One-night stand with a flight attendant

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Having sex with a flight attendant? It can only be described as exciting and novel, but most people can only dream about it. Like when you see the word "flight attendant," you picture
tall, beautiful women in uniforms, their hair neatly combed back, exquisite makeup, and designer lipstick on their lips, walking by with their luggage, their
delicate perfume lingering in the air… I don't believe you wouldn't be tempted.
I also can't believe this dream has come true for me, especially on an airplane. That time, after a business trip to Los Angeles, I
was flying first class back to Taiwan. Because it was the off-season, there were few passengers, and only one or two flight attendants were serving me. After nightfall, the other passengers were already fast asleep, leaving me the only one
awake. I had a headache from jet lag, so I asked one of the flight attendants to bring me a cup of coffee.
"Mr. Huang, your coffee," I glanced at the name tag of this pretty lady, which read "Yang Yutian." She was indeed as sweet as her name suggested, about 165 cm
tall, with bright, large eyes. This first-class flight attendant at Taiwan Wings was clearly handpicked. "Thank you," I said, reaching for the steaming
cup. I accidentally burned myself; my elbow brushed against her as she bent over, her breasts prominent beside me. "Ah..." she
let out a soft, embarrassed gasp. I quickly apologized, but she didn't seem displeased, probably due to the industry's politeness. She smiled gently, indicating
she didn't mind , and deftly handed me a tissue to wipe my hands. "Sorry," I said, clearly noticing Yang Yutian's unease. "Your name is very nice
... Do you have an English name?" I seized the opportunity to strike up a conversation. She glanced at her name tag, seemingly aware I'd seen it, and blinked.
"You can call me Meg, Meg from Meg Lane." "My name is William," I briefly introduced myself and chatted with her for a bit. I learned
she lived in Banqiao, had worked as a secretary for her family after graduating from university, and had become a flight attendant over two years ago, recently starting in first class.
After our brief conversation, Yang Yutian nodded to me, indicating she was going to the galley to organize the utensils. I watched her retreating figure; beneath her green pencil skirt
were a pair of long, beautiful legs. I snapped out of my daze and tried to take a nap, but the coffee I'd just drunk was taking effect, making my head too clear. All I could see
when I closed my eyes was Yang Yutian's delicate face and her shapely figure beneath her uniform. The other
passengers
were all fast asleep, the only sounds the rumble of snoring and the muffled hum of the plane's engines. I remembered a friend who frequently travels for business mentioning that some first-class flight attendants offer a different kind of service—it was just a matter of whether I was lucky enough to enjoy it. So
I got up and headed towards the galley. Yang Yutian was in the small galley, her back to me, tidying up the tableware. Hearing my footsteps, she turned around and
said in a melodious voice, "Mr. Huang, is your headache still bothering you?" She asked with concern. I nodded, and she seemed to suddenly remember me touching her chest earlier, a blush spreading across
her oval face. "Meh, I have a slight fever," I lied, and she actually came over and touched my forehead. "No
fever?" She smiled knowingly, as if she saw through my prank. Just then, the plane suddenly lurched, and she lost her balance, falling
heavily into my arms. My physical reaction was swift and obvious; the hardness in my suit pants pressed against her soft, sensitive area,
and her pink lipstick stained the collar of my white shirt.
Surprisingly, we both remained motionless, as if time had frozen. I inhaled the sweet scent of her hair and gently took her small hand.
Without saying a word, I lowered my head and kissed her moist lips; she didn't flinch. I gently nibbled on her full earlobe; she didn't resist.
I explored the deep cleavage between her breasts along the seams of her uniform; she just became more breathless. Even when I pulled her hand to my firm
crotch and circled it clockwise, she only blushed more.
Quickly passing first and second base? Next, just one more step to third base to check her reaction level? I could then determine
the timing and angle of her slide back to home base. I gently lifted her tight skirt, feeling her rapid heartbeat against my chest as I probed the edge of her valley
. Through her stockings, I could even feel a large patch of slippery wetness seeping between her legs; her reaction told me she was ready to welcome me,
the man, into her home base.
Still silent, Yang Yutian reached out and turned off the light in the galley. And so, Yang Yutian and I joined
our most private parts in the small galley, only partially covered by a curtain. The thrill of someone intruding at any moment made me both nervous and excited. Fortunately, there weren't many first-class passengers, and they were all
sound . The other flight attendants had also taken turns sleeping, but it was impossible to be completely undressed. I unbuttoned Yang Yutian's collar, pulled down one side of her purple bra
, and kissed her large nipple. She held her breath but hummed softly, enjoying my advances. She reached down to unbuckle my belt, pull down my
trousers and underwear, and her delicate hands pulled out my already engorged and erect penis. The dark brown glans was covered in glistening
secretions . She knelt down and carefully cleaned me with a wet wipe. I finally broke the silence: "Why are you willing to... willing to be with me..." Yang Yutian
stopped what she was doing, looked up at me, and said softly, "Because you look and have a personality like my boyfriend, and... you're so
gentle."
