My story with a flight attendant (True and original, please do not reproduce)

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Now let me tell you my story with the flight attendant. The following is all true; please respect the original and do not reproduce it.

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One evening, I got off at the Xiangxiang Hotel, intending to take a taxi to go out. At that time, there were no Didi, Kuaidi, or WeChat yet. You book a taxi at the hotel reception…
I went to the reception desk, and there stood a beautiful woman, wearing the lobby manager's uniform, a white shirt, with a bob haircut, looking very clean and efficient. She was about 165cm tall, with a full bust, very beautiful and sexy. I walked over…
She smiled and said to me: "How can I help you?"
Me: "Hello, could you book a taxi for me? I need to go out for a bit. " Her
: "Okay."
She immediately dialed a phone number and booked a car over the phone.
Her: "Sir, this car will arrive in 20 minutes. You can go to your room to rest or do other things first. I'll call you when it arrives.
" Me: "Okay."
Her: "Sir, could you leave your phone number?" When the car arrived, I called her
: "My phone number is newly issued, and I don't remember the number. Could you give me your mobile number so I can call you and you'll see my number?"
She hesitated slightly, then said, "Okay."
So I gave her my phone, and she entered her number into it and dialed. My number appeared on her phone, and she wrote it down.
I looked up and saw her name tag read "So-and-so Ya..."
To be honest, at the time, I didn't have any other thoughts; I just thought that if I needed help later, I could contact this front desk manager. So I saved her number and wrote down her name... Xiao Ya.
I didn't contact Xiao Ya again for six months. We'll talk about Xiao Ya's story later...
The two-week business trip ended quickly, and my colleagues and I returned to Germany. Because we had to immediately start working upon our return, without even time to adjust to the time difference, the company booked business class for us. On the plane, I met Man... a flight attendant.
After a ten-hour flight, even in business class, I was exhausted. Since I'd been sitting for so long, I went to the service area at the back to rest. It was a midnight flight, and most people were asleep, with only a few watching movies. Man was there waiting to serve passengers, as people get thirsty at night and require manual service. Man would check on passengers to see what they needed.
It was there that I met Man. Perhaps it was just the two of us, and since we didn't have anything else to do, we started chatting casually.
Me: Aren't you going to rest?
Man: I can't. Passengers might need water or something at any time.
Me: At this hour, there shouldn't be any need for service
. Man: But that won't work; I have to wait here.
Me: You guys must be working very hard. Arriving in Frankfurt this morning and flying back tonight?
Man: We're flying back tomorrow night, so we can stay in Frankfurt all day.
Me: Oh, that's good. You can get some rest.
Man: I can't really rest much. I still need to help some friends bring back some things; I have to go buy them all day.
Me: Oh, I can just buy them at the duty-free shop.
Mann: Some are okay, but some aren't. I need to bring a few LV bags, but LV stores have purchase limits; each person can only buy two. I can't buy any more
now. Me: You can buy them next time you come.
Mann: No, the store has a record, and I can't buy any more for six months.
Me: Oh, I see. When are you coming next time? I can buy them for you then. I have to go to work right after I get off the plane today, so I might not have time.
Mann: Really? That's fine. I'll come next time, and you can buy two for me. We flight attendants have already used up our quota.
Me: Okay, give me your phone number. When you come next time, text me, and I'll buy you the bags.
Mann: Okay, thank you in advance.
So, Mann wrote down my phone number...
When Mann came back, it was half a month later. That day, a stranger's number called.
Me: Hello (German)
Mann: Hello, I'm the flight attendant from half a month ago. Do you remember me?
Me: Oh, I remember. Are you in Frankfurt again?
Man: Yes, I just arrived today and will be going back tomorrow. Do you have time today?
Me: Today is Saturday, I have time. Do you want me to buy you a bag?
Man: Yes, haha.
Me: Okay, where are you? I'll pick you up .
Man: I'm at the Mama Hotel…
I drove to the Mama Hotel and called Man. Man came down…
Today, Man was out of her uniform and in casual clothes. My first impression of her was, what a beautiful girl! She's 175cm tall, wearing platform shoes, and she's the same height as me. She has long, black hair and is wearing a white dress that shows off her long, straight, white legs…
Me: Wow, you look so beautiful today
! Man: You look handsome too!
Me: Let's go to the LV store!
