[One-Night Stand with a Flight Attendant] (Sex on an Airplane) (Full) (Photos and Text) Author: Emei Gladiator

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A One-Night Stand with a Flight Attendant

Author: Emei Gladiator
Layout: Wu Ye
Word Count: 5001 words
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Having sex with a flight attendant can only be described as exciting and novel; but most people can only dream about it. Just like when you
see the words "flight attendant," you think of tall, beautiful women in uniforms, their hair neatly combed back,
their makeup exquisite, and their lips painted with designer lipstick, dragging their luggage as they walk by, the faint scent of perfume emanating from them... I don't believe
you wouldn't be tempted. I also don't believe that this dream actually came true for me, and it really happened on an airplane.

That time, after finishing business in Los Angeles and returning to Taiwan, I was in first class. Because it was the off-season, there were few passengers, and only one
or two flight attendants took turns serving. After nightfall, the other passengers had already fallen into a deep sleep, leaving only me awake.

I was having a headache from jet lag, so I asked a flight attendant to bring me a cup of coffee
.

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"Mr. Ye! Your coffee."

I glanced at the name tag of this pretty flight attendant, which read "Tong Baohua." She was about 165 cm tall with bright, large
eyes. The first-class flight attendants at this "Taiwan Wings" airline were definitely handpicked.

"Thank you." I reached for the steaming cup, accidentally burning my elbow, which brushed against her as she
bent over , her breasts prominent beside me.

"Ah!" she exclaimed softly, embarrassed. 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 took a tissue to
wipe my hands.

"Sorry!" Tong Baohua was clearly a little flustered.

"Your name is very nice. Do you have an English name?" I took the opportunity to strike up a conversation with her.

She glanced at her name tag, seemingly aware that I had peeked, and winked, saying, "You can call me Meg
, Meg from Megline."

"My name is Clark," I briefly introduced myself, and we chatted for a bit. I learned she lived in
Banqiao, had worked as a secretary for her family after graduating from university, and had recently become a flight attendant, only recently starting in first class.

After our brief conversation, Tong Baohua nodded to me, indicating she was going to the galley to organize the tableware.

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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
sleep , but the coffee I'd just drunk was taking effect, making my head too clear. Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was Tong Baohua'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 to the galley. Tong Baohua was in the small galley, her back to me, arranging the cutlery. Hearing my footsteps, she turned and asked in a melodious voice, "Mr. Ye, is your headache still bothering you?" She asked with concern. I nodded. She seemed to suddenly remember me touching her chest earlier, and a blush crept onto her oval face. "Um, I have a slight fever," I lied. She actually came over and touched my forehead. "No fever?" she smiled, as if she'd seen through my prank. 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 trousers 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 pull away. I gently nibbled on her full earlobe; she didn't resist. I explored the deep cleavage between her breasts along the seam of her uniform; she just became more breathless. Even when I pulled her hand to my firm crotch and circled it clockwise, her face only flushed more. Quickly passing first and second base, all that was needed was one more step on third base to confirm her reaction and determine the timing and angle of our slide back to home base. I gently lifted her tight skirt, feeling her rapid heartbeat against my chest. I probed the edge of her valley, and even through her stockings, I could feel a large, slippery, wet patch seeping between her legs. The woman's reaction told me she was ready to welcome me, the man, into her home base. She remained silent, and Tong Baohua reached out and turned off the light in the galley. And so, Tong Baohua and I, in that small galley with only a curtain slightly ajar, united our most private parts. 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 fast asleep. The other flight attendants had also taken turns sleeping, but it was impossible for them to be completely undressed. [attach]1329255[/attach] I unbuttoned Tong Baohua's collar, pulled down one side of her purple bra, and bit and kissed her large nipple. She held her breath but hummed softly, enjoying my invasion while reaching down to unbuckle my belt, pull down my trousers and underwear, and my already engorged and erect penis was taken out by her slender hands, the dark brown glans already covered with glistening secretions. She knelt down and carefully cleaned me with a wet wipe. I finally broke the silence: "Why are you willing to be with me?" Tong Baohua stopped what she was doing, looked up at me and said softly, "Because your appearance and personality are just like my boyfriend's, and...you are so gentle." So that's it. I know she needs it. Stop asking yourself if you're getting extra services. The person kneeling in front of me now is a lonely person like me, a flight attendant who wanders the world and rarely finds comfort and affection . I nodded, stroked her hair, and loosened her neatly styled hair, which cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall. "Don't mess it up," she cautioned. [attach]1329256[/attach] A surge of tenderness welled up within me, and I tightly embraced her delicate neck. As if sensing my hint, she...

