One-night stand with a flight attendant

A One-Night Stand with a Flight Attendant
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 word "flight attendant," you picture tall, beautiful women in uniforms, their hair neatly combed back, meticulously made up, and their lips adorned with designer lipstick, walking by with their luggage, the subtle scent of perfume lingering around them… I don't believe you wouldn't be tempted. I also couldn't believe this dream actually came true for me, and it really happened on an airplane.
That time, after a business trip to Los Angeles, I was returning to Taiwan in first class. Because it was the off-season, there were few passengers, and only one or two flight attendants took turns serving me. After nightfall, the other passengers were already fast asleep, leaving me alone awake. I
had a bit of a headache due to jet lag, so I asked one of the flight attendants to bring me a cup of coffee.
"Mr. Ye! Your coffee."
I glanced at the name tag of this pretty woman, which read "Tong Baohua," and she was about 165 cm tall with bright, large eyes. The first-class flight attendant at this flight attendant company, known as "Taiwan Wings," was clearly handpicked.
"Thank you."
I reached for the steaming cup, accidentally burning my elbow, which brushed against her as she bent over, her breasts prominently displayed 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 offered me 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 seized the opportunity to strike up a conversation.
She glanced at her name tag, seemingly aware I'd peeked, and blinked, saying, "You can call me Meg, Meg from Meg Lane."
"My name is Clark."
I briefly introduced myself and chatted with her for a bit, learning she lived in Banqiao, had worked as a secretary for a while after graduating from university, and had recently become a flight attendant, working in first class.
After our brief conversation, Tong Baohua nodded to me, indicating that she was going to the galley to organize the tableware.
I watched her back; beneath her green pencil skirt were a pair of long, beautiful legs. I tried to drift off to sleep, but the coffee I'd just drunk was taking effect, and my mind was too clear. Even with my eyes closed, 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 snores 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, organizing the tableware. Hearing my footsteps, she turned around 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 spread across her oval face.
"Meg, I have a
slight fever," I lied.
She actually came over and touched my forehead.
"No fever?"
She smiled, as if she saw through my prank.
Just then, 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 right against her soft, sensitive area, and my white shirt collar was stained with her pink lipstick.
Surprisingly, we both remained still, as if time had frozen. I smelled her lovely 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, she only blushed more.
After quickly passing first and second base, all I needed to do was step on third base to gauge her reaction and determine the timing and angle for my slide back to home base. I gently lifted her skirt, feeling her rapid heartbeat against my chest, and probed the edge of her valley. Through her stockings, I could feel a large, slippery wetness seeping between her legs.
Her reaction told me she was ready to welcome me, the man, into her home base.
She remained silent. Tong Baohua reached out and turned off the light in the galley. And so, Tong Baohua and I, in the small galley with only a half-closed curtain, united our most intimate parts. The thrill of someone intruding at any moment filled me with both tension and excitement. 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 to be completely undressed.
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 assault while reaching down to unbuckle my belt, pull down my trousers and underwear, and her delicate hands took out my already engorged and erect penis, 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 with me?" Tong
Baohua stopped what she was doing, looked up at me, and said softly, "Because your looks and personality are just like my boyfriend's, and... you're so gentle."
So that's it. I knew she needed it. I stopped asking myself if I was getting extra service. The person kneeling in front of me was someone as lonely as me, a flight attendant who wandered the world and rarely found comfort and affection.
I nodded, stroked her hair, and loosened her neatly styled hair, which cascaded down her shoulders.
"Don't mess it up,"
she reminded me.
A surge of tenderness welled up within me, and I tightly embraced her delicate neck. As if sensing my hint, she leaned forward, parted her pink lips slightly, and pulled her foreskin back to the base of my penis. I thrust in, my engorged member penetrating her small mouth.
She coughed softly, and 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 inexperienced. But I already 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 incredibly stupid; of course, she didn't answer, as she was still sucking me. However, I felt her hand gently caress my scrotum three times. I knew that was the answer; no wonder she was so wet so quickly when I peered under her skirt earlier.
"You're so smart!"
I complimented her playfully. 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 at least two rounds. I'd just control myself for the first time and ejaculate less.