So that's it. I knew what she needed. Stop asking yourself if you're getting extra service. The person kneeling in front of me now is someone as lonely as me
, a flight attendant who wanders the world and rarely finds comfort and affection. I nodded, stroked her hair, and untied her neat bun. Her
shoulder-length hair cascaded down like a waterfall. "Don't mess it up," she reminded me. A surge of tenderness welled up within me, and I tightly embraced her
delicate neck . As if she knew my hint, she leaned forward, slightly parted her pink lips, and
pulled her foreskin back to the base. I thrust my engorged penis into her mouth, and she coughed softly. My sensitive tip seemed to touch the base of her tongue. "Yu Tian, I'm sorry, I'll go slower
," she nodded, continuing to savor and tease my virility. Her movements were slow, seemingly a little clumsy, but I felt
a surge of excitement travel from my spine to my head. As I moved rhythmically, I asked her, "How many months has it been since you and your boyfriend last did it?" I was so stupid;
of course, she didn't answer because she was still sucking me. However, I felt her hand gently stroke my scrotum three times. I
knew that was the answer. No wonder she was so wet when I peered under her skirt earlier.
"You're so smart!" I playfully complimented her. She looked up with adorable eyes, her movements becoming faster and faster. I suddenly felt an urge to ejaculate in her
mouth and on her face. I figured I'd held back enough during my month abroad; the accumulated amount should be considerable, enough for at least two rounds.
I'd control myself for the first time, just a little less.
Yang Yu Tian seemed to understand my thoughts. Ejaculating in her mouth could be rinsed off, ejaculating on her face could be touched up, but getting my uniform dirty would be a big problem. She
grabbed a towel and covered her collar and chest. My hips moved faster and faster, her tongue roaming over my most sensitive spot. I knew I had to hold back for a moment.
"Don't ejaculate too much," she nodded, and I hummed in response. The first and second ejaculations were in her mouth.
During the third thrust, I quickly pulled out, and with a soft "smack," I ejaculated onto Yu Tian's delicate, foundation-covered face. After another wave, I
quickly held back. "You're a bad guy," she said. Thick white semen slid from Yu Tian's cheeks and the corners of her mouth down to her chest. She quickly wiped it away with a towel.
I had actually ejaculated on this high-class flight attendant's face! My heart pounded wildly. Looking at Yu Tian in the dim light, she possessed a hazy beauty. I just wanted to
have the most intimate intercourse with her as soon as possible.
"Don't you need to rest? Would you like some water?" Yu Tian took a glass of water from the cupboard and gave it to me. Her breasts heaved violently. Perhaps
not being able to make a sound made her feel unsatisfied. I drank it all in one gulp, then let her hold my still hard and erect penis as I answered her question.
I had Yang Yutian lean against the preparation table, lifted her narrow skirt up to her slender waist, spread her knees, and used my fingernails to tear open her
stockings, pulling her purple silk lace panties down to her ankles. I reached in to explore the entrance to her garden. Her pubic hair was thick
and . I rubbed my glans directly against her clitoris. She bit her lip, seemingly enjoying it but also feeling restless. As I was about to penetrate the final fortress, she
produced a condom from somewhere and considerately put it on me: "Sorry, be careful, it's fun." She looked at me quietly, her eyes watery and
clear.
I was moved. I guided my penis towards Yutian's pink, folded opening. She trembled, and I immediately felt the beauty's body heat
rise rapidly. I inserted my fingers into her honey hole and repeatedly thrust in and out, her juices flowing out. Her eyes were slightly closed, as if she was about to enjoy a climax.
I straddled her from the side, loosening Yang Yutian's neckline a little more, pulling her bra down to her armpits. Her breasts, which I had just touched, sprang forth proudly,
her dark red nipples erect—my favorite breast shape. I savored the smooth skin of her breasts once more. She arched her upper body backward under
my weight , her beautiful black hair swaying sensually behind her head. I sucked on the raised bumps around her nipples, rubbing them and then gently plucking them with my fingers
. She whispered in my ear, her breath sweet as orchids: "Come in quickly, someone's coming to relieve me." As our lower bodies rubbed together, I seemed to hear
a wet, slippery sound. Knowing this was the perfect moment to enter, I lifted her hips with both hands. She arched her back to meet me. I gripped my weapon, parted
her labia with my left hand, gently rose on my tiptoes, and thrust forward with force. With a "plop," I smoothly entered her. "Oh..." she tried not
to make a sound, but couldn't help but let out a muffled moan. I deliberately asked her softly, "Hard enough?" Yang Yutian's flight attendant uniform was already
half-undone, and she answered passionately, "Keep going...".