So Man and I went to the store, and I bought her two bags in my name. I have to say, Louis Vuitton bags are really expensive; even the most basic ones cost several thousand euros. Luckily, when I was getting the tax refund form, the clerk let me fill in my own personal information; otherwise, if I had filled it in mine, Man wouldn't have been able to get a refund… We
got over a thousand euros in tax back, and Man was very happy. She invited me to dinner, and I gladly agreed, since I had saved her a lot of money…
We found an Italian restaurant, ordered two lamb chops, and started chatting. We started by talking about where we were from and what we did for a living, and later about whether we had boyfriends, etc. Over the course of the meal, we became increasingly familiar with each other. We talked until very late that day. I was worried that Man wouldn't be jet-lagged and would be very sleepy, but… She wouldn't sleep, saying that once she flew back tomorrow, she wouldn't have to adjust to the time difference. At 10 PM, I took Man back to her hotel, but she still didn't want to sleep, so we went to the bar downstairs and had something to drink. She had a beer, and I had a coffee, and we chatted aimlessly until midnight…
Man envied me, thinking I could stay abroad to work; I envied Man, thinking she could travel the world. We talked about hobbies, sports and fitness, travel and making friends, discovering we had many similar interests and had both been to many places. It felt like we were kindred spirits…
The next night, Man flew back to China. We added each other on QQ, and started contacting each other frequently. She would often tell me where she was flying to today and tomorrow.
Me: Man, send me a text after you land to let me know you've arrived safely.
Man : Why are you so concerned about me?
Me: I don't know either. With you in the sky, I'm worried about you.
Man: I'm fine. The chances of a plane crash are the lowest, haha, don't worry, you silly thing.
Me: Just let me know when you land. Please turn on your phone after you land, haha.
Man: Okay, darling…
Man and I are like that. We often call each other very affectionately, but we've never said we're boyfriend and girlfriend. It feels like we're more than friends, but not quite lovers…
Suddenly, a week passed without any news from Man. She wouldn't reply to my texts or answer my calls. At first, I was worried, thinking she'd lost her phone. But a few days later, I noticed she'd updated her social media with photos of Thai scenery and herself. It turned out she'd gone to Thailand for vacation…
I messaged her: "Going to Thailand for vacation?" She didn't reply.
A week later, I suddenly received a call from her: "XX, I'm in Germany now. I arrived yesterday morning and am flying back tonight."
Me: "Where have you been this past week? You didn't answer my calls or texts.
" Man: "I went to Thailand for vacation." Me: "Going on vacation
doesn't mean you won't answer the phone."
Man: "I went with a guy, it wasn't convenient…"
Me: "Huh? You have a boyfriend? I've never heard you mention it before. I remember you saying you didn't have a boyfriend…"
Man: "I'm sorry, XX, he's not my boyfriend. He has a wife and family. We just see each other occasionally, or travel together occasionally…"
Me: "He has a family, and you're still with him? Aren't you the other woman?"
Man: I never really planned to steal him away. He's good to me, buys me things, gives me money, takes me out, so I'll just stick with him. Before I find a real boyfriend, as long as a man is willing to do so much for me, I'll accept it…
Me: I understand. Then be careful, don't let his wife find out and beat you up…
Man: I know he won't divorce her. I'll break up with him once I find someone better . Me:
You should find a boyfriend soon…
Man: Why are you so agitated, so concerned about me
? Me: I don't care about you. Who cares about you? Hmph.
Man: Hehe, XX, do you know why I told you this?
Me: I don't know.
Man: XX, I originally wanted you to be my boyfriend, but you said you didn't want a girlfriend. I knew you were the kind of man who hadn't had enough fun. I need to find a man who's settled down. I thought you were great in every way, a really suitable man, but you're too much of a playboy. I told you about this man today, so we can't be together anymore. Darling, I really like you, and I'm so sorry I couldn't be your girlfriend…
Me: Where are you now? Still at the Mama Hotel? I went to find you
, Man: XX, don't come, I'm flying out soon.
Me: I want to see you.
Man: What good would seeing you do? It's better not to see you at all... We're not meant to be.
Me: Wait for me, I'm coming right now...
I drove to the Mama Hotel, called Man to find out her room number, and went straight up to her. Man was already dressed and in her flight attendant uniform (you can search for pictures of Air China uniforms if you don't know what they are), ready to leave...
I hugged Man tightly. She was wearing mid-heeled shoes, and she seemed taller than me...
Man: Stop it, XX, I have to go to the airport.
Me: Why didn't you contact me? Why did you go on a trip with that man? Do you like him?
Man: XX, I'm going to be late. Let go of me.
Me: Do you like me? Xiao
Manman : XX, I like you, I want you to be my boyfriend, but you're too promiscuous...
