Flight attendants on airport buses

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Being a flight attendant is considered a good job by most people, but the various work pressures often lead to
irregular .

Ye Yuhan, 24, is a flight attendant for China Eastern Airlines. She graduated three years ago from a vocational college with a major
in flight attendant training and joined China Eastern after graduation.

Ye Yuhan is a precocious girl; she started menstruating at nine and was already wearing an E-cup bra at fifteen.
She is 163 cm tall and has a great figure. Perhaps due to her early maturity, her body is very
sensitive , and her sex drive is very strong (meeting three criteria for her: thick eyebrows, large areolas, and abundant pubic hair—truly
a natural beauty). Therefore, she constantly seeks stimulation.

In her family's eyes, Ye Yuhan is just a well-behaved, academically average, and pretty girl. But
deep down , Ye Yuhan is extremely promiscuous; she often secretly masturbates at home, fantasizing
about being gang-raped by a group of men. Despite her pretty and charming appearance, Ye Yuhan is actually a wanton and promiscuous slut
... As she matured, Ye Yuhan became even more attractive. Even though her clothing wasn't particularly
revealing , she easily aroused men, and those with weaker resistance would ejaculate inside her.

The seemingly innocent yet alluring Ye Yuhan had long since lost her virginity—at 16, in her second year of high school, she
had sex with a classmate, and they later broke up.

She subsequently dated and had sex with eight men, and had many more
one-night stands . Now 24, Ye Yuhan is a seasoned veteran. Having been penetrated so many times, her labia
have turned black and everted, what's known as a "black fungus."

Ye Yuhan's vagina is of exceptional quality; coupled with her petite figure and daily vaginal exercises
, even with her frequent sexual activity, her vagina remains incredibly tight.

A few months ago, Ye Yuhan broke up with her last boyfriend and is currently single.

There was a flight to Beijing at noon today, so Ye Yuhan got up early to get ready.
After putting on her makeup and styling her hair, Ye Yuhan started getting dressed.

She wore a light pink bra that accentuated her fair and round breasts.
The lace trim was quite exquisite, and the suggestive color only fueled her imagination. Her
panties had the same pattern and color. It must be said, her figure was truly beautiful; her curvaceous
figure was flawless, with no excess fat on her waist or abdomen, and a small belly button nestled in her smooth
stomach. She seemed quite proud of her beautiful figure, touching her slender waist and
twirling around in front of the mirror with a smug look. She then pushed up her full, firm breasts, bent over, and
admired her alluring cleavage in the mirror. Turning around, she faced the mirror sideways, proudly sticking out her round,
pert buttocks.

Next, Ye Yuhan pulled out a stack of new flesh-colored stockings. A pair of stockings doesn't last long anyway, so it's no wonder
Ye Yuhan buys new ones every few days. She took out a pair of stockings, tore off the cellophane wrapping, picked up
one, found the top, lifted her right foot, placed her heel on the edge of the bed, and pointed her toes high.
With practiced ease, she gathered the toe of the stocking to her hand, carefully slipped it
over her delicate toes, rolled up the stocking, straightened her left toes, and gently slipped it into the stocking. She pulled it up slightly with both hands,
then lifted her right foot and pulled it into the stocking as well. She
lifted her foot again, slipping her entire foot into the stocking. Then she curled her toes downwards, slightly extended her beautiful foot forward, and simultaneously
pulled the stocking up her leg a few times, raising it above her knee. Then she twisted her waist, lifted her leg, and
crossed her left leg over her right knee. She picked up the other stocking with both hands, bent down and put it on her left foot,
then straightened up and pulled the stocking down her leg to her knee. Next, she bent down again and adjusted the toes
of both , then straightened up once more. She lifted both feet
to examine them, then brought them back and touched them a few times. Next, she stretched her feet out, hovered them in mid-air
, and rotated her ankles a few times before putting them down, holding her skirt in her hands and standing up. Then, her weight shifted to
one foot, and she took a small step to the side with the other, tiptoeing on her big toe, her ankle gracefully
twisting, the instep forming a beautiful arch, her knee slightly bent, her legs forming a pretty
"K". Twisting her waist, she reached out with both hands and grabbed the stockings, slowly pulling them down to
the desired position. Then, hooking the top of the stocking with two fingers, she smoothed the elastic lace trim
. She bent over slightly, ran her hand over her stockinged leg a few more times, and then twisted her waist to look at herself from side to side.
Satisfied , she switched to the other leg, reversing the "K" shape.
She repeated the process of putting on the stockings. Once Ye Yuhan had the stockings back on, she sat down on the bed again and
turned around. Now, the flesh-colored stockings made her appear even more
alluring, her lower body seemingly transparent. Her semi-transparent pink crystal silk panties
were even more seductive against the backdrop of the stockings. Through the panties, Ye Yuhan could even see her alluring cleft; the black
pubic hair, bound by the stockings and panties, resembled a piece of black satin, smooth and captivating. Ye Yuhan glanced at her
genitals and noticed some pubic hair peeking through her stockings. She reached into the stockings and tucked the protruding hair into her panties
. After looking at it, she smoothed the pubic hair down.

