Flight attendant's silly love

I'm thirty years old this year, and I just turned thirty a month ago. After graduating from university, I changed jobs several times, and now
I work for a joint venture. As everyone knows, unlike domestic companies where promotions often involve connections, joint ventures are different. Here, if you have the ability, you'll eventually get promoted; it's just a matter of time. That's why I'm here. I've worked diligently for several years, and although I haven't been promoted to department head yet, I'm practically the third-in-command in the department.
Here, I need to explain: our company mainly deals in consumables, so sales and after-sales service are equally important. Many of our orders are continuations from previous clients, so there are two heads in the department: one in charge of after-sales and one in charge of sales. Our department head, surnamed Li, is nearly fifty years old. He's very honest and capable; he mainly manages our after-sales service. The other head, also surnamed Li, is quite shrewd, and sales are naturally his forte. We all call him Salesman Li.
Recently, we were renewing a contract, and Salesman Li was the one who went. Unfortunately, two nights before our plane tickets were booked, he got drunk and ended up in the hospital. Our Director Li is taking care of his sick mother at the hospital, and it's impossible for him to be away from the hospital for five days straight. So this task inevitably fell to me.
I've seen people off at the airport a few times before, but flying is a first for me. For this task, I specifically spent almost three months' salary, changing everything from underwear to a suit, because for me, this isn't just about closing a deal; it directly relates to my future at the company. Money should be spent wisely!
Flight attendants have always been one of the best objects of fantasy for many men. But from what I saw at the airport, perhaps they have great inner beauty, but their outer beauty... sigh... Apart from a few welcoming beauties, the others didn't give such a good impression. Clothes make the man, and a saddle makes the horse. The style of the clothes was nice, but the people are different. This one has big breasts, that one has long legs, but the clothes are all the same, making the big-breasted girls look like they've been binge-eating for a month.
Security check, ticket check, boarding—that was it, nothing much happened. The only thing was, to improve our company image, we usually fly in luxury class on business trips, and I just happened to be lucky enough to be with our saleswoman, Ms. Li. Otherwise, I'd probably be flying economy! Luxury class is luxury class, the flight attendants were so much better than I'd seen before. One of them, about thirty, had light makeup, arched eyebrows, and deep red lipstick—very pretty, and you could tell she was very fit. She was tall and slender, with a full bust, probably around 175cm, the tallest of the flight attendants. Her legs were long and slender, encased in flesh-colored stockings, conservatively estimated to be a meter long. I just didn't really like the standard high heels; slender high heels are much sexier. Another flight attendant was a little shorter, maybe 165cm, with a small face, big eyes, and eyelashes that seemed to speak when they blinked. Her skin was very fair, and her calves were slender and shapely, encased in stockings. I really wanted to touch them, even just for a moment!
My first time flying was quite a novel experience, but to maintain a mature image, I tried my best to appear experienced. I pretended to read a magazine while secretly observing everything on the plane, especially the two flight attendants busily assisting passengers.
Finally, the plane began taxiing, and my heart raced with each acceleration. Takeoff was imminent; my palms started sweating, and my breathing became rapid. With a long whoosh, we soared into the sky. Watching the others gradually relax, I felt uneasy. My heart didn't slow down; instead, it raced faster. I started to feel cold, yet my hands and feet were sweating. I knew it—I had a fear of flying! Inhale
, take a deep breath, pause for a few seconds, exhale slowly. Inhale, pause, exhale. I had read similar articles long ago, and I followed the instructions, constantly telling myself, "Relax, relax, don't be nervous..."
By the time I finally managed to look away from the relaxation magazine, the plane had already entered a stable flight phase.
In the distance, the flight attendants had already appeared at the rear door with their beverage carts. It was still early for me, so I decided to check out the airplane restrooms first. I shakily got up (fly phobia isn't easy to overcome; going to the restroom was just a matter of nervousness and an urgent need to urinate) and tried to make my way steadily towards my destination. Of course, as I passed the two flight attendants, I still gave them a few hard looks, as if I wanted to see their snow-white skin and delicate necks.