I kissed Manman's lips, and she couldn't say anything more. Manman threw down her bag, and we kissed passionately...
We kissed each other wildly while taking off Manman's uniform...
Manman stopped me: XX, we'll be late, they'll be waiting for me downstairs...
Me: Since we're late, then don't take off your clothes...
I lifted up Manman's skirt, pulled off her black pantyhose, and pulled down her panties, and thrust into her from behind...
Manman, without even having time to take off her clothes, was holding onto the table as I deeply penetrated her from behind, and I didn't even have time to put on a condom...
At first, Manman was a bit dry, but after only a few thrusts, she was already very wet. I never expected Xiaoman to leak so much fluid; it flowed down her thighs and onto her pantyhose…
I held Xiaoman's buttocks and moved wildly. Xiaoman's moans grew louder, but she dared not scream, afraid her colleagues would hear…
Just then, in the midst of this torrent of passion, Xiaoman's phone suddenly rang…
Xiaoman: Oh dear, look, my colleagues are calling me. They must be waiting for me downstairs.
Me: Answer it and tell them you're coming down right away.
Xiaoman: Stop for a moment, I'll tell them.
While I was still holding Xiaoman's buttocks, and my penis was still inside her, Xiaoman answered the phone.
Colleague: Oh dear, Xiaoman, where are you? Why aren't you down yet? Time's almost up!
Xiaoman: Wait a minute, I'm coming right away, I was looking for my room key.
Colleague: Hurry up, the driver is waiting for you here.
Xiaoman: Okay, okay, five minutes, I'll be right there.
Man hung up the phone,
and I started thrusting into her, holding her buttocks. She couldn't hold back any longer; she probably knew her colleagues were downstairs and wouldn't hear me calling. So we continued like that for five minutes, a frenzied thrusting…
Water soaked Man's pantyhose. I sprayed it on her buttocks, wiped her with tissue, and she didn't have time to wash herself. She just wiped herself with a wet wipe, grabbed her bag, and hurried off the plane…
I thought, for the entire ten-plus hours on the plane, Man wouldn't be able to wash, and with my fluids on her, I suddenly felt a strange thrill…
Me: Your pantyhose are all wet. Won't they leave white marks when they dry?
Man: It's all your fault.
Me: How is it my fault? It's yours.
Man: It's yours.
Me: How could that be? Mine's all over your buttocks.
Man: It's yours. I'm not talking to you anymore. I'm leaving now; they're all waiting for me. Man:
Don't come out with me. Wait for me in the lobby for a while. I'll leave first, then you can leave. We'll contact each other again. I'll call you after I get off the plane… Bye-bye.
Man quickly straightened her clothes and left...
When Man arrived in China, it was afternoon for me. Man sent me a text message saying she had arrived safely. I called her back using an internet phone...
Me: Just landed?
Man: Yes, just got through customs.
Me: Tired?
Man: Not really tired, just incredibly uncomfortable. It's all your fault.
Me: What happened?
Man: You soaked my socks, and they're all stiff and hard after drying. How can they not be uncomfortable?
Me: That's all yours, not mine.
Man: It's yours, it's yours... You damn bastard, you had to do it, like a mad dog... Me:
We were just short on time, we'll find a better time later... Man:
Who said we'd do it later, you shameless scoundrel...
Me: Me, a scoundrel? Who was it that was moaning so loudly back then?
Man: Get lost...
A few
weeks later, due to project needs, I flew back to China for a business trip again. I called Man
: Me: Are you in Germany?
Man: No, what's up?
Me: I'm flying to China today. I thought we could catch the same flight.
Man: Oh? You're in China again? I'm in China now. Me
: Oh, I'll arrive tomorrow morning.
Man: Okay, I'm free tomorrow night, let's have dinner together.
Me: Okay
...
After arriving in China, since I had reserved a day to adjust to the time difference, I rested at the hotel for a while, waiting for Man to come over that evening...
Man was wearing high heels, a short Latin skirt, and a T-shirt that almost showed her midriff, with her hair tied up, looking particularly youthful...
Me: You know I'm not tall, and you're so tall, yet you still wear high heels. Are you bullying me?
Man: Hmph, I'm bullying you. Who told you to always bully me?
Me: How did you manage to drive here in such high heels...?
Man: I changed them after getting out of the car. I have special driving shoes. ...
Man's heels were at least 10 centimeters high. We're both about the same height, 175 centimeters, and with those 10-centimeter heels, she suddenly became much taller than me, which annoyed me. She always clung to my arm when we walked, making me noticeably shorter than her...