Tong Baohua seemed to sense my thoughts. Ejaculating in her mouth could be rinsed off, and ejaculating on her face could be touched up with makeup, but getting my 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. During the third thrust, I quickly pulled out with a soft "smack," shooting onto Bao Hua's delicately powdered face. After another wave, I quickly stopped myself.
"You're a bad guy," she said.
Thick white semen slid from Bao Hua's cheeks and lips to her chest, which she quickly wiped away with a towel. I had actually ejaculated on this beautiful flight attendant's face! My heart pounded wildly. Looking at Bao Hua in the dim light, she possessed a hazy beauty. I just wanted to have the most intimate intercourse with 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-erect penis as I answered her question. I had Tong Baohua lean against the counter, lifting her narrow skirt up to her slender 23-inch waist. I spread her knees, used my fingernails to pull apart her stockings, and dragged her purple silk lace panties down to her heels. I reached in to explore the entrance to her garden.
Her pubic hair was thick and already soaking wet. I then 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 produced a condom from somewhere and considerately put it on me. "Sorry, be careful, it's fun."
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 the beauty's body heat rise sharply. I first inserted my fingers into her honey hole and repeatedly thrust 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 moment to enter. 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 smoothly entered her.
"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, 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, 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 still wearing beige high heels, were exposed. I caressed the inside of her long, slender thighs with my whole palm. She squeezed her legs even tighter, and my penis could hardly move back and forth, so I had to thrust even harder. The name tag on her uniform had loosened slightly with my thrusts, and the three characters "Tong Baohua" were faintly visible 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 him...it's...reaching the cervix..."
I accelerated and pounded wildly from different angles. Tong Baohua's 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 love, and mounted her from behind. Her hands gripped the handle on the wall, and our genitals pulled back and forth like pistons. My penis seemed to be desperately swelling inside her. If only she were my wife, I thought to myself, grabbing her still-flowing hair with one hand while thrusting wildly deeper.
“Okay…I like this…from behind…”
I thrust rhythmically, leaning close to her ear and asking, “What are we doing?”
She was already drenched in sweat, and answered softly, “Making love!”
I continued to ask questions, deliberately teasing her desire and also fueling my own excitement: “What verbs can be used to describe making love between men and women?”
She blushed again, and I slowed my movements, kissing her delicate eyebrows, feeling her contracting again: “For every one you say, I’ll thrust a hundred more times…”
Afraid that I would stop and not be able to continue the climax, she said two words in an almost inaudible voice: “Having sex,” “Going to bed.” I started to speed up again, encouraging 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 that if I didn’t say it, I would stop. To hear such a beautiful and elegant girl say “fuck…”
I felt like I was about to ejaculate again; it wouldn’t be perfect if we both climaxed at the same time. So I pressed her, “Then how else can I say it when I fuck you?” I took Tong Baohua’s hand and guided it to our engorged genitals. She was already losing control; I knew she was almost exhausted, but 　　she
still said it: “You…on me…fuck me…go to me…penetrate me…”
I 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 couldn't resist the stimulation of these passionate words any longer. I flipped Tong Baohua over and thrust into her again in a standing position. I pumped in and out 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 the walls of Tong Baohua's vagina 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.
"Oh...I want your sperm...you cummed...I'm contracting..."
I tactfully stayed inside her for about three minutes before pulling my huge penis out, sheath 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.
I hugged her and gave her a grateful kiss. Everything returned to calm. Fortunately, the other flight attendant had overslept and arrived an hour late for her shift change. By then, Tong Baohua had already touched up her makeup, her beautiful hair neatly styled in a bun, and the collar of her uniform still seemed damp with sweat. But what I noticed was her slightly loose name tag. While the incoming flight attendant was still tidying up at the other end of the cabin, I went to Tong Baohua and helped her straighten her name tag. Behind the name tag, her breasts, which had been the focus of my hands just an hour earlier , were visible.
"Thank you," I said.
I realized I seemed to have fallen in love with her eyes, or perhaps with her as a whole.
