Romantic encounters on airplanes

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"Suck..." Finally, she sucked hard on my glans, then lifted her head and said, "I'm so itchy! I want it!"

"...Thank you all for listening to Anran Broadcast, ?魑宦猛靖咝耍? /> "Chicken Rice." "
Shortly after takeoff, I unbuckled my seatbelt, stretched, and was calculating how to adjust my seat so I could get a good night's sleep to recover from the night's revelry. But then, a striking figure appeared before me.
A flight attendant, carrying a coffee pot, slowly moved from the front row towards the back of the plane. She had bright, clear blue eyes, a high nose, full lips, and her hair, styled in a bun, was jet black and glossy. The buttons on her white dress barely concealed her ample bust, which, based on my experience, was at least 36 inches. Her slender waist was no more than 24.5 inches, and her legs, visible beneath her black miniskirt, were conservatively estimated to be 40 inches long.
She walked lightly to my side, flashing a captivating smile. Perhaps because she saw I was Chinese, she asked in broken Cantonese, 'Sir, would you like some coffee?'" "
Upon seeing such a rare beauty, I had already removed my nightgown. I smiled at her and said, 'No need to remove it.'" "
Because my seat was at the very back of the plane, she nodded slightly to me and went back. At that moment, I had already made up my mind—I had to get this woman.
But I'm not one of those perverts who enjoy touching people inappropriately. I think it's the most foolish thing to incur the hatred of a handsome man for a moment of lust. Every woman I've ever been with has been willing. Being sensual but not vulgar has always been my principle. Therefore, my first priority was to get her attention and get her into a relationship. As for sex…duh! That was of course my primary focus, but that would have to
wait until after we landed. It would take more than six hours to reach Australia, so I had plenty of time. I decided to lean back in my seat, organize my thoughts, and wait for my opportunity. Fortunately, my opportunity came quickly.
She came over again to check if any passengers needed her assistance. When she came to my side, I called out to her.
'Miss, could you please give me a glass of water?'" “
Sure!” She returned to the break room and quickly brought me a glass of water.
“Thank you.” I stared at the name tag on her chest and asked, “Would you mind if I asked you a question?”
She smiled politely, “Of course.”
“I wanted to ask how to pronounce your name?”
I slapped my forehead, feigning ignorance, “Right! I just can’t remember. I think it means green leaf, right?”
I said in a slightly exaggerated voice, “Your parents are geniuses.”
She asked, puzzled, “Why?”
“A flower as perfect as you, isn’t it just missing a green leaf?” "
This (a slightly cheesy, old-fashioned phrase) I tried to say it anyway, but it seemed to work. Her face was full of smiles, and my goal for this trip had left an impression on her. Anyway, there was still a long night ahead, so I decided to stop while I was ahead and not pester her anymore.
Soon it was time to serve the airplane meals, and she was still the one serving me.
"Sir, would you like chicken rice or Fujian fried rice?"
She put down her plate and said kindly, "The chicken is very good today, and the vegetables are unusually fresh. Please enjoy."
Seeing her expression, I knew that my efforts had not been in vain. She had indeed left a good impression on me, and I owe half of that to my parents for giving me this appearance. But don't think I have a very handsome face just because I say that. That's not true. This is not modesty, but the truth. Of course, I'm not ugly at all. You could say I have regular features. But I've had a special trait since I was little: people who have seen me once or twice can hardly remember what I look like, but people who have really met me can remember me very well." She would easily develop a liking for me. I personally think that's much better than those exceptionally beautiful girls; being too attention-grabbing makes many things inconvenient.
This time, I didn't say much, because I understand that knowing when to hold back is key to success. She was busy with important matters, so even if I offered my help, it wouldn't be very effective and might even annoy her.
When I saw her walk around the corridor twice, her expression much more relaxed, I roughly guessed that she had finished her work. When she came near me again, I quickly seized the opportunity and said, "Abeytu!"
She smiled warmly and said, "Sir, how can I help you?"
“You can call me Ah Tian.”
She nodded willingly and smiled. “So, Ah Tian, is there anything you need?”
