First Flight

Hello fellow readers. This is my 1st ever submission for any writing anywhere, so I hope you all enjoy. Feedback is always welcome and appreciated! Happy Reading!!!

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"Good evening, Captain" Vickie smiled as William boarded the plane. He paused, admiring the lovely flight attendant he had the pleasure of working with nightly.

"Good evening to you too, Ms Lopez," he smiled back. This was their final flight together before Vickie went on her long deserved vacation. She couldn't help but feel safe with Captain Douglas. After all, they have flown together for the last 7 years with a flawless flight record for safety.

William continued into the cockpit of the plane as Vickie prepared to greet the passengers. She straightened her black skirt over her 38 inch hips and nicely curved ass. She loved the way her thighs would tingle from the skirt's fabric rubbing against her thonged ass. Checking to make sure her blue blouse was as a crisp as could be, she arched her shoulders in her mirror. Her full 36c breasts strained against the silk material holding them back. She shook her hands through her long black hair lightly. Her suntanned Latin skin made a perfect blend with the colors of her uniform. "It's time," she grinned.

The sounds of anxious feet were quickly revealed to be the first of the excited passengers to board the plane. "HELLO, and Welcome aboard flight 916 from Nashville, TN to Miami, Florida. My name is Vickie and I will be your head flight attendant tonight." Vickie smiled as each person of different sizes, backgrounds, and even genders were pleased to see a lovely attendant to greet them on their vacation flight.

Each passenger casually boarded, played the hunting game for their seats, and nestled in for the late-night trip. "Excuse me, um, Vickie?" a mature but young looking, light skinned black young man stopped in front of her like she was an angel. He was dressed in neatly pressed kakis and a blue and white button down shirt that fit perfectly over his broad shoulders. This did little to hide the slight trembling of the man's fit physique. Vickie noticed the beads of nervous sweat appearing along his clean-cut short hairline. He was arguably the sexiest man on the plane tonight which made her heart race.

"Uh... yes sir... Good evening. What can I do you for? OH! I MEAN what can I do for you?" She corrected her slip.

It was quick, but the slip stunned him for a few seconds. Then he was able to muster, "I've never flown before. Anything you can do to calm me down?" A fake smile barely hid the fear he tried to hold back. The mixture of his good looks, subconscious flirting, and the faint scent of the local airport bar overwhelmed her.

"Let me check your ticket and I will make sure you are taken care of," she finally responded.

Hmm what an interesting way of words he thought as he eagerly let Vickie check his ticket. "I'm Brandon by the way, nice to see and meet you" he added as he wiped a slight nervous sweat from his brow.

She handed him a couple napkins and said "Have a seat and I will bring you something before take-off."

Pleased at her response, Brandon walked carefully to his seat. This gave Vickie the satisfaction of watching his nice ass walk away. She sighed as he sat in his aisle seat all alone. She closed and locked the cabin door behind the last passenger and began her first walk through of the plane to make sure everyone was situated, but her focus was on Brandon. Their eyes locked on each other as she walked to him with a smile.

Stopping at his seat, Vickie noticed his seat belt was fastened so tight it made his personal package begin to bulge. Her own sweet spot between her legs began to get moist. She leaned over him, her cleavage almost directly in his face and fastened the empty seatbelt in the window seat next to him.

"Are you ok, Brandon? No one flying with you tonight?" she asked with a motherly tone and purposefully hovering her breasts mere inches from his full lips. He tried not to stare, but her perfume made the view that much more intoxicating.

Noticing her white silk bra peeking back at him, he responded "Um, I am a little more relaxed now and this will be a solo virgin flight for me."

Vickie grinned at Brandon's innocent yet inviting response. "Well we are not full tonight so if it would make you feel better you can sit by me in the back. That way I can give you more personal attention." She knew this was going to be all it took to gain his agreement for some fun.

"Sure that sounds great" he replied as he unbuckled his seat belt to follow the sexy Latina to her waiting seat. She could feel his eyes burning a stare at her switching ass as she led the way.