"Sir, what would you like to drink?" A pleasant voice rang in my ears. I looked up (actually, I had been waiting for them, but I continued to pretend to be reading a magazine for the sake of appearances). I was surprised to see tall, beautiful women with great figures and such lovely voices. Although not the crisp, clear kind, it was very soft and gentle, a kind of tenderness that made me feel very comfortable.
"Do you have green tea?" I asked casually, having already seen someone else call for it.
"Yes, sir."
"Then a cup of green tea, please." I said with all my might, trying to sound affectionate. "Sir, here is your green tea, please take it."
I glanced up, then quickly looked back at the magazine, as if something important was attracting my attention. My hand naturally reached for the cup, naturally taking it from hers and gently holding it. In an instant, a sensation like touching ancient jade spread from my fingertips. One word: soft. Two words: delicate. Three words: so nice to touch. Four words: I wanted to touch it again. I pretended to be very surprised and looked up at her, then tried to take the cup as smoothly as possible. I couldn't be unsteady; my heart was pounding at least 180 beats per minute.
"Excuse me!" I gave what I thought was my most charming smile. "It's alright, sir, please don't mind." There seemed to be a hint of excitement in her voice as well. The tea was delicious. Besides the fragrance of the tea, there seemed to be a very faint, subtle fragrance, perhaps from her. I slowly smelled it, slowly savored it.
It felt as if it were her small hand. Taking advantage of several opportunities to serve drinks, snacks, and blankets, I chatted with her about trivial things, not seeking merit, but simply hoping to leave her with the best impression.
Because my journey was long and it was a night flight, many people were already sound asleep. When the cabin quieted down, I couldn't stay still. It wasn't that I didn't want to, but that I couldn't. My heart, which had just calmed down, started racing again, my bladder felt full, and I kept needing to go to the restroom. Once, twice, three times…
I went to the restroom five or six times. Each time, I could see the flight attendants' rest areas, and the tall flight attendant was facing me. She looked at me with a slightly surprised expression. How embarrassing! I could only smile awkwardly.
I sat back down, trying again to calm myself down. Suddenly, the plane shook violently, followed by a feeling of acceleration as it climbed.
"Attention passengers, the aircraft is encountering a severe turbulence. The aircraft may shake slightly. Please remain calm and fasten your seatbelts…"
Oh no, I need to pee again. This is really not a good time. I had to stand up again and head towards the restroom. "Sir, could you please sit down? The plane is shaking, please sit down and fasten your seatbelt." Because of the shaking, two flight attendants were checking the cabin. The tall, beautiful flight attendant noticed my movement and quickly said to me,
"Excuse me, I… I need to go to the restroom." Embarrassing, absolutely embarrassing. I knew it was best not to move, but I really needed to go! It seemed I'd gotten used to it after going so many times. The flight attendant seemed to have confidence in the captain; she didn't stop me much, just told me to be careful.
Just as I entered the restroom and was about to close the door, the plane shook again. I couldn't close it. I tried again, but it still wouldn't close. Oh well, I was going to burst. The door was already closed, most people were sleeping, and no one else dared to move. It was going to be quick.
I got into position, pulled out my "big gun," aimed, and tried to get it out… I tried again, but still couldn't…
As you all probably know, it's not that I actually need to pee, but rather that my fear of flying is acting up, especially since the plane is shaking violently right now, which only makes things worse!
It felt like ages had passed, and I still hadn't come out. Sweat was starting to bead on my forehead. Then, with a sudden whoosh, the plane shook violently again. I lost my balance and swayed halfway before finally grabbing onto the sink to steady myself. Before I could even process what was happening, another violent jolt occurred, the door opened, and a figure rushed towards me, accompanied by a fragrant breeze.