Then, Ye Yuhan put on her flight attendant uniform. She wore a white long-sleeved shirt, a black
scarf, and a red sleeveless vest. The hem of her black suit skirt was a bit below her knees, revealing
her thighs and calves encased in flesh-colored stockings—she looked absolutely stunning.

Ye Yuhan opened the shoe cabinet. Inside were three pairs of black high-heeled sandals, three pairs of white high-heeled
sandals, two pairs of gold high-heeled sandals, two pairs of silver high-heeled sandals, one pair of red
high-heeled sandals, and one pair of dark blue high-heeled sandals. All of these sandals had small stiletto heels, mostly 8 centimeters high, some 10 centimeters
, and one pair 12 centimeters. In addition, there were two pairs of wedge sandals, two pairs of mid-heel sandals, three pairs of low-
heeled sandals, and two pairs of regular high heels. Ye Yuhan was a girl who loved wearing high-heeled sandals, but her uniform
required her to wear regular high heels, so she wore them every day during her days off.

Ye Yuhan put on a pair of black high heels with bright red soles and 10-centimeter heels.
Centimeters, very sexy.

Since she had packed all her clothes in her suitcase last night, Ye Yuhan put on her clothes and high heels
and drove her red sports car towards the Blue Ocean Hotel, where the airport shuttle bus was located.

Once on the airport bus, Ye Yuhan began to regret it, because she had forgotten to use the restroom at the hotel and now she urgently needed to
urinate.

Ye Yuhan kept squeezing her full thighs together in her seat, trying to twist her body to suppress the urge.
Her t-back dress sank into her buttocks, her full labia gently rubbing against her skirt,
and she felt a little wet between her legs, a feeling of shame mixed with a desire to get to the airport quickly.

Before the bus had even driven for half an hour, Ye Yuhan felt the pressure in her bladder constantly increasing, the floodwaters repeatedly
pounding against her sensitive urethra. Gritting her teeth and enduring the pain for a while, she felt she was about to wet her pants.
She quickly looked around and moved to a corner where no one would notice, then used her
secret weapon for holding her pee since childhood—she secretly slipped her hand inside her underwear. The silk t-back was already wet and slippery from the
leaking urine and vaginal fluid. Ye Yuhan opened her palm, gently lifting her slightly erect
clitoris, and pressed the heel of her palm against her throbbing urethra. The pressure of her buttocks combined with the firmness of her palm temporarily
blocked the floodwaters gushing from her urethra. She breathed a long sigh of relief, blushing as she secretly glanced around
. Thankfully, no one saw her.

The rhythmic shaking of the carriage transmitted the sensation through her hand, which was resting on her full buttocks, to
that embarrassing area. Soon, Ye Yuhan felt a hot, itchy sensation between her legs; the excitement
gradually overshadowed the urge to urinate. Her thumb and the edge of her palm rhythmically brushed against the edge of her vulva, while her hard
wrist occasionally and intentionally slid over the slightly upturned clitoris above her urethra, the pleasure gradually building between
her legs .

