Fantasy flight
First story ...
"Well, it looks you're the only passenger on tonight's last flight, sir.", Mary-Jo smiled at me as I entered the cabin space. "At least you'd have a quieter flight than you had flying in." I looked up from her smile as I was very surprised that she remembered me from two weeks ago. "I do apologise for how noisy and rowdy the good old boys were on that flight, but their team just won, and it's been a long time between wins." Mary-Jo's smile and apology was genuine, but hid her embarrassment poorly. "Ma'am, I accept your most gracious apology even though it's not your burden to carry." She was genuinely and pleasantly surprised at my answer. She tried to respond, "Well, uh ... if, uh ... " Her colleague interrupted her, "If there is anything we can get you before the flight begins, please feel free to ask." "It's too late for snacks or drinks, but never too late for polite conversation." The two blonde stewardess gave each other a look of surprise. Before they could respond, the flight officer opened the cockpit door, and growled, "Tammy! We got only one passenger, so we got to move his bags to the cabin and load more cargo. Damn pencil pusher is running the business from his desk again!" Tammy turned around, gave the flight officer a look of annoyance, and in doing so revealed that I was already in the cabin and could hear every word. He looked sheepish, then closed the cockpit door to the captain's chuckles. Tammy's look of outrage was quickly replaced with a look of apology when she looked back at me. "Emm-Jay, I will bring this gentleman's bags up, but I ain't loading the cargo.", she said to Mary-Jo. I held my hand up to stop Tammy, "I can handle my own bags, ladies. It's okay. How about the two of you go over your training and testing checklist, whilst I move my luggage up here?" I gestured to Tammy's checklist on her clipboard that she had put down when I was approaching the cabin. "Mister, you have some sharp eyes. We'll take you up on your kind offer."
My bags were still on the tarmac, so I picked them up, carried them upto the cabin, and stowed them. As I was securing the last of my luggage, the sound of the the cargo handlers outside was joined by a noise of a female's frustrated grunt. I stepped carefully deeper into the cabin, to catch sight of Mary-Jo was at the back of the cabin, on all fours, trying to reach under a seat. I watched her skirt tighten, as she wiggled around to try to reach further. She sighed, flattened herself against the floor, and recommended reaching under the seat again. Her tucked in blouse pulled her skirt up, flashing her white panties under her stockings. Her legs and bottom were shapely and inviting, I felt the hardness grow in my pants. "You've done this before.", Tammy whispered behind me. I spun around and looked surprised at her, but then looked at the luggage I had stowed that she pointed her pencil at. "Yes, I've picked up a few good habits during my travels.", I grinned at her. Tammy looked me a while in the eyes, then her gaze wandered down my custom-cut jacket to my pants, where her gaze lingered on my hardness. Her brow wrinkled as dirty thoughts danced behind her eyes. She realised she was staring, looked right back at me, and breathed heavily, "That was real kind of you, and kindness should be rewarded." She glanced over my shoulder when she heard Mary-Jo grunt, and started to shuffle her way around me in the narrow passage between seats. "I probably should help her find her lost item." There was enough space for her and I to not touch but she pressed up against me, slowly rotating her way around me, making her way to Mary-Jo extremely slowly. She put her clipboard and pencil in her right hand, whilst her left held on to a head-rest. The bottom of her clipboard angled, the bottom corner dipped into her blouse, pulling the lapels forward. My eyes could not resist looking into her cleavage. My peripheral vision caught a glance of a dirty grin, and when I looked up she positioned the clipboard next to our faces, covering line of sight of Mary-Jo's enticing bottom. Tammy smiled at my lascivious look, she winked then whispered, "I know you like what you see." I felt her left index finger gently stroking the bulge at the front of my pants. After a few strokes, she took my right hand, guided it to her left hip, "and I know you like what you feel." Mary-Jo exclaimed, "I got it!" Tammy rolled her eyes, pulled away from me, gestured to my pants, then stepped between me and Mary-Jo to allow me adjust myself and my pants. My heart was still pounding, and the sight of Tammy's skirt tightly wrapped around he bottom didn't calm me at all. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the conversation they had. Mary-Jo had extricated from under the far rear seat, a photo of the two of them in happier times.
As they chatted, exchanging pleasant memories, I calmed down, felt my pants loosen, and could sit down in the nearest seat comfortably. Putting a blanket over my lap, and taking deep breaths helped.