“I need your body and your cunt.” Only an idiot would say that, so although the words roared out in my mind, I uttered a different sentence: “Are you free now?”
“Nothing much, it’s just that the people around don’t seem to understand Chinese, and I want to talk to someone alone.” Although someone who has slept with more than ten foreign women doesn’t need to find someone who understands Chinese to chat with, I still tried my best to put on a sincere “I can’t live without you” look.
She looked around and, seeing that there was nothing special she needed to help with, nodded at me: “Hmm!”
“Great!” I said happily: “By the way, you don’t look Chinese!”
“My father is from Hong Kong, and my mother is British.”
"No wonder you have such beautiful blue eyes!" I exclaimed sincerely.
She smiled sweetly, which almost melted my heart. However, I didn't know if insurance companies would cover "having a heart attack because of seeing a handsome man on a plane," so I tried my best to control my racing heart.
We chatted about all sorts of things for a while, but then something unexpected happened.
I accidentally dropped the paper cup I was holding. Luckily, I had already finished my drink, and I quickly bent down to pick it up. At that very moment… She wanted to do the same as me, which caused our cheeks to brush lightly. As we both stood up, I clearly saw a blush on her face, making her look even more beautiful. But I could also see that besides a bit of shyness and embarrassment, she also had a little something else—desire.
You might find it strange: "Isn't that amazing? Just because someone blushes, you assume they have desire?"
Hearing me say that, she seemed to find strength from somewhere and immediately said, "No...no, don't ejaculate on me!"
This is because I'm a professional gambler, and the ability to gamble on a small scale is a necessary skill for me. Speaking of gambling, many people think it's just entertainment, and that making a living from it is impossible. They say those "Gods of Gamblers" and "Saints of Gamblers" in movies are all just for show. I can tell you, those gambling god TV shows… are indeed just for show. In reality, how could things always be so coincidental, like someone else having four packs of cigarettes while you have a flush? However, in reality, gambling isn't about relying on luck or fate. As long as you have vision, courage, are willing to put in the effort, and know when to hold back and when to let go, it's not impossible to win more than you lose. For example… (Some readers: Damn it! We want to see you beat others! What are you talking about gambling? If I wanted to gamble, wouldn't I go to Macau myself? If you keep talking nonsense, I'll blow up your computer!) Yes, yes, yes! I seem to have strayed too far from the topic, I'm truly sorry, I'm just exhausted from work. Back to my prey, seeing her so responsive, I mustered my courage and made a tentative move. I gently wiped her buttocks with the back of my hand, carefully observing her every twitch. Her delicate body trembled slightly, but I couldn't see a hint of fear in her expression. This further confirmed my initial assessment; it seemed that for this girl, being touched wasn't something to be ashamed of, but rather something she enjoyed!
I wasn't in a hurry to make my move. After chatting with her for a few more minutes, she left because she had something to do. However, every time she passed by afterward, I would take a little pleasure from her. Her skin was truly flawless, especially her beautiful legs, which made my little brother incredibly excited, throbbing incessantly.
She would often linger near me, intentionally or unintentionally, until it was completely dark outside. Then she would come over and say, "Want me to close the window? It'll make you sleep more comfortably."
(The End)
I didn't understand what she meant by that. Since it was completely dark outside, why would I need to close the window? And even if I really wanted to, although I was sitting in an aisle seat, there was no one sitting in the window seat next to me. I could easily reach out and close it.
But since she offered, I was willing to see what tricks she was up to. I saw her lean forward, one of her huge breasts less than a centimeter in front of my nose. When she raised her hand to adjust the window, that huge hemisphere was pressed directly against my face. The feeling was truly indescribable.
As I was enjoying the pleasure of that sweet dream, I glanced out of the corner of my eye and saw that her hand hadn't actually closed the window. She was just pretending to place it on the glass, and then she slightly moved her hair away, seemingly trying to enhance her sensation.
"Abeytu."
Although I knew she was a bit of a nymphomaniac, I never imagined it would go this far. On a whim, I took a deep breath near her armpit. Her body jolted, she let out a very soft "Oh," and quickly straightened up, glaring at me reproachfully, but her face was full of smiles. At that moment, I knew that my most anticipated target wouldn't have to wait until landing.