As they approached the last 2 seats on the plane, she advised him to take the window seat in case she was called upon. As instructed, he sat and quickly fastened the seat belt again. Vickie sat in the aisle seat, and fastened her own belt. She couldn't help but notice the bulge had returned.

As the plane sped down the runway lifting into the air, Brandon's nervous grip tightened on the arm rest. Vickie placed her hand on his leg to assure him they would be safe. With the lights dimming in the plane as it reached its cruising altitude, Brandon returned the gesture placing his hand on her skirted leg. A growing desire increased between the new friends. Each gave the other a squeeze when the fasten seat belts sign was turned off.

Vickie playfully unbuckled Brandon's seat belt and rested her hand on his concealed bulge. His black cock began to grow with the anticipation of what things were about to cum. She could almost feel his racing pulse right through his pants. This first physical contact magically connected his growing desires with her sensitive nipples.

Reluctantly, Vickie said, "I need to make sure everyone is cozy for our flight." She stood up, and reached into the overhead compartment and laid a blanket across Brandon's lap concealing her new boy-toy's excitement. She then joined Donna in pushing the drink cart through the aisle for any thirsty passengers.

Brandon did not try to hide the fact he was watching Vickie guide the cart backwards from the front of the plane back towards the small storage area directly behind their seats. He really admired her curves and wished he had x-ray eyes trying to see at least a hint of panty line through her skirt. He concluded she must be wearing a thong.

Stopping the cart to serve the young couple seated in the second to last row of seats, Vickie bent over as she handed the drinks to them. Brandon couldn't restrain himself any longer and placed a hand right up her skirt onto her inner thigh. Surprisingly she did not stop him but instead began a little small talk with the couple distracting them from the strong black hand sliding further up her smoothly shaved legs. His other hand gripped his growing tool hidden under the blanket.

The slit in the back of Vickie's skirt allowed Brandon's nervous but excited hand further access up and inside the uniform. Brandon's heart raced as his hand pushed higher and higher. Unfortunately the skirt was too tight even with the slit for him to reach his destination, but she didn't mind the tease.

Eventually Vickie could no longer distract the couple as Donna motioned to Vickie to conclude their work and move the cart back to the station area past the last seats. Brandon tried to conceal his growing manhood under the blanket as they passed and Donna flashed him a suspicious grin.

Within minutes the flight attendants put away the cart and returned to their seats. Vickie made sure to bring back two mini bottles of rum. "On the house" she said handing one bottle to Brandon as she rejoined him. He appreciatively took the offer and quickly downed it straight. "Wow, I like a man who can handle his liquor. And I see that's not all you can handle" she grinned while purposefully staring at Brandon's hand moving underneath his blanket. "Bottoms up" she giggled, emptying her own mini bottle down her throat.

The private rum shots erased what little tension remained between the excited duo and also added to their personal flames. Vickie unbuttoned the next button down on her blouse, allowing the plane's air conditioning more access to her heaving breasts and granting Brandon a more arousing view of her lacy bra. He could see her nipples had hardened, just like his own cock under the blanket.

"I'm gonna need more of your help, Vickie. Care to join me in the washroom?" Brandon said, shifting in his seat and trying to unbutton the rest of her blouse with sheer mental power.

"My pleasure" she cooed and led the way to the unoccupied washroom with Brandon in pursuit of happiness.

The plane was dim and the sleepy passengers didn't notice as Vickie held the washroom door open for Brandon and followed him inside, closing the door behind them. With a click of the lock, the washroom lights automatically illuminated the small space meant for one person. Brandon had to sit on the sink just to allow Vickie room. Freeing their pent up desires, they finally French kissed passionately as they groped, unbuttoned and removed each others tops.

Vickie's hands ran along the curves of Brandon's muscular chest as his hands fondled her hardened nipples through the see-through white lace. She moaned as she watched him pull down the bra straps and begin to suck on her brown swollen nipples. He licked then sucked then nibbled each tiny mountain back and forth all while reaching around to squeeze her ass through the skirt before unzipping the zipper, answering his suspicion by revealing her matching thong.

