Chapter 67: The Mile High Club
My flight home was 4 hours duration. I had reserved an aisle seat, hoping that some hot stew would grace me by leaning across to serve the window seat, while giving me a face full of bosom.
My hopes were soon fulfilled. Three attendants serviced the main cabin. Two were lookers wearing tight-fitting uniforms that showed off just the right assets. I was sitting in the last row, so I got an eyeful as the eye-candy sashayed up and down the aisle.
When they had finished serving everyone, I got up to visit the head, uh…bathroom. The hot babes were huddled in the galley, chit-chatting. The bathroom was occupied, so I flirted with the attractive staff as I waited.
“So, how often do you see passengers joining the mile high club?” They glanced at one another, and the middle one, Melanie it turns out, answered. “Almost every flight. Why do you ask? Are you a member?”
“Not yet. But I’m dying to join the club. I always fly alone … not much chance to audition when flying solo.” One of the other hotties grabbed her airline digital device and the third reached for her phone, just as the bathroom door opened.
When I emerged, the ladies were much more attentive. I guess they had ‘vetted’ me in their system and online. Melanie said “You seem special, Mr. Sailor, or at least your profile says so. Is there anything we can do to make your flight more enjoyable? Just ask and we’ll see what can be arranged.”
Melanie was slightly taller than me, hair brown and to her shoulders. She had a pretty face, in a classical beauty kind of way. Her body was fit, the uniform custom tailored to hug every curve. She wasn’t runway model stuff; just a solid 8 on a 10 scale. You could just tell that she’d be a reliable fuck.
Eager to join the club, I boldly said “Well, I wonder if any of you can help me become a member of the much-talked-about club? Or is that against airline ‘rules’?”
The three looked at each other, ‘talking’ among themselves without words. Finally, Melanie offered “Well, Mr. Sailor, first we need to know if you prefer natural or shaved. Once we know that one of us can assist you with that under one condition.” “I prefer natural but what’s the condition?” I asked. “You must use protection.”
Damn! Shit! Offered on a silver platter, my choice smooth or hairy, and me, without a condom!! Damn!!!
Thinking I’d be cute “Is there a vending machine handy? I seem to be fresh out of condoms.” All three gave a forced giggle, like they’d heard this retort a million times. Melanie answered “Call me a vending machine, then. I’m prepared.”
She stepped into the bathroom door and quickly, like a rehearsed skit, had her dress hiked up above her waist, her panties on the floor. She looked at me intently and whispered “Well, come on. It’s now or never.”
I stepped into the bathroom. On airplanes they’re designed to accommodate only one person at a time. Instantly, we were touching. She had her dress hiked up and had grabbed the toilet, using it for support as she bent over, her legs spread wide. There was a condom on the lavatory. I got my pants down around my ankles and began fondling my little guy. The novelty of the situation and the expectation of what was to come got a rise out of him in no time. I rolled the raincoat onto him.
Melanie bent over, her round ass exposed, her dark pussy framed by her pale butt cheeks blending down into shapely thighs. I took aim at her hairy cunt, rubbing my dick head up and down her lips until he was lubed. I pressed it against her slit taking two or three attempts to get him to enter her.
Once inside, Melanie was a delight. A bottomless cunt, big lips, wide hole. She was a pro at helping regular guys like me join the club. Her pussy felt warm and inviting as I moved my dick in and out. I gained steam and fucked her pussy good. I arrived at an orgasm rather quickly, given the heightened context: fucking an airline stewardess during flight.
When I had filled the condom, she instructed me to dispose of it in the trash, not down the toilet. “It can gum up the works if it gets caught down there. The maintenance guys keep score of how many rubbers they find. They even have a pool, based on which stews are working which flights. Carl in Las Vegas holds the record.”
Having checked that goal off my bucket list, I gave Melanie a quick hug and returned to my seat. I wanted to be a fly on the wall in the galley. The rest of the flight was relatively uneventful, although I got lots of attention and free drinks from the flight staff.
As I was deplaning, Melanie and the other hot one were at the exit door, making themselves visible as PR for the airline. “Can’t thank you enough” I said. The other hot one responded “It’s our pleasure, Mr. Sailor. Will you be flying with us again soon?”
“Not soon enough, the way I’ve been treated today. Five star! Unfortunately, I’ll be staying at the airport hotel tonight before driving out tomorrow.” “Well, isn’t that a coincidence? I’ll be there too, until our return flight tomorrow at noon.”
Seeing a potential hook-up with the other hot stew shot to my mind. “Maybe we can have a drink or dinner. I have nothing on my agenda. How long until you check in at the hotel?” “Usually takes about an hour or two, post flight. I’ll ring your room.”
Perfect!!
Once in my room, I ordered bottle service from the bar. A handsome older guy brought the liquor to my room.
Suddenly, the phone rang, a loud jangling noise, startling me. I lurched for the phone, fumbling it so the handset fell to the floor. “Hello?” “Oh, hi, Mr. Sailor. This is Claire, from the plane today. Sorry to bother you. It sounds like you might be busy.” “No, no, Claire. I just got clumsy and dropped the phone. Sorry.”