The passengers two seats in front of me were snoring quite loudly, but that made our conversation easier.
I whispered in her ear, "Is there anything else you need to do?"
She replied in an equally soft voice, "I'm preparing your next meal, but it's almost done. What's up?"
"Nothing much, really. I just wanted to tell you that I want to go to a cafe, but I usually leave for a long time and forget to lock the door. Could you check it for me later?"
Although I couldn't see her expression in the darkness, I saw her think for a moment, nod, and then return to the break room.
I sat for a while longer, making sure everyone else was asleep before heading into the restroom. It was conveniently located right behind my seat.
A moment later, the door opened, and a figure darted in – it was her, of course.
She quickly locked the door. I wrapped my arms around her from behind and whispered in her ear, "Why do you look so flustered? Doesn't your company allow you to stay in the restroom with male passengers?"
She retorted, "You know perfectly well, of course not!"
I spread my hands, teasing her, "So it's like you've done something wrong! Why would you do something wrong just to come in?"
She turned and punched me in the chest: "I'm not playing with you anymore. I can't stay long, hurry up!"
I think few men could resist that. My lips quickly sealed hers, my tongue, like a greedy snake, burrowing into her moist mouth, intertwining with her tongue. Slowly, my lips parted hers, moving towards her alluring chin, sometimes gently biting, sometimes sucking, my tongue tracing its way down her delicate neck, while her breathing grew heavier.
"I don't understand! What are you doing?" I said, taking a half-step forward. Anyone who's ever flown knows how tiny the in-flight restrooms are; that half-step was enough to trap her between me and the door, her large breasts distorted by my chest.
She pleaded in her broken Cantonese, "Stop playing around! I want it..."
"Can you feel it?" I asked after a light kiss on her neck.
"I already felt it when you were touching my breasts outside."
I imagined her outside, under the watchful eyes of everyone, her secret place still oozing moisture, and my penis hardened like a rock.
My hand brazenly slipped inside her skirt and touched her. Even through her panties, I could feel the overflowing moisture in her crotch area, with plenty of love juice staining my hand.
"You're really exaggerating!" I lewdly chuckled.
"It's all because of you," she said indignantly.
"Then don't you want to?"
"You're really... uh!" She couldn't finish her sentence because one of my hands had already covered her breast, rubbing it in circles.
My other hand wasn't idle either, stroking her fair thigh back and forth. She obediently raised one leg, allowing me to play with it to my heart's content.
She said somewhat shyly, "I don't know the explanation. My parents changed it for me, but I think it sounds nice."
To ensure the passengers' comfort, all the cabin lights were turned off. I observed for a while, making sure most people were asleep, and then took the opportunity to wave her over.
After rubbing for a while, I was no longer satisfied with the restrictive contact. I unbuttoned the top button of her blouse, and her beautiful breasts bounced back as if liberated. The black bra could barely cover a small part of the two fleshy mounds. I quickly pulled the bra up a bit, and the pink nipples immediately appeared before me. Their firmness was probably no less than that of my penis. I stuck out my tongue and kept circling it along the edge, but strangely, I refused to touch it directly, having a great time playing with it.
"Ugh...ugh...ugh..." As I played with her, her breathing grew louder and louder.
I peeked at her and saw her tilt her head back, close her eyes, and part her lips, looking incredibly sexy. Unexpectedly, I put that luscious red grape in my mouth, and she immediately cried out, "Uh!"
I didn't give her a chance to catch her breath, my lips continuing to rub against her back while my tongue plunging into her breast. She knew she couldn't make too much noise, so she bit her lower lip and forced back the sweet sounds coming from her throat: "Ugh...ugh...ugh...ugh..."
Seeing her like this made me even happier. My left hand slid under her skirt and rubbed my middle finger back and forth in her private parts.
"Oh...ugh...ugh...uh...ugh..." Her whole body went limp, and she rested her head on my shoulder, saying, "That's enough, give it to me!"
I thought that was about right, so I spread her out and sat on the toilet seat: "Okay! But my good brother isn't very energetic, I wonder if he can satisfy you?"