She leaned forward, her pink lips slightly parted, and pulled her foreskin back to the base of my penis. I thrust in, my engorged
penis entering her small mouth.

She coughed softly; my sensitive tip seemed to touch the base of her tongue.

"Baohua, I'm sorry, I'll go slower."

She nodded, continuing to savor and tease my life-giving essence. Her movements were slow, seemingly
a little clumsy. But I felt a surge of excitement coursing through my spine to my head.

As I thrust 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 sucking me. But I felt her hand
gently caress my scrotum three times. I knew that was the answer; no wonder she got so wet so quickly when I peeked under her skirt
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"You're so smart!" I playfully complimented her. She looked up with adorable eyes, her swallowing and spitting
faster and faster. I suddenly had a strong urge to ejaculate in her mouth and on her face. I figured I'd held back
enough during my month abroad, and the accumulated amount should be considerable, enough for more than two rounds. I'd just control the first one and ejaculate less
.

Tong Baohua seemed to understand my thoughts. Ejaculating in her mouth would be fine for rinsing, and ejaculating on her face would be fine for touching up makeup, but getting her 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 to avoid ejaculating too much.

"I'm coming."

She nodded, and I hummed in agreement. The first and second ejaculations were in her mouth.
On the third thrust, I quickly pulled out and gently "slapped" onto Baohua's delicately powdered face. After
another wave, I quickly held back.

"You're a bad guy." Thick, white semen slid from Bao Hua's cheeks and the corners of her mouth down to her chest, which she quickly
wiped away . I had actually ejaculated on this excellent flight attendant's face. My heart was pounding wildly. Looking at Bao Hua in the dim light, she possessed
a hazy beauty. I just wanted to make love to her as soon as possible.

"Don't you need to rest? Would you like some water?" Bao Hua took a glass of water from the cupboard and gave it to me. Her breasts
heaved violently. Perhaps because she couldn't make a sound, she felt 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 Tong Bao Hua lean against the counter and
lifted her narrow skirt up to her slender 23-inch waist. I spread her knees, used my fingernails to cut open her stockings, and pulled her
purple silk lace panties down to her heels. I reached out to explore the entrance to my garden.

Her thick pubic hair was already soaking wet. I rubbed her clitoris directly with the head of my penis. She bit her lip,
seemingly enjoying it but also feeling unbearable. As I was penetrating her final stronghold, she took out a condom from somewhere and
considerately put it on me, saying, "Sorry, be happy but careful."

She looked at me serenely, her eyes watery and clear. I was moved. I guided my penis towards Baohua's
pink, folded opening. She trembled, and I immediately felt her body heat rise sharply. I inserted my fingers
into her honey hole and repeatedly pumped in and out, her juices flowing out continuously. Her eyes were slightly closed, as if she was about to enjoy a climax.

I turned to the side and loosened Tong Baohua's neckline a little more, pulling her bra down to her armpits. Her breasts, which I had just
touched, sprang out proudly, her dark red nipples erect—my favorite breast shape. I savored
the smooth skin of her breasts once more. She leaned back, her beautiful black hair swaying sensually behind her head.
I sucked on the raised bumps around her nipples, rubbing and gently picking at 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
opportunity . I lifted her hips with both hands, and 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 entered her smoothly.

"Oh..." she tried not to make a sound, but couldn't help but let out a muffled moan.

I deliberately asked her softly, "Hardenough?"