It was her—the tall flight attendant. She probably noticed I'd been there for so long and came to check on me. She hadn't expected me to leave the door unlocked, and she hadn't expected to lose her balance during the first jolt. In her haste, she grabbed the doorknob and pressed it open. With another jolt, she, already off balance, fell into my arms. And just then, her hands landed squarely on my exposed manhood, her large, beautiful eyes staring at me intently from less than twenty centimeters away. My hands instinctively embraced this unexpected stroke of good fortune.
Surprisingly, we both remained still. I absolutely didn't want to move, and I guessed she was a little frightened. I inhaled her pleasant fragrance, gazed at her tenderly, and tried to bring my lips to hers; success or failure hinged on this moment. Without a word, I kissed her moist lips. She didn't flinch, instinctively opening her small mouth slightly to suck on my tongue. I gently nibbled at her full earlobe; she didn't resist,
only breathing quickened and her temperature rose. I explored
the deep cleavage between her breasts along the seam of her uniform. Her breathing became even more labored. I gently guided her hands to stroke my already hard penis, and her eyes began to glaze over.
I unbuttoned her collar, pulled down one side of her purple lace bra, and bit and kissed her large nipple. She held her breath but hummed softly, enjoying my assault while continuing to stroke my penis. My already engorged and hard penis, under the caress of her delicate hands, had its dark brown glans covered in glistening secretions.
She bent her head, enjoying the caresses of my hands, and gently opened her bright red lips to take my large penis into her mouth. The warmth and moisture from the head of my penis made me unconsciously increase the pressure of my hands, sending another wave of intense pleasure through me.
I slowly helped her up, letting her lean against the sink, and began to suckle her ample breasts. They say tall women have big breasts, and it was true! One hand kneaded the other, while my right hand slowly reached under her skirt. It felt warm to the touch, almost damp. Good heavens, I was touching her through her stockings! Were her panties already soaked? Thinking this, my penis swelled again, growing even larger.
I gently pulled down her pantyhose, and sure enough, a long, clear liquid stretched across her black panties, gleaming alluringly under the light. I suddenly pressed down on that erogenous zone, deeply sucking on the mysterious, smooth, slightly salty substance beneath the black fabric. "Mmm~" A seductive sound came from above, like the starting gun at the start of a race. I quickly pulled down my trousers, and of course, closed the bathroom door behind me. This time, I bolted the door; I didn't want anyone to ruin this wonderful moment.
"Hurry up~" Surprisingly, her voice was still so soft at this moment. No need for words, I got in, mounted, and charged. She was already so wet. I entered, slowly inserting it to the root, then thrusting hard. "Ah~"
Another seductive sound. It seemed to be working. I started thrusting in and out slowly, then faster and faster, then in again.
Her vagina was very tight, so she probably didn't have much experience. As I thrust in and out, I nibbled and kissed her right breast, which was slightly exposed under her uniform and swayed gently with the rhythmic movements. "Mmm...mmm...I...faster..." the tall beauty murmured. Leaning against the edge of the sink, I gently held her waist for support. She raised her legs and wrapped them tightly around my waist. She was wearing black high heels on her slender legs. I caressed the inside of her long thighs with my whole palm. She squeezed her legs even tighter, and my penis could hardly move back and forth. I had to thrust even harder.
"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 so thick...it's...reaching the cervix..." I sped up and pounded wildly from different angles. The tall flight attendant's red lips parted slightly, "How about from behind?" Of course, I also liked to change positions. At ten thousand meters in the air, who could enjoy this kind of experience?!
I quickly withdrew from her body, and she rolled over, aiming at the entrance of my dream flight attendant, already soaked with love juice. I mounted her from behind, her hands gripping the edge of the sink. Our genitals pulled back and forth like pistons, and my penis seemed to swell even more inside her. If only she were my wife, I thought to myself, as I held her waist and thrust deeper. "Good... I like this... from behind..."