Claire must have done this before. She smoothly continued “Well, if you’re not busy, why don’t I come to your room for cocktails. Then we can grab a bite to eat. How’s that sound?” “That sounds perfect, Claire. I’ll see you shortly.”
The knock on my door startled me, even though I was expecting her. When I opened the door, I gasped. Looking her over from head to toe, she was much more appealing than earlier. She had shed her work uniform. Her top was tight fitting, clutching her nice sized breasts, a tantalizing amount of cleavage showing. She had on a tight skirt ending half-way between her snatch and her knees. Her auburn hair was no longer pulled back in a ponytail; it now hung beautifully down to her shoulders.
“Wow! You sure do clean up nice!” I said as I continued to survey her physique. I was mentally undressing her and I think she knew. Claire offered “Those uniforms are so damn ugly. And uncomfortable. In fact, most clothes are uncomfortable to me.” “Well, we certainly want to make you comfortable. Please come in and let me fix you a drink. If that doesn’t make you more comfortable, you can always shed your clothes!” As I said this, I gave her a wink and a grin.
We sat at the small table in the room and exchanged pleasantries. I discovered that she was single but had, in her words, “a squeeze in every city.” She explained that with her schedule and lifestyle, she hadn’t had either the opportunity nor the desire to settle down and plant some roots.
“This way works much better for me. I get to fly around the country, visit foreign countries, and still have my needs taken care of. And it’s nice to have an escort in every city to squire me around.”
I probed. “Tell me more about these escorts. Do you have a favorite?” “I like them all” she said. “Some are better lovers than others but they all can get the job done.” “Now I feel like I’m in a job interview” I chuckled. She slumped her shoulders and took a big drink. “Sorry. Guess I’m still at work. I need to get better with that.”
I replied “Let me know what I can do to help.” Letting her own words come back to haunt her, I added “Maybe getting out of your uncomfortable clothes would be a good start.”
Her pretty eyes widened as she finished her drink. She was suddenly lost in thought, her fingers absently twirling her hair. She had a dreamy expression, her eyes shifting to ‘bedroom eyes.’ “How about another drink first?”
I poured another round of drinks only to turn around and discover that Claire had removed her blouse and was working on her bra clasp. She uncovered her firm breasts, nicely sized and standing up firm. Her nipples were already hard, her areolas wrinkled. As I put her drink on the table, she stood up and unzipped the back of her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Interestingly, she had no panties on. A bra but no panties. Hmmm…. She grabbed her drink and moved to sit on the bed.
My shyness came over me. I just sat in the chair and admired her smooth skin, her firm tits, her flat belly. I felt paralyzed except for my dick. He had swelled up and was clearly visible through my pants, running down along my thigh.
Claire downed her drink and rose to put the empty glass on the table. Her free hand landed on my junk. She used her nails to scratch it through my pants, making it twitch and jerk.
“He’s acting like he wants to come out and play.” She reached to undo my belt but my senses came back. I expertly had my pants on the floor in moments, my dick standing up, waving around looking for the playground.
Claire clutched it to hold him still, then leaned over and started sucking on him. Her lips were engorged, wet, warm, and felt incredible on his sensitive glans. Her head bobbed on him until she got over half of him in her mouth. Then she moved back to the bed and lay down.
“Now that I’m off the clock, I no longer have to please you. Now I want you to please me. Come fuck me silly. Make my pussy feel good. I need to feel your hard cock stretching my cunt, leaving only room for your cum. Give me your best shot, Sailor, and don’t stop until you’ve filled her with your cum juice.”
She had a wild look in her eyes. Her legs were spread and she had started rubbing her clit in a circle. I mounted her and my dick instinctively knew where to go. Her pussy was sufficiently wet by now and he found his way inside with no trouble. Claire raised her legs high in the air and let me have my fun in her crotch.
I pumped my dick, gaining speed and depth with each stroke. Soon I was going balls deep, loving the feeling of this sluts cunt. It started out tight and then opened wide up. Before long I was fucking a gaping hole, sloppy from her sex liquid so evident.
“Yes, Sailor, that’s it. Keep stroking, keep going. It feels good to have your rod in there, oh, yes. I’m loving this, keep it up. I want to feel you shoot a big load of your hot semen inside. Fill me up, Sailor, fill me up.”
Her sex talk encouraged me. I took to thrusting harder, deeper. Her pussy was nice and I was enjoying my time in it. Her vagina gape was full on now, her entire crotch bathed in her juices. It made for easy fucking.
“Oh, yes, oh, yes. You’ve got me now, babe. You’ve got me” I said as my orgasm built to a crescendo. Finally, it shot out of my dick as she squealed with delight. “That’s it, Sailor, yes, dump your load in me, fill me up. I love feeling your cock spasm and jerk inside.” She lay still underneath me, letting me pump both nuts into her cunt.
When I pulled him out, my cum juice drained from her hole, helped along by some pussy contractions. Without any encouragement, I scooted down and licked her slit, her asshole, cleaning up the load I had just given her.