pair of high-heeled dress boots, which hugged her muscular calves. He liked the way she ran her fingers up the oxygen tube when she was demonstrating safety precautions. She was giggling and winked at him, as she acted out all of the motions.
That's what he loved about this airline's stewardesses. They were all good-humoured and laid back. And most of them were very attractive and attentive in meeting their customer's needs. Besides who could resist a woman in uniform, with the reputation of initiating passengers to the Mile High Club?
As take-off was approaching the sexy stewardess buckled herself into the designated attendant rest area next to the gentleman. After acceleration and achieving the maintained flight pattern, the auburn-haired stewardess rose from her seat and came around with the cocktail and dinner menus. When she returned, she took his order of a bottle of wine, and the dinner feature.
He proceeded to eat his meal and have a couple of glasses of red. After checking on the other passengers, the stewardess came by and asked if everything was to his satisfaction. He asked her to sample the red wine. She winked and mentioned that she preferred scotch. A nice, smooth, relaxing drink. He asked her what she recommended, and she brought him a bottle.
The traveler asked for a glass of ice, and once again the sexy stewardess came over to make sure his needs were being met. They shared a glass, and poured another as she sat down beside him to rest. The lights were dimmed and most travelers were sleeping, taking advantage of the extra space to stretch out. There was a bit of a draft, so he asked for a blanket and pillow to curl up with. She stood up and went into the overhead compartment next to the lavatory. As she reached up, her skirt and blouse rode up a little, and the gentleman caught a brief glimpse of her bare midriff and upper thighs. She returned with the items. He noticed she brought an extra blanket as well.
Being sky high always made the gentleman horny. It could have been a result of the altitude, the pressurized cabin, the turbulence or the flirty flight attendants. Who knows? All he knew was that he was starting to get an erection. He wondered how many people actually get off during a flight, underneath the privacy the blankets provided.
She passed the items to him, as they each got comfortable under the warmth of the covers. He poured the two of them another dram of scotch and made small talk as the other passengers slept. Once the drink was done, the gentleman propped up his pillow and turned towards the window. He brought the blanket under his chin and tried to drift off for a nap. The stewardess flipped through a magazine until she too became sleepy. Her eyes closed.
When he thought she was asleep, the fleet manager undid his pants and began to stroke his firm cock. He slid is thumb underneath the rim of his purple head and squeezed. Precum was beginning to seep out of the tip. He continued slowly at first, enjoying the build up, knowing he was jerking off next to a beautiful woman. He could get caught, but that added to his excitement. He fisted his cock with one hand and began to cup his balls with the other. He tried to maintain discreet strokes so he wouldn't bring attention to himself while she was snoozing. He had to fight to keep his breathing quiet and relaxed. It was kind of like edging. He fantasized about fucking the sexy little stewardess beside him. He couldn't fully indulge in a big stroke-off session, but the restraint and resistance he had to demonstrate was even more arousing.
He wasn't sure at first, but he thought he sensed movement from beside him. He slowed his pace and shortened his strokes so he could hear. He swore he could hear the wet, smacking sounds of the flight attendant's fingers playing with her hot pussy.
The stewardess did in fact know exactly what the traveler was doing. She was not asleep, and watching him made her extremely horny. She pressed her thighs together and felt her clit swell. She decided to perform a little parallel play of her own, beside him. Underneath the blanket, her fingers pushed the crotch of her panties to one side. She hiked her skirt up a bit so she could spread her legs slightly. As she listened to his ragged breathing, her thumb flicked the tip of her clit, and her fingers explored her pussy lips. She was already dripping, eager to address her sexual energy. Her fingers slid back and forth across her pussy. Every so often she would insert her middle finger and diddle inside a little, lubing her fingers and pussy without full penetration. She worked herself up until she couldn't help but to thrust two fingers inside her clenching cunt. She worked herself hard, gyrating her hips. At this point, she didn't care if the stranger beside her knew what she was doing. In fact, she wanted the gentleman to know. And he did.
They turned towards each other and lifted the armrest between them. The flight attendant reached under the traveler's blanket and replaced his hand with hers, stroking his rigid manhood, feeling the engorged veins against her palm. The fleet manager groaned softly and reached over to feel how wet she was. His fingers slipped easily inside her soft skinned slit. Her fist tightened around his swollen, shaven cock and she quickened her pace. He fingered her faster and with full force. She knew she was going to cum all over him, and from the expression on his face she could tell he wasn't far away from blowing his load, either.
The gentleman began to feel the tingling pressure build up in his cock. His balls tightened, and he could feel a throbbing begin to surge forward and upward, growing more intense. The flight attendant stopped what she was doing and led him by the wrist to the first class lavatory, behind the curtain at the front of the plane. Once inside, she switched the lock over to occupied, and the no smoking sign overhead lit up. "There's no sign saying 'No Sex'", she thought, laughing to herself. The flight attendant embraced the gentleman, grabbing his ass, and pulled him to her. She pressed her tits and hips against him, and felt his penis push back against her. She took a step forward, leaving no option for the man but to sit down on the covered lavatory seat. She pushed his pants down around his ankles and hiked her skirt up to her waist, removed her panties and straddled him. She deliberately plunged herself down onto his stiff, smooth rod. She bucked forward, slowly and forcefully, sending him deeper inside her moist cunt, and then lifted herself up from his shaft pausing a few moments between each downward motion, allowing the tip of his cock to tease her sensitive clit.