I thrust rhythmically, then whispered in her ear, "What are we doing?" She was already drenched in sweat and whispered, "Ahhh! I hate it..." Her sweet moans almost made me lose my composure.
To prolong the session, I continued to ask questions, teasing her desire and delaying my own progress: "Haven't you done it in a while? Your pussy is so tight!" Her face was already flushed, almost dripping with embarrassment. I slowed my movements slightly and lowered my head to kiss her waist. Her waist was very slender, without an ounce of fat. When I bit her side hard, I felt her contract a few more times: "Tell me where we are, what we are doing...?"
I felt like a devil at that moment. She was afraid I would stop and she wouldn't be able to continue her climax. She said in an almost inaudible voice, "We're on a plane..." I sped up a few more times, then stopped and continued to ask her, "What are we doing on the plane?" "We're making love on the plane..." Her voice grew softer and softer, and the last two words were almost inaudible. "Making love~ I'm making love with you, isn't that right? What else is making love called? Say it quickly, or I'll pull out~!"
"No, don't pull out, I'll say it, it's also called intercourse, it's also called consummation~" I started thrusting quickly again. "No, these two are too soft, say something more exciting, or I'll pull out immediately." She squeezed her legs together, afraid I would really pull out: "Mating... intercourse..." She knew I would never pull out, but I might stop, which was something she absolutely didn't want to see right now. Hearing such elegant and beautiful words from the mouth of such a girl was incredibly stimulating: "Still calling me f**k, still calling me fuck..." She practically shouted the last word. I felt like I was about to ejaculate, and I couldn't resist the passionate stimulation of those words any longer. I flipped her over and thrust into her again in the missionary position, pumping wildly hundreds of times. She was already incoherent from my thrusting: "Ah... take me... fuck me... fuck me... fuck me to death..."
This tall flight attendant had never said anything like that before: "You're so big... it feels so good when you're inside me... you're fucking
me so full... ah... ah... I'm coming, I'm coming, hurry, hurry, fuck me to death, fuck me to death on the plane..." I knew she was about to reach climax. At the final climax, I thrust in and out with all my might, pushing my hard penis to her cervix. "Ah..." She contracted, contracted fiercely, as gushes of hot liquid poured onto my glans. It was so stimulating, I couldn't hold back anymore. I took a deep breath and thrust violently again. Ah, a tingling sensation spread from the glans to my entire penis, down to my lower back. I knew I was going to ejaculate. I thrust in one more time and then quickly pulled out. Although I really wanted to ejaculate inside her, I didn't want any trouble. As I pulled out, I saw the tall flight attendant shudder. Her eyes, which had been tightly closed during her orgasm, opened as she saw a weapon trembling violently, spurting out a stream of white liquid that landed on her delicate face, with a trace hanging from the corner of her mouth. She immediately knelt down, opened her tender lips, and took the weapon into her mouth. Ah, it was so stimulating! She actually made me ejaculate in her mouth. I thought I could only ejaculate on the wall. The immense stimulation brought an enormous vibration, spurting out a huge amount of liquid. One thrust after another, more than twenty in total, not a single drop was wasted in the beautiful woman's mouth. Judging from the way she swallowed, a significant amount had already gone down her throat and into her stomach. …
Not a single drop was wasted; everything, including the fluid on my penis, was cleaned thoroughly with her mouth.
I gently stroked her face, “Can I get to know you?”
She stared at me blankly for a long time before letting out a long sigh. "Forget it, you look a lot like my husband, um... my ex-husband. We divorced two weeks ago. He had other women outside..."
I understood. She still loved her ex-husband, and I was just a substitute, a substitute for her remaining love. That's all!
Silently, I finished dressing and was about to leave when she suddenly chuckled: "Women are more horny before their periods. My period is tomorrow, um~, you could have ejaculated inside me, hahaha..."
She laughed as she opened the door and left, her laughter pure except for that hint of mischief.
I was left standing there dumbfounded in the bathroom.

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