"Thank you for the unforgettable memory,"
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 went back to their lounge. I knew we would meet again in a coffee shop in Taipei. A One-Night Stand with a Flight Attendant
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 word "flight attendant," you picture tall, beautiful women in uniforms, their hair neatly combed back, meticulously made up, and their lips adorned with designer lipstick, walking by with their luggage, the subtle scent of perfume lingering around them… I don't believe you wouldn't be tempted. I also couldn't believe this dream actually came true for me, and it really happened on an airplane.
That time, after a business trip to Los Angeles, I was returning to Taiwan in first class. Because it was the off-season, there were few passengers, and only one or two flight attendants took turns serving me. After nightfall, the other passengers were already fast asleep, leaving me alone awake. I
had a bit of a headache due to jet lag, so I asked one of the flight attendants to bring me a cup of coffee.
"Mr. Ye! Your coffee."
I glanced at the name tag of this pretty woman, which read "Tong Baohua," and she was about 165 cm tall with bright, large eyes. The first-class flight attendant at this flight attendant company, known as "Taiwan Wings," was clearly handpicked.
"Thank you."
I reached for the steaming cup, accidentally burning my elbow, which brushed against her as she bent over, her breasts prominently displayed 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 offered me 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 seized the opportunity to strike up a conversation.
She glanced at her name tag, seemingly aware I'd peeked, and blinked, saying, "You can call me Meg, Meg from Meg Lane."
"My name is Clark."
I briefly introduced myself and chatted with her for a bit, learning she lived in Banqiao, had worked as a secretary for a while after graduating from university, and had recently become a flight attendant, working in first class.
After our brief conversation, Tong Baohua nodded to me, indicating that she was going to the galley to organize the tableware.
I watched her back; beneath her green pencil skirt were a pair of long, beautiful legs. I tried to drift off to sleep, but the coffee I'd just drunk was taking effect, and my mind was too clear. Even with my eyes closed, 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 snores 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, organizing the tableware. Hearing my footsteps, she turned around 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 spread across her oval face.
"Meg, I have a
slight fever," I lied.
She actually came over and touched my forehead.
"No fever?"
She smiled, as if she saw through my prank.
Just then, 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 right against her soft, sensitive area, and my white shirt collar was stained with her pink lipstick.
Surprisingly, we both remained still, as if time had frozen. I smelled her lovely 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, she only blushed more.
After quickly passing first and second base, all I needed to do was step on third base to gauge her reaction and determine the timing and angle for my slide back to home base. I gently lifted her skirt, feeling her rapid heartbeat against my chest, and probed the edge of her valley. Through her stockings, I could feel a large, slippery wetness seeping between her legs.
Her reaction told me she was ready to welcome me, the man, into her home base.
She remained silent. Tong Baohua reached out and turned off the light in the galley. And so, Tong Baohua and I, in the small galley with only a half-closed curtain, united our most intimate parts. The thrill of someone intruding at any moment filled me with both tension and excitement. 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 to be completely undressed.
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 assault while reaching down to unbuckle my belt, pull down my trousers and underwear, and her delicate hands took out my already engorged and erect penis, 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 with me?" Tong
Baohua stopped what she was doing, looked up at me, and said softly, "Because your looks and personality are just like my boyfriend's, and... you're so gentle."
So that's it. I knew she needed it. I stopped asking myself if I was getting extra service. The person kneeling in front of me was someone as lonely as me, a flight attendant who wandered the world and rarely found comfort and affection.
I nodded, stroked her hair, and loosened her neatly styled hair, which cascaded down her shoulders.
"Don't mess it up,"
she reminded me.
A surge of tenderness welled up within me, and I tightly embraced her delicate neck. As if sensing my hint, she leaned forward, parted her pink lips slightly, and pulled her foreskin back to the base of my penis. I thrust in, my engorged member penetrating 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 inexperienced. But I already felt a surge of excitement coursing through my spine to my head.
As I moved 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 stroke my scrotum three times. I knew that was the answer; no wonder she got so wet so quickly when I peered under her skirt.
"You're so smart!"
I playfully complimented her. She looked up with adorable eyes, her sucking 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; I should have accumulated enough for at least two rounds. I'd just control myself for the first time and ejaculate less.