"Oh~~" She opened her mouth and let out a soft moan that was almost inaudible to others, trying to relieve
the pent-up pleasure. Just then, the airport bus went over a speed bump, the strong vibration slamming into
the fingers pressed between her thighs, the heel of her palm pressing hard against her already erect clitoris,
pushing .

"Ah~~~ Ugh!" A sharp pleasure, accompanied by an indescribable feeling of urgency to urinate, surged in all at once,
making her sigh almost turn into a scream of pleasure. Fortunately, she was still aware that she was in a crowded
carriage, and bit her soft lower lip hard to swallow the half-groan. Her legs were tightly clenched, and she vaguely felt
a thin, warm liquid mixed with a few drops of incontinence flowing into her palm,
soaking her already disheveled underwear.

The urge to urinate and the desire to touch her groin mingled together, making Ye Yuhan's face flush red.
Ye Yuhan was a girl who enjoyed masturbation. Ever since she experienced her first orgasm while showering at home at the age of 13
, she had satisfied herself almost every day in bed before drying her sticky hands and falling asleep
contentedly . In the past, she had even stolen her parents' pornographic DVDs and masturbated to orgasm more than ten times in a row,
until her semen and vaginal fluids soaked the sofa cushions before stopping. But before, she had always masturbated
secretly at home alone, at most masturbating in front of her boyfriend to watch. In such a public setting,
the sight of one hand unzipping her pants and slipping between her legs, leaving her drenched in moisture,
filled her with a mixture of shyness and intense stimulation, a complex blend of urgency to urinate and fear of incontinence. If someone
were to see this secluded seat from outside the car window, they would see a woman with a beautiful figure, her face flushed, beads of
sweat glistening on her forehead, her full breasts heaving rapidly, seemingly about to burst out of her blouse. But they wouldn't see that
deep within the seat below the window, her small hand was shamelessly inserted into her panties, her legs tightly clasped in an "S" shape,
nor would they know that the tightly pressed triangle of her vulva was already soaking wet.

At this moment, Ye Yuhan had no time to maintain her ladylike image. Due to the continuous stimulation between her legs,
her nipples gradually hardened, the two erect nipples rubbing tightly against the inside of her suit skirt, waves of tingling
sensations flowing down her nerves and converging in her groin. The nectar between her legs was no longer dripping slowly, but rather
pooling in gushes at the base of her palms before slowly flowing down to her buttocks. The thin silk fabric could no longer absorb the abundant moisture,
soaking even the sponge cushion beneath her. Urine continued to pound against her poor
urethra, each time she passed a speed bump, the violent jolting causing a small stream of urine to overflow from her aching sphincter,
mixing with the thick nectar and semen, creating a frothy, lewd mess between her thighs.

(I can't take it anymore… I can't hold it in… Ah…) Ye Yuhan's mind was a blur, her legs
rubbing together , unable to distinguish whether she was trying to control the urge to urinate or seeking a sweet climax. In a hazy state, she
closed her eyes, withdrew her palm from her urethra, pressed her ring finger against the almost twitching opening, and
scooped up the pool of viscous fluid accumulated on her crotch with her index and middle fingers, beginning to slowly circle her clitoris.

"Oh..." Having lost the strong control of the thick palm, almost instinctively, a stream of urine shot out like
an arrow onto the crotch of her underwear. She quickly pressed her fingers firmly against her urethra, but this action
aggravated her already swollen clitoris, which resembled a peanut. A lightning-fast pleasure swept through her mind.
Completely losing her senses, she no longer cared about the danger of being discovered by those around her, and her two fingers vibrated rapidly on her clitoris
. Her left hand also joined the fray, its fingers probing deep into her secret passage, also
teasing the hidden core.

(Ah...no, no...I'm going to cum...) At the moment of reaching the peak of her climax, Ye Yuhan
suddenly alert and abruptly stopped all movement. She suddenly realized that with her current urgency to urinate,
once she reached orgasm, nothing could stop her from losing control in front of everyone.