Vickie felt the skirt fall and bunch around her ankles when she began to reach into Brandon's pants and retrieve his hard cock. She licked her lips admiring how his most private flesh blended in color to her hand as she stroked it to attention. She noticed the peek of precum on his cockhead which couldn't compare to the extreme wetness she played with between her own legs. Licking his precum first, Vickie enjoyed trying to fit Brandon's entire big black cock down her throat. Brandon moved her long black hair aside to watch her swallow him whole over and over again. "Damn I knew I would have you deep in my throat when I first saw that bulge" she admitted.

When his cock was lubed with Vickie's saliva, Brandon moved to the closed toilet seat and pulled down her soaking wet thong, exposing the scent of a bare and horny pussy in need of a good fucking. He could see her juices running down her leg and immediately licked the trail back up to its wet origin. She moaned in delight as his tongue played over her wet lips and engorged clit. Brandon savored the sweet juices flowing from within her.

"I've got to get deeper inside your candy shop," Brandon teased positioning Vickie to straddle him with his swollen black cock head reaching up for its new play-toy. Vickie obliged and slowly lowered herself onto his magic stick. With a surprising bump of turbulence, the plane quickly lifted, impaling Vickie full depth onto Brandon's 9 inch black cock.

"OOOOHHHH, MMMMM" she purred, sitting flat on Brandon's lap with him deeply inside her. She began to grind her hard clit firmly against him as the fires inside her heated up.

Brandon held her ass as he guided her now up and down his tool. He loved watching his cock appear coated in her slippery juices before disappearing back into its new paradise. Vickie grabbed her bouncing breasts, pinched both nipples and fed them to Brandon. This time Brandon moaned in sheer delight as his Latin lover impaled herself on him over and over again as he matched her rhythm.

"OH PAPI! PLEASE DON'T STOP! YOU'RE SO FUCKING DEEEEP!" Vickie almost yelled. Obeying her demands, Brandon thrust up to meet each down stroke almost throwing her off him, if not for his hands still squeezing her firm ass cheeks.

"UH HUH, I KNOW YOU WANTED THIS ALL NIGHT" he panted.

"YES! YES! YES PAPI! THAT'S IT! I LOVE IT!" she grunted trembling on the verge of climax. "I'M GOING TO CUMMMMM!!!"

And cum she did! "UUURRRGGGHHH!! OOOOHHH!!! AAAAHHH!!! MMMMMM!!" Her orgasmic fluids soaked his black cock and coated his hanging balls.

"THAT'S IT! ME TOO! HERE IT CUMMMMS!!!!" Brandon groaned with a final thrust leaving him balls deep and pumping his hot seed into her sticky center.

"Aaaahhhh" they both sighed in unison as they came back down to earth, still 30,000 feet in the air. When their after shocks subsided, Vickie dismounted her last ride and gathered her clothes. She used the soaked thong to wipe up her juices and handed them to Brandon.

"Thanks for flying Lopez airlines" she smiled from ear to ear as he put the souvenir in his pocket and smiled back.

After quickly dressing, Brandon slowly exited first, returning to his window seat and Vickie followed. The in-flight movie babysat the sleeping passengers. Brandon reacquired his blanket and was soon fast asleep from the night's experiences.

Brandon awoke to find himself sitting next to an older gentleman who was trying desperately to get his bag from the overhead storage compartment without dropping it on Brandon. "Oh sorry there son. I tried to let you sleep. You really seemed to be enjoying yourself in your dreams" he said.

In your dreams? Had it all been just a dream? Brandon stood to exit the plane looking for Vickie but she was no where to be found. Not even Donna was onboard. Confused, Brandon was the last to exit the plane. He walked gingerly fighting the slight hangover of cheap airport alcohol. Miami's bright, sweltering sun didn't help either.

With sweat building from the 95 degree weather, Brandon reached into his pocket for his handkerchief and dabbed it to his brow. But the air was musty, almost sexual. Almost immediately he realized his handkerchief was actually a pair of sexually-soaked, white, see-through thongs. The gift was accompanied by a note, which contained a Miami phone number and read, "Good morning. Welcum to Miami. V."