In the quiet cabin their conversation went on, Tammy assuring Mary-Jo that she had done the right thing by divorcing her husband who was the rowdiest on the flight in. Her ex had spent their savings in a secret liaison with one of her bridesmaids. Mary-Jo had caught them when she was returning the borrowed fondue set. Mary-Jo was assured by Tammy that she could share her room until they were paid. Mary-Jo thanked Tammy for her generosity, and took some pills to help her calm down.
The cargo handlers outside yelled that they had finished, and the captain's announcement requested crew prepare for take off. I could just hear Tammy telling Mary-Jo to strap herself into the rear crew seat, and relax as Tammy would do the rest. Mary-Jo muttered thanks, and the rest was lost in sleepiness. Tammy came by my seat, whispered that she would be with me soon after she secured the doors, and to scoot over from the aisle seat to the middle of three seats I was lost in my dirty thoughts, listening to the door being secured, and Tammy using the air phone to advise that the cabin was ready.
Tammy looked down the aisle and I followed her gaze. We both saw Mary-Jo slumped in the crew seat, and we caught a snore from her. When I turned back my attention to Tammy, I was expecting the usual buckle-up, life-jackets and exits-there routine. She waited until she had my full attention, then went to the front galley and dimmed the lights to night flight mode, but I could still see her when she returned because she stood close. I heard the audio of the safety routine but could not keep my eyes off Tammy as she turned it into the most sexy routine ever. Instead of the safety belt and buckle, she made a loose fist with one hand, licked her index finger on her other hand, then whilst slowly inserting her index finger into the fist of the other hand. Her face mimicked exquisite pleasure, a groan parted her lips. Her hands kept tongue slowly licked her lips as she furrowed her brow, closed eyes and tipped her head back. The audio changed over to the life-jacket section, but Tammy dropped off her uniform's jacket, undid her blouse, pushed her bra straps off her shoulders, exposing cute pink nipples. The audio prompted about the inflation tube and emergency whistle, which I could barely hear over my heartbeats heavily thumping, and my raging hard-on making a fierce return. She blew lightly on each index finger, the rubbed each nipple. The audio began to end with indicating-exits, But with hand gestures, Tammy indicated I undo my seat belt, kick my shoes off and drop my pants. The audio guided that I should follow crew instructions, and I didn't hesitate. She pulled up her skirt hem, pulled her stockings and panties off, then kick those and her shoes under the aisle seat. The aircraft was near the end of the runway when Tammy straddled me. She undulated her hips on my lap, my hands cupped her heaving breasts, lightly pinching her engorged nipples. With one hand holding the seat to steady herself, she reached down and spread her warmth. I gasped as she grasped my hard-on, warming it, and stroking the head around her clit. As the aircraft engines powered up for lift-off, she guided me into her, and we moaned in unison. She stuck her fingers into my mouth to taste her, as I reached around to support her bottom. As she moved up my shaft, I braced my knees against the back of the seats behind Tammy. She pivoted forward, gulped hard as her eyes closed tightly in anticipation of the next thrust. The airplane accelerated for take-off and the G-forces pushed Tammy into me, smothering me deep in her cleavage. She groaned for me to wait for take-off, and when the aircraft pushed up, she allowed the forces to put me deep into her. Her face contorted with intense pleasure, she bit her lower lip as every push apart was slow, every time she moved down, put me deeper into her. As the aircraft levelled out, she thrust hard a few more times, then rode my shaft like a woman possessed. "I'm cummmiiiiiig!", she moaned, then I could feel her clench onto me, the warmth of her cum flowed onto my lap. Whilst her legs trembled, she stole a glance and noticed I had not finished yet.
"What would you like next?" Tammy whispered in my ear. "Let's do it in front of her", I flicked my eyes at Mary-Jo. Tammy gasped, "She could awaken." "You'll need a gag so you keep quiet." Tammy looked me and took her scarf off, put it in my hand, pushed off the seats and led me to the galley where Mary-Jo snored lightly. I gagged Tammy as she placed her hands on the bulkhead on either side of Mary-Jo's head. Tammy gasped into the gags as I entered her and started finding my rhythm. The rhythm matched hers at some point and she shuddered into another orgasm. I thrust a few more times then shot a few hot loads deep inside her. She whimpered as I grasped her hips, pulling her onto me. After a few minutes together, we gently parted. She wiped me with some napkins, then gestured for me to return to my seat. I left her with a big, dirty grin, then flopped down over the three seats, closing my eyes and welcoming the small sleep coming. The last thing I could feel and hear before I slept with that special grin, was Tammy covering me with a clean blanket, then remarking that she needed a drink then a nap.