We ate a pot of braised fish and returned to the hotel that night. I was staying on the 21st floor. The Xiangxiang Hotel was really nice; the entire sunny wall was made up of floor-to-ceiling windows, offering a very open view, especially from a high floor. You could see very, very far, which made me feel great...
Man wanted to change into a pair of hotel slippers, but I stopped
her: "Don't take them off!"
Man: "Why?
" Me: "You just want to be taller than me, don't you?" "Just wear it,
Man": You bad guy...
I pulled Man over, pounced on her on the bed, and took off her T-shirt and skirt, stripping her completely naked except for her high heels. It was the first time I'd ever looked so closely at a girl with such a great figure. Her long, white legs were amazing. Man's skin was incredibly fair, and although she was a bit thin overall, her breasts weren't small either. I thought Man could easily be a model...
Me: "Man, you're so pretty.
" Man rolled her eyes at me: "You just realized that?"
Me: "You have such a great figure.
" Man: "You just realized that?"
I hugged Man and kissed her body. When I kissed between her legs, Man started to uncontrollably wet herself...
I patiently kissed Man all over, and she started moaning and getting impatient.
Man: "You bastard, what are you doing here?"
Me: Don't rush me, let me have some fun.
Man: You bastard, you really know how to play.
After kissing for a while, Man couldn't control herself anymore. When I stopped kissing her down there, she arched her back and rubbed her clitoris against my tongue, muttering incoherently.
Man: Hurry up, XX, I want it...
Man: Oh dear, why did you put your finger in...
Man: What are you doing? What are you picking at?
Man: Ah, it feels so good, how did you do that? Where did you pick at it?
Man: It feels so strange...
Man: Ah, I can't take it anymore... Ah...
...
After that, Man screamed as if she forgot everything, and water gushed out, flowing down her white legs and soaking the sheets...
Man had her first orgasm under my golden finger. When she came to her senses, she slowly said:
Man: XX, what did you do just now? I felt so good that I almost died...
Man: Is this what an orgasm is? I've never felt so good before...
Me: Is it really that good?
Man: It's really that good, really that good...
Me: Is it better than that uncle you traveled with?
Man: You bastard, don't mention him
! Me: What's wrong? I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of? Is it as fun with him as it is with me?
Man: You filthy scoundrel, get away from me
! I pin Man down and thrust all the way in…
Man: Ah…
Me: Tell me, who's better?
Man: You bad guy, can you stop talking?
Me: What's wrong? What's there to be shy about?
I was having sex with Man while talking to her.
Man: I'm so shy, brother, hurry up…
Me: Calling me brother won't work, you little slut, little vixen, seducing someone else's husband…
Man: You bastard, hurry up…
Me: What's the rush…
I started to torture Man with nine shallow thrusts and one deep thrust…
Man: Ah, harder, ouch, hurry up… give it to me… ah…
Me: Who's the filthy scoundrel?
Man: You are.
I stopped moving, and Man got anxious.
Man: Filthy scoundrel brother, hurry up and give it to me…
Me: Are you a little slut?
Man: I am.
Me: Why are you being so horny?
Man: I seduced someone else's husband, I'm a slutty fox...
Me: Do you like being fucked?
Man: Yes...
After a barrage of my fucking, Man was completely tamed, saying whatever I asked, just hoping I would penetrate her hard...
I pulled her off the bed and to the window. Man held onto the large French windows, and I, holding Man's big buttocks, entered her from behind, thrusting again and again...
Perhaps we were too excited, because with a sudden movement, I ripped open the curtains, and Man and I were completely exposed naked in front of the window. Luckily, it was the 21st floor, and there were no tall buildings around. Even if people on the street could see two naked people in the window on the 21st floor, they would never be able to tell who they were. Unless you look through a telescope…
I think, back then, if you had crossed that street, if you had looked into one of the rooms on the 21st floor of the Xiangxiang Hotel, you would have seen a woman with a great figure and long legs, being fucked by a man by the window…
Man: You're going to die, you've been exposed!
Me: Don't you like being watched? Man:
You pervert, someone will take a picture of you ! Me: Let them
take the picture, post it online so everyone can see…
Man: You filthy scoundrel…
And so, Man cursed me fiercely, but she was also more aroused. Before she could finish cursing, she started howling…
The physical pleasure and the stimulation of the environment quickly brought her to orgasm. Water flowed down her thighs. Man was incredibly wet. Man was truly an exceptional girl…
With a sudden, intense shock, both Man and I reached our climax. Man could no longer stand and slumped onto the carpet. Seeing how comfortable Man looked, I felt a great sense of accomplishment...

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