Two fingers of her right hand hovered above her crotch, carefully avoiding touching the swollen,
glistening clitoris. Her left hand also ceased all movement inside her vagina, leaving only one finger firmly
pressed against her urethra. Even so, she was still breathing rapidly, her labia and clitoris twitching thirstily
. She knew that if she pressed hard anywhere, her dam would break, and her semen and
urine would spray uncontrollably all over the floor.

However, the intense pleasure between her legs was undeniable. Soon, as the climax subsided slightly,
Ye Yuhan gently stroked her slippery petals with her fingers, while the fingers inside her vagina began to
move slightly back and forth. Her body, tormented by the urge to urinate and the intense pleasure, screamed for release in the throes of orgasm,
yet a sliver of clarity in her mind prevented her from losing control in public and becoming humiliated. This intense contradiction
was driving her almost insane. Each time the pleasure surged to the point of ejaculation, she
forced , and each time the urge to urinate began, she could only frantically rub her
engorged petals to alleviate the pain of holding it in. Time and again, she teetered on the edge of orgasm and ejaculation, each time her
willpower weakening slightly. A voice in her mind gradually repeated: "Forget it, just let it happen.
Maybe I can control myself and not wet my pants..."

At this moment, the bus had exited the highway and entered the airport express lane. "Great, finally I can be free."
Stepping off the airport bus, she was at Liuting Airport. In the restroom, she could finally release her unbearable urge to urinate
and the burning pleasure. Everything was finally going to end, unless…

"Screech!" For some reason, the airport bus suddenly braked sharply, causing
screams to erupt in the carriage. But none of that mattered anymore.

Ye Yuhan's chest was thrown forward by the sudden inertia, her full breasts pressing against
the back . At the same time, her elbow was struck, and two fingers were forcefully inserted into her vagina, the base of the fingers and
the middle finger of her right hand cruelly squeezing her erect clitoris at a 45-degree angle.

"Ah~!" A sharp pleasure shattered Ye Yuhan's last line of defense. The dam that had built up over half an hour
was finally breached, and a tsunami of pleasure surged through her entire body. Her thighs were tightly pressed against her hands,
her eyes rolled back, and before she could even inhale half a breath of cold air, sweet spasms began to erupt deep within her flower-like passage. A dazzling
, masturbatory orgasm radiated from her uterus throughout her lower body, thick, sticky semen splattering onto her soaked panties
. With her last remaining sanity, she forcefully suppressed her moans between her lips. Her whole body convulsed in waves;
oh my god, she had never experienced such an exaggerated orgasm, the intense pleasure almost tearing her apart.

Before the orgasmic spasms had subsided, a strange, warm sensation began to spread below her buttocks.

(No! I mustn't lose control here!) Ye Yuhan used all the remaining strength from her orgasm to desperately
press against her numb urethra, her legs twisting into a pretzel shape in despair… The pressure of her full thighs, the desperate pressure
of her fingers the shame and panic of nearly wetting her pants… all these factors combined to
cause her clitoris and vagina, which had been slowly calming down, to spasm violently once more.

(Ah...Oh my god...I...I lost it again...) The fingers inserted into her vagina pressed against her rough
G-spot, and Ye Yuhan climaxed... Gushes of intense fluid shot out with the spasms of her lower abdomen,
hissing and hitting the back of the seat in front of her through her completely soaked panties. She curled up in despair,
convulsing, letting the indescribable orgasm wash over her entire body.

Finally, the airport bus arrived at Liuting Airport. Ye Yuhan slumped in her seat, no longer able to stop
the warm urine from bursting through her lower body, soaking her black suit skirt, and flowing down her thighs clad in flesh-colored stockings
to her high-heeled feet. The people getting off the bus were surprised to see a beautiful flight attendant lying weakly
in a soaking wet puddle, her slender hands covered in a trail of semen and vaginal fluid beneath her half-undone panties.

Ye Yuhan found a restroom, went in, and wiped her private parts with tissues. Unfortunately, she forgot to bring a pair of underwear, so
she had to continue wearing the ones soaked with urine and vaginal fluid.

By the time Ye Yuhan's underwear and stockings were almost dry, it was time for the flight attendants to board.

[The End]

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