Tong Baohua's flight attendant uniform was already half-undone, and she answered passionately, "Keep going...
"

I thrust in and out slowly, then faster, and then in again. The tug-of-war between the mucous membranes of the sexual organs was the most sensual
tug-of-war in the world. A man and a woman, only their lower bodies half-naked, let their most primal sexual organs rub together and generate heat. Tong Baohua's
vagina was very tight, and 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 swayed gently with the simple and harmonious movements.

"Mmm...mmm...I...faster..." Tong Baohua murmured, leaning against the edge of the dining cabinet. I gently
held her waist for support, and she raised her legs and wrapped them tightly around my waist. Her ankles, which were not in contact with the ground, were still wearing beige
high heels. I caressed the inside of her long thighs with my whole palm, and she squeezed her legs even tighter. My penis
could hardly move back and forth, so I had to thrust harder. The name tag on her uniform had
loosened the three characters "Tong Baohua" vaguely appeared before my eyes.

"Ah..." she finally couldn't help but cry out, "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 his...it's...reaching...reaching the cervix..."

I sped up and pounded wildly from different angles. Tong Baohua's red lips parted slightly: "Brother Ye, is it okay from behind?" Of

course, I also liked to change positions. At tens of thousands of feet in the air, who would know that Tong Baohua and I
were moving more intensely than the air currents?

I slowly withdrew from her body, our bodily fluids still tightly intertwined. I turned her over, aiming at
the entrance of my dream flight attendant, already slick with desire, and mounted her from behind. Her hands gripped the handle on the wall,
our genitals pulling back and forth like pistons. My penis seemed to swell desperately inside her. If
only she were my wife, I thought, grabbing her now-disheveled hair as I thrust
deeper .

"Good…I like this…from behind…"

I murmured, thrusting rhythmically, and whispered in her ear, "What are we doing?"

She answered softly, already drenched in sweat, "Making love!"

I continued, deliberately teasing her and fueling my own desire: "What do men and women use for sex?"
"What verbs can replace them?"

She blushed again. I slowed my movements, kissed her delicate eyebrows, and felt her contracting again: "
For every one you say, I'll thrust a hundred more times..."

Afraid that I would stop and the climax would not continue, she said two words in an almost inaudible voice: "
Have sex ," "Go to bed."

I started to speed up again to encourage her to continue: "Anything else?"

Baohua shook her head shyly.

"Let me say it for you, sex."

She squeezed her legs together again: "Mating...copulation..."

She knew I would stop if she didn't say it, and hearing such a beautiful and elegant girl say "fuck
..."

made me feel like I was about to ejaculate again. It would only be perfect if we both had an orgasm at the same time; so I pressed her further:
"Then how else can I say 'fuck you'?"

I took Tong Baohua's hand and guided it to our engorged genitals. She was already losing
control, and I knew she was almost out of strength, but she still said it: "You're...on me..."
"...Fuck me...fuck me...fuck 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've made me so wet..."

I could no longer resist the stimulation of such passionate words, so I turned Tong Baohua over and thrust into her again in a standing position
. I thrust hundreds of times, and Tong Baohua was already incoherent from my thrusting: "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: "Baohua...you're the best
girl I've ever been with."

I thrust in and out forcefully, pushing deeper and rubbing my hard penis against Tong Baohua's vaginal walls with all my might:
"I'm going to cum..." "

Mmm...okay...I'm coming too...coming..."

I felt my glans open rapidly, and streams of warm semen gushed out one after another.

"Oh...I want your sperm...you came...I contracted..."

I considerately stayed inside her for about three minutes before pulling my huge penis out, condom and all.
Tong Baohua looked at the tip of the condom, which was filled with so much white semen, and lowered her head in embarrassment, remaining silent.

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I hugged her and gave her a grateful kiss. Everything returned to calm. Fortunately, another flight attendant had overslept and was
an hour late for her shift change. By then, Tong Baohua had already touched up her makeup, and her beautiful hair was neatly styled into a bun.
The collar of her uniform still seemed to have some sweat on it, 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 Tong Baohua and helped her straighten her name tag
. Behind the name tag, her breasts, which had been the subject of my hands an hour earlier, were visible.

"Thank you." I realized that I seemed to have fallen in love with her eyes or with her as a whole.

"Thank you for a memorable experience too," 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 .

[The End]

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