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"Well, it looks you're the only passenger on tonight's last flight, sir.", Mary-Jo smiled at me as I entered the cabin space. "At least you'd have a quieter flight than you had flying in." I looked up from her smile as I was very surprised that she remembered me from two weeks ago. "I do apologise for how noisy and rowdy the good old boys were on that flight, but their team just won, and it's been a long time between wins." Mary-Jo's smile and apology was genuine, but hid her embarrassment poorly. "Ma'am, I accept your most gracious apology even though it's not your burden to carry." She was genuinely and pleasantly surprised at my answer. She tried to respond, "Well, uh ... if, uh ... " Her colleague interrupted her, "If there is anything we can get you before the flight begins, please feel free to ask." "It's too late for snacks or drinks, but never too late for polite conversation." The two blonde stewardess gave each other a look of surprise. Before they could respond, the flight officer opened the cockpit door, and growled, "Tammy! We got only one passenger, so we got to move his bags to the cabin and load more cargo. Damn pencil pusher is running the business from his desk again!" Tammy turned around, gave the flight officer a look of annoyance, and in doing so revealed that I was already in the cabin and could hear every word. He looked sheepish, then closed the cockpit door to the captain's chuckles. Tammy's look of outrage was quickly replaced with a look of apology when she looked back at me. "Emm-Jay, I will bring this gentleman's bags up, but I ain't loading the cargo.", she said to Mary-Jo. I held my hand up to stop Tammy, "I can handle my own bags, ladies. It's okay. How about the two of you go over your training and testing checklist, whilst I move my luggage up here?" I gestured to Tammy's checklist on her clipboard that she had put down when I was approaching the cabin. "Mister, you have some sharp eyes. We'll take you up on your kind offer."
My bags were still on the tarmac, so I picked them up, carried them upto the cabin, and stowed them. As I was securing the last of my luggage, the sound of the the cargo handlers outside was joined by a noise of a female's frustrated grunt. I stepped carefully deeper into the cabin, to catch sight of Mary-Jo was at the back of the cabin, on all fours, trying to reach under a seat. I watched her skirt tighten, as she wiggled around to try to reach further. She sighed, flattened herself against the floor, and recommended reaching under the seat again. Her tucked in blouse pulled her skirt up, flashing her white panties under her stockings. Her legs and bottom were shapely and inviting, I felt the hardness grow in my pants. "You've done this before.", Tammy whispered behind me. I spun around and looked surprised at her, but then looked at the luggage I had stowed that she pointed her pencil at. "Yes, I've picked up a few good habits during my travels.", I grinned at her. Tammy looked me a while in the eyes, then her gaze wandered down my custom-cut jacket to my pants, where her gaze lingered on my hardness. Her brow wrinkled as dirty thoughts danced behind her eyes. She realised she was staring, looked right back at me, and breathed heavily, "That was real kind of you, and kindness should be rewarded." She glanced over my shoulder when she heard Mary-Jo grunt, and started to shuffle her way around me in the narrow passage between seats. "I probably should help her find her lost item." There was enough space for her and I to not touch but she pressed up against me, slowly rotating her way around me, making her way to Mary-Jo extremely slowly. She put her clipboard and pencil in her right hand, whilst her left held on to a head-rest. The bottom of her clipboard angled, the bottom corner dipped into her blouse, pulling the lapels forward. My eyes could not resist looking into her cleavage. My peripheral vision caught a glance of a dirty grin, and when I looked up she positioned the clipboard next to our faces, covering line of sight of Mary-Jo's enticing bottom. Tammy smiled at my lascivious look, she winked then whispered, "I know you like what you see." I felt her left index finger gently stroking the bulge at the front of my pants. After a few strokes, she took my right hand, guided it to her left hip, "and I know you like what you feel." Mary-Jo exclaimed, "I got it!" Tammy rolled her eyes, pulled away from me, gestured to my pants, then stepped between me and Mary-Jo to allow me adjust myself and my pants. My heart was still pounding, and the sight of Tammy's skirt tightly wrapped around he bottom didn't calm me at all. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the conversation they had. Mary-Jo had extricated from under the far rear seat, a photo of the two of them in happier times.
As they chatted, exchanging pleasant memories, I calmed down, felt my pants loosen, and could sit down in the nearest seat comfortably. Putting a blanket over my lap, and taking deep breaths helped.