Actually, with a girl as cute as her, just looking at her for a while was enough to make my little brother aroused, but to tease her, I deliberately thought about some difficult card games while talking to her, distracting myself, which made my little brother return to a semi-erect state.
She used her hand to stroke my penis, and couldn't help but stick out her tongue and lick my glans, a tingling sensation... It went straight to my nerves, making me sigh softly.
She looked at my sly expression, smiled, knelt down in front of me, unzipped my pants, and held my penis in her hands. My penis wasn't very long, about five and a half inches at its hardest, but it was extremely thick. She ran her fingers over it twice, then slowly rubbed it with her palm. The warm, soft feeling was indescribable, and soon I was as hard as a rock.
She held my fully erect penis, her thumb and middle finger almost touching it. Upon contact, her eyes gleamed with an unusual light, like a child who had finally obtained a toy they had long desired, but with an added touch of lewdness.
Seeing my reaction, she gave a lewd smile and intensified her licking of my penis, sweeping the tip of her tongue from the base of my scrotum to the urethral opening, then taking the entire glans into her mouth, stroking it back and forth while continuously swirling her tongue around it.
A thin, clear fluid seemed to connect my glans to her lip; I gently wiped it away and said, "Come on!"
My penis pressed against her entrance. So, little by little, she felt deeply, her brow furrowed, sensing the sensation with her heart, until it was fully inside her, then she let out a long sigh, enjoying the full feeling.
Protected by that soft, wet cave, my penis became even more ambitious, really wanting to satisfy this slut with thunderous piston-like movements, but I knew that being caught doing this on an airplane was no joke, so I had to suppress my lust, only moving my hips back and forth with small amplitude, my penis trembling incessantly inside her vagina like an electric dildo.
"Ah...ah..."
A wave of pleasure surged through her lower body, and she focused on enjoying it with her eyes closed. But this trembling, like a mere tickle, was hardly enough to satisfy this slut. She herself gently swayed her slender waist to intensify the pleasure.
After a minute of this, I could no longer restrain myself. With a thrust, I launched my first attack into her flesh.
"Ahhh!" The intense stimulation caused her to gasp, which also brought me a powerful sensation. I was unwilling to stop, thrusting into her flesh again and again.
"Uh...uh...ooh...eeh...eeh..." She tried her best to endure, but a continuous gurgling sound came from her throat. She could only grit her teeth and minimize the noise.
Seeing her expression, a mixture of pain and pleasure, my reason vanished. A wicked desire arose within me, and I longed to enjoy the pleasure that teetered on the edge of danger, making my attacks even more ferocious.
"Ugh...ah!" Her endurance had truly reached its limit, and she pleaded in my ear, "No...don't...ah...too...too fast...uh...slow down."
"It's just too...comfortable...stop...stop..."
When I heard her say this, I stopped arguing back fiercely, but I didn't stop either. Instead, I shifted my hips, making my penis move in a circular motion inside her.
"No...no...stop...no...uh...ah..."
She couldn't stop me, so she bit my shoulder hard, silencing herself.
Although a sharp pain shot through my shoulder, it couldn't mask the pleasure coursing through every nerve. I thrust into her again with frenzied force.
Suddenly, her teeth clenched tighter, her whole body convulsing. I knew her orgasm was coming. Sure enough, in less than half a second, her vaginal opening contracted rapidly. People often talk about the work of nature, but how can the wonders of nature be taken away by humans? Just like those ridiculously expensive massage machines these days, how can they compare to even a fraction of the beauty of her vagina? At that moment, I truly felt that a woman's vagina was the most perfect massager created by God. Every nerve on my penis was intensely stimulated, and even a single cell in my body seemed to be telling me how pleasurable this moment was.
Her orgasm lasted for several seconds, after which she clung to me like a limp rag.
"Ah, ah, ah..."
She got what she wanted, but I wasn't finished yet. Of course, I continued my thrusting. After the extreme pleasure, the sensation in her lower body would temporarily become dull, so no matter how much I took care of her, she didn't feel anything; it was just one-sided satisfaction for me.
I asked, "Isn't this comfortable?"