Tong Baohua seemed to sense my thoughts. Ejaculating in her mouth could be rinsed off, ejaculating on her face could be touched up, but getting my 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. I ejaculated in her mouth the first and second times. During the third thrust, I quickly pulled out and gently "slapped" my semen onto Baohua's delicate, foundation-covered face. After another wave, I quickly held back.
"You're a bad guy."
Thick white semen slid from Baohua's cheeks and mouth to her chest, which she quickly wiped away with a towel. I had actually ejaculated on this beautiful flight attendant's face. My heart pounded wildly. Looking at Baohua in the dim light, she possessed a hazy beauty. I just wanted to have the most intimate intercourse with her as soon as possible.
"Don't you need to rest? Would you like some water?"
Baohua 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 erect and magnificent penis as I answered her question. I had Tong Baohua lean against the counter, lifting her narrow skirt up to her slender 23-inch waist. I spread her knees, used my fingernails to pull apart her stockings, and dragged her purple silk lace panties down to her heels. I reached in to explore the entrance to her garden.
Her pubic hair was thick and already soaking wet. I then 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 produced a condom from somewhere and considerately put it on me. "Sorry, be careful, it's fun."
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 the beauty's body heat rise sharply. I first inserted my fingers into her honey hole and repeatedly thrust 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 moment to enter. 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 smoothly entered her.
"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, 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, 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 still wearing beige high heels, were exposed. I caressed the inside of her long, slender thighs with my whole palm. She squeezed her legs even tighter, and my penis could hardly move back and forth, so I had to thrust even harder. The name tag on her uniform had loosened slightly with my thrusts, and the three characters "Tong Baohua" were faintly visible 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 him...it's...reaching the cervix..."
I accelerated and pounded wildly from different angles. Tong Baohua's 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 love, and mounted her from behind. Her hands gripped the handle on the wall, and our genitals pulled back and forth like pistons. My penis seemed to be desperately swelling inside her. If only she were my wife, I thought to myself, grabbing her still-flowing hair with one hand while thrusting wildly deeper.
“Okay…I like this…from behind…”
I thrust rhythmically, leaning close to her ear and asking, “What are we doing?”
She was already drenched in sweat, and answered softly, “Making love!”
I continued to ask questions, deliberately teasing her desire and also fueling my own excitement: “What verbs can be used to describe making love between men and women?”
She blushed again, and I slowed my movements, kissing her delicate eyebrows, feeling her contracting again: “For every one you say, I’ll thrust a hundred more times…”
Afraid that I would stop and not be able to continue the climax, she said two words in an almost inaudible voice: “Having sex,” “Going to bed.” I started to speed up again, encouraging 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 that if I didn’t say it, I would stop. To hear such a beautiful and elegant girl say “fuck…”
I felt 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, “Then how else can I say it when I fuck you?”
I took Tong Baohua’s hand and touched our engorged genitals. She was already losing control. I knew she was almost out of strength, but she still said it: “You are…on me…fuck me…push 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 couldn’t resist the stimulation of these passionate words any longer. I turned Tong Baohua over and thrust into her again in a standing position. I thrust hundreds of times. 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, 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 rapidly open, and streams of warm semen gushed out.
"Oh...I want your sperm...you came...I'm contracting..."
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, filled with so much white semen, and lowered her head in embarrassment, speechless.
I held 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, her beautiful hair was neatly styled in a bun, and the collar of her uniform seemed to still have some sweat on it, but what I noticed was her slightly loose name tag. While the flight attendant on her shift was still tidying up at the other end of the cabin, I walked up to Tong Baohua and helped her adjust her name tag. Behind the tag, her breasts—the very breasts that had been roaming my hands an hour earlier—were visible.
"Thank you," I said.
I realized I might have fallen in love with her eyes, or perhaps with her as a whole.
"Thank you for the unforgettable memory,"
she said, offering a goodnight.
"Wait a minute,"
I said, taking her hand and slipping a note into it. She smiled faintly, a strange light in her eyes. "You know how we should keep in touch."
She nodded and went back to their lounge. I knew we would meet again in a Taipei café.

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