In the quiet cabin their conversation went on, Tammy assuring Mary-Jo that she had done the right thing by divorcing her husband who was the rowdiest on the flight in. Her ex had spent their savings in a secret liaison with one of her bridesmaids. Mary-Jo had caught them when she was returning the borrowed fondue set. Mary-Jo was assured by Tammy that she could share her room until they were paid. Mary-Jo thanked Tammy for her generosity, and took some pills to help her calm down.
The cargo handlers outside yelled that they had finished, and the captain's announcement requested crew prepare for take off. I could just hear Tammy telling Mary-Jo to strap herself into the rear crew seat, and relax as Tammy would do the rest. Mary-Jo muttered thanks, and the rest was lost in sleepiness. Tammy came by my seat, whispered that she would be with me soon after she secured the doors, and to scoot over from the aisle seat to the middle of three seats I was lost in my dirty thoughts, listening to the door being secured, and Tammy using the air phone to advise that the cabin was ready.
Tammy looked down the aisle and I followed her gaze. We both saw Mary-Jo slumped in the crew seat, and we caught a snore from her. When I turned back my attention to Tammy, I was expecting the usual buckle-up, life-jackets and exits-there routine. She waited until she had my full attention, then went to the front galley and dimmed the lights to night flight mode, but I could still see her when she returned because she stood close. I heard the audio of the safety routine but could not keep my eyes off Tammy as she turned it into the most sexy routine ever. Instead of the safety belt and buckle, she made a loose fist with one hand, licked her index finger on her other hand, then whilst slowly inserting her index finger into the fist of the other hand. Her face mimicked exquisite pleasure, a groan parted her lips. Her hands kept tongue slowly licked her lips as she furrowed her brow, closed eyes and tipped her head back. The audio changed over to the life-jacket section, but Tammy dropped off her uniform's jacket, undid her blouse, pushed her bra straps off her shoulders, exposing cute pink nipples. The audio prompted about the inflation tube and emergency whistle, which I could barely hear over my heartbeats heavily thumping, and my raging hard-on making a fierce return. She blew lightly on each index finger, the rubbed each nipple. The audio began to end with indicating-exits, But with hand gestures, Tammy indicated I undo my seat belt, kick my shoes off and drop my pants. The audio guided that I should follow crew instructions, and I didn't hesitate. She pulled up her skirt hem, pulled her stockings and panties off, then kick those and her shoes under the aisle seat. The aircraft was near the end of the runway when Tammy straddled me. She undulated her hips on my lap, my hands cupped her heaving breasts, lightly pinching her engorged nipples. With one hand holding the seat to steady herself, she reached down and spread her warmth. I gasped as she grasped my hard-on, warming it, and stroking the head around her clit. As the aircraft engines powered up for lift-off, she guided me into her, and we moaned in unison. She stuck her fingers into my mouth to taste her, as I reached around to support her bottom. As she moved up my shaft, I braced my knees against the back of the seats behind Tammy. She pivoted forward, gulped hard as her eyes closed tightly in anticipation of the next thrust. The airplane accelerated for take-off and the G-forces pushed Tammy into me, smothering me deep in her cleavage. She groaned for me to wait for take-off, and when the aircraft pushed up, she allowed the forces to put me deep into her. Her face contorted with intense pleasure, she bit her lower lip as every push apart was slow, every time she moved down, put me deeper into her. As the aircraft levelled out, she thrust hard a few more times, then rode my shaft like a woman possessed. "I'm cummmiiiiiig!", she moaned, then I could feel her clench onto me, the warmth of her cum flowed onto my lap. Whilst her legs trembled, she stole a glance and noticed I had not finished yet.
"What would you like next?" Tammy whispered in my ear. "Let's do it in front of her", I flicked my eyes at Mary-Jo. Tammy gasped, "She could awaken." "You'll need a gag so you keep quiet." Tammy looked me and took her scarf off, put it in my hand, pushed off the seats and led me to the galley where Mary-Jo snored lightly. I gagged Tammy as she placed her hands on the bulkhead on either side of Mary-Jo's head. Tammy gasped into the gags as I entered her and started finding my rhythm. The rhythm matched hers at some point and she shuddered into another orgasm. I thrust a few more times then shot a few hot loads deep inside her. She whimpered as I grasped her hips, pulling her onto me. After a few minutes together, we gently parted. She wiped me with some napkins, then gestured for me to return to my seat. I left her with a big, dirty grin, then flopped down over the three seats, closing my eyes and welcoming the small sleep coming. The last thing I could feel and hear before I slept with that special grin, was Tammy covering me with a clean blanket, then remarking that she needed a drink then a nap.
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