I thrust in and out, slowly, then quickly, the mucous membranes of our genitals rubbing together—the most sensual tug-of-war in the world. A man and a
woman, only their lower bodies half-naked, were rubbing their most primal genitals together, generating heat. Yang Yutian's vagina was very tight; she probably didn't have much experience. As I thrust
, I bit and kissed her right breast, which was slightly exposed under her uniform and swaying gently with the rhythmic movements. "Mmm...mmm...I...almost..." Yang Yutian murmured
, leaning against the edge of the counter. I gently held her waist for support, and she raised her legs, tightly wrapped around my waist. Her ankles, still clad in
beige high heels, were suspended in the air. I caressed the inside of her long thighs with my entire palm, and she squeezed her legs even tighter. My penis could barely move back and forth
, so I had to thrust even harder.
The name tag on her uniform had loosened slightly with my thrusts, and the three characters "Yang Yutian" vaguely appeared before my eyes. "Ah..." she
finally couldn't help but moan softly, "I...I'm coming...yes...I've hit the G-spot, it's contracting so fast...once...second time
...oh..." Hearing her deep yet intoxicated moans, I couldn't help but get excited and thrust faster and deeper. She also reached down to caress and play with my
scrotum: "You...are thicker than him...it's...reaching the cervix..." I sped up and pounded wildly from different angles. Yang Yutian's lips parted slightly:
"Brother Huang, is it okay from behind?"
Of course, I also liked to change positions. At tens of thousands of feet in the air, who knew that my movements with Yang Yutian were more intense than the air currents?
I slowly withdrew from her body, our bodily fluids still tightly connected. I had her turn over, aiming at
the entrance of the flight attendant of my dreams, which was already covered in love juice, and mounted her from behind. Her hands were holding onto the handles on the wall. Our genitals pulled back and forth like pistons, my
penis seemingly swelling desperately inside her. If only she were my wife, I thought, grabbing her still-fluffy
hair with one hand as I thrust deeper. "Good... I like this... from behind," I said, thrusting rhythmically, leaning close to her ear
, "What are we doing?" She was already drenched in sweat, answering softly, "Making love." I continued, deliberately teasing her
and arousing myself, "What verbs can be used to describe sex between men and women?"
She blushed again. I slowed my movements, kissing her delicate eyebrows, feeling her contracting again. "For every one you say, I'll thrust a hundred more times
..." Afraid I'd stop and the climax wouldn't continue, she whispered two words, barely audible: "Having sex?" "Going to bed?"
I sped up again, encouraging her to continue, "What else?" Yu Tian shook her head shyly. "I'll say one for you, sex," she said,
squeezing her legs together again, "Mating...copulation..." She knew I'd stop if she didn't say it, and hearing "fuck..." from such a beautiful and elegant girl made me
feel like I was about to ejaculate again. It would only be perfect if we both climaxed at the same time, so I pressed her further, "Then
how else can I say 'fuck you'?" I took Yang Yu Tian's hand and guided it to our engorged genitals. She was already
losing control; I knew she was almost out of strength, but she still managed to say it: "You're...on me...fuck me...fuck me...
insert me..." She took a breath and said something this stunning flight attendant had never said before: "You're so hard...you've been riding me for so long...
you're fucking me so well..."
Unable to resist the passionate stimulation any longer, I flipped Yang Yutian over and thrust into her again in a standing position. I pumped hundreds of
times, until Yang Yutian was incoherent, uttering, "Never...he's ever made me this high..." I knew she was about to reach her
final climax, but I wanted to be with her. "Yutian...you're the best girl I've ever been with," I said, thrusting forcefully,
penetrating deeper and rubbing my hard penis against the walls of Yang Yutian's vagina. "I'm going to cum..." "Mmm...okay...I'm coming too...
" I felt my glans dilate rapidly, and streams of warm semen gushed out. "Oh...I want your sperm..."
"...You ejaculated...I contracted..." I considerately stayed inside her for about three minutes before
pulling my huge penis, condom and all, out. Yang Yutian looked at the tip of the condom, which was filled with so much white semen, and lowered her head in embarrassment, remaining silent. I hugged her and gave her a
grateful kiss.
Everything returned to calm. Fortunately, the other flight attendant had overslept and was an hour late for her shift change. By then, Yang Yutian had already touched up her makeup,
and her beautiful hair was neatly styled in a bun. The collar of her uniform still seemed to be damp with sweat, but what I noticed was her slightly loose name tag. While
the flight attendant was still tidying up at the other end of the cabin, I walked up to Yang Yutian and helped her straighten her name tag. The breasts behind the name tag
had been the subject of my hands an hour earlier. "Thank you," I said. I realized that I seemed to have fallen in love with her eyes, or rather, fallen in love with her. "
Thank you too, it was an unforgettable memory," she said goodnight. "Wait a minute," I took her hand and slipped a note into it. She
smiled faintly, a strange light in her eyes. "You know how we should contact each other again."
She nodded and walked back to their lounge. I knew we would meet again in a coffee shop in Taipei.

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