I didn't like this at all, so I switched to rhythmic thrusting. After a brief response and my skillful stimulation, she quickly started making pleasurable nasal sounds again: "Mmm... mmm... ooh... mmm... mmm..."
Seeing that it was almost time, I stopped thrusting. I moved her, crossing her left leg to the right and pulling her right leg to the left, turning her around 180 degrees so she was facing away from me.
She stood up, pulled down her panties from under her skirt, and straddled my thigh. I lifted her right leg; the soaking wet panties still clung to her calf. Because her miniskirt was pulled up, her beautiful vulva was fully visible, the neat short hairs forming an inverted triangle, incredibly alluring.
After changing positions, the angle at which my penis rubbed against her vagina was also different; I thrust in and out, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, leaving her feeling unsettled.
"Ugh...ugh...ah! Uh...uh...uh...uh...uh...uh...uh...uh...uh...uh...uh...uh..."
After a while, her sensations grew stronger, but this time she turned her back to me, unable to endure it by biting me any longer. She could only plead again, "Wait...wait...too...too fast...I can't take it...uh...wait...uh...wait!"
I ignored her and focused on my piston-like movements.
"So...so good...faster...no...don't...no, I'll be discovered...slower...bigger...harder...ah! Just...no...I can't take it anymore...gentler...please..."
The surge of pleasure and the fear of being discovered had made her somewhat incoherent. My remaining rationality told me that this was too dangerous, and her moans gradually grew louder.
She looked surprised; perhaps she had never been asked such a question on a plane in all her years as a flight attendant, but she quickly replied, "Well, you could say that." With her
mouth covered, the sounds naturally became quieter, and she could moan more boldly. Although she wasn't screaming wildly, she wasn't holding back as much as before.
"Mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...mmmmmmmmmmm..." A familiar spasm ran through her; it seemed she was about to climax a second time, and after a round of thrusting, I was also nearing my climax.
Her whole body tensed, enjoying her second bliss. Under the onslaught of her tender flesh, I struggled to hold back my ejaculation.
"Ugh ugh ugh ugh..."
After the climax, she was naturally exhausted, but there was no time for her to rest.
"I...I'm coming too."
"Of course I know, otherwise I would have already ejaculated, hurry up..."
Before I could finish speaking, she understood what I meant. With her last bit of strength, she struggled to her feet, knelt before me again, and took my throbbing penis into her mouth.
"Ugh..." With a groan, my hot semen filled her mouth, a wave of pleasure shooting up her spine to her brain.
After pulling my penis out of her mouth, her first instinct was to spit the mouthful of semen into the toilet. It seemed she was the kind of woman who could handle oral sex but not swallowing it.
I stopped her, knowing full well what she was doing, and asked, "What do you want to do?"
She pointed to her mouth, then to the toilet, indicating she wanted to spit out what was in her mouth.
As I straightened my pants, I said, "Rinse your mouth, get dressed, and then you can go out. Otherwise, it won't be good to cause trouble."
"No need! Isn't it better to just swallow it like this?"
But should I stop here? I knew I couldn't, so I had to resort to a last resort, covering her mouth with my hand.
She frowned and shook her head.
I continued, "That's fine then, but it seems we won't have a chance to meet again after we get off the plane."
She shook her head even more vigorously than before, thought for a moment, then tilted her head back and swallowed.
I had expected this, and smiled, "See, it's not too unbearable, is it?"
After swallowing, she licked her lips, "Really! All my boyfriends used to smell terrible, but you don't smell at all!"
She smiled mysteriously, "I think I've already confused people. I've been doing this for so many years, and this is the first time I've been away for so long! But no one would ever guess that I went to do this kind of thing!"
I smiled too, pressed my ear to the door, listened quietly for a while, opened the door a crack, and after confirming that no one was outside, slipped out.
During the rest of the flight, after exchanging phone numbers with her, I could finally sleep peacefully.
After landing and entering the country, the first thing I did was save the number on the note she gave me into my phone. Stepping out of the airport, I lazily stretched: "The weather abroad is so nice!"
It seems this trip will be very enjoyable.

Now all I have to do is wait, wait for the right opportunity.

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