[skyline168's story with a former flight attendant]

For many men, the title of "flight attendant" might seem like a fantasy, but in reality, many are quite ordinary and lack exceptional

looks . However, those selected for flight attendant positions are at least not unattractive. (I have a friend who is quite

ordinary-looking, yet she became a flight attendant for China Airlines; I'm quite surprised, perhaps due to her excellent makeup skills.) Some "flight attendant aunties" from European and American

airlines , are quite pleasing to the eye; perhaps they were beautiful in their youth. Domestic airlines tend to

prioritize appearance, and older flight attendants, aside from a small number who continue working, are mostly transferred to ground staff.

Flight attendants earn higher salaries than the average white-collar worker, especially on international routes, where long-haul flights offer even more

substantial bonuses , often exceeding 70,000 to 80,000 NTD. But frankly, flight attendants are simply high-level service personnel; the work is exceptionally

monotonous, the in-flight environment is harsh, and the job is far from easy. For many women, being a flight attendant seems like an

"imagined" job, and I have male friends who work as flight attendants, and some who were selected

have changed their minds and refused to report for training.

Having flown with many airlines, I've noticed that in terms of attractiveness, Asian routes like those to Japan, South Korea, Singapore,

mainland China, and Taiwan, as well as some Southeast Asian routes, all have beautiful flight attendants. Some European routes, especially

those to Northern Europe, also have quite a few attractive flight attendants. Comparing Taiwan and mainland China, mainland flight attendants generally have higher overall quality

. Perhaps this is due to mainland China's large population and developed human resources, resulting in a higher average quality among a highly selective workforce.

Regarding service, Taiwanese in-flight service is generally good and frequent, but some flight attendants have a very reluctant attitude. They act

one way in front of passengers, but their demeanor changes drastically when they get up to leave after serving meals. While not every flight attendant is like this,

many are.

Some have an inherent arrogance, which is easily noticeable with a little observation. It's like an elevator attendant seeing off a passenger;

their expression changes drastically the moment the doors close. Whether something is genuine or not, the person being served can

sense . It's like listening to a singing competition; everyone sounds good, but whether it's moving is a matter of personal perception.

Taiwanese women are considered fortunate, pampered by their fathers, boyfriends, and even their "sexy" bosses at work. Different

cultural climates create different atmospheres. Regarding flight attendants' service attitude, I feel the most sincerity

from Japanese airlines, and Singapore Airlines is also good—purely a personal opinion.

In short, you have to do your job properly, even if you have to act, to avoid resentment. Since it's

a service industry, if you're not attentive to customers, you'll end up being the one who suffers if you encounter a "bad customer."

Some men might fantasize about flight attendants when they fly, but I don't, because flying is

a nightmare for me. Every time I fly, I feel uncomfortable, extremely anxious, can't sleep, and am constantly

worried about flight safety. Basically, being in the air makes me feel very insecure, and sometimes long-haul flights are even more

torture. Every time I land safely, I feel like I've escaped a ordeal, but I still have to fly. Enough

rambling, let's get to the main point.

I have a friend (I guess you could call her a friend), she's not a current flight attendant, she left the job over six months ago. The reasons for

leaving are nothing more than irregular lifestyle, boring work, and high pressure. From her words, I sensed she

wasn't very attached to the flight attendant profession, or perhaps there were other reasons, but I didn't inquire. Which airline? I can't reveal!

After graduating from university with a degree in English, she joined that airline as a flight attendant and left after three years.

How I know her? We had business dealings. When I met her, she had already switched to

being an insurance agent. As for which insurance company? Like the airline, I'll keep that a secret.

Her name is Xiaoxuan (pseudonym). Xiaoxuan is of average build, around 160cm tall, with a good figure and a

decent appearance. Her mannerisms and speech are like a bad woman, arousing men's desire to take advantage of her on the spot; you would never

mistake her for a respectable woman.

I met her through a friend's introduction; our interaction was for her to sell insurance, while I was simply looking for any

opportunity to take advantage . After exchanging MSNs, our online conversations had nothing to do with insurance; they were mostly about erotic topics. She seemed like

an open-minded woman, and seeing many photos of her on duty on her blog only fueled my fantasies.

According to her, she had had sex with a captain. Another female flight attendant friend said the same thing, but

I couldn't tell if it was true or not. I don't know if they were exaggerating, thinking it was honorable to have sex with a "captain,"

or if this was common in their community—they fly every day, the work is stressful

, and their lives are in their hands, so they enjoy themselves while they can.

(A friend of mine who flies fighter jets told me he secretly keeps small bottles of whiskey on board and

takes a sip when he's stressed, but I always thought his story was ridiculous.)

After chatting for a while, Xiao Xuan became increasingly impatient with me, her tone grew more and more unpleasant, and she would often say she was busy after a short time

, clearly unwilling to discuss erotic topics. She even told me that if I hadn't started talking about "

one-night stands , she might have had a better impression of me, and we might have even had a chance to date. But I was too casual and always talked about

sex, which made her think all crows are black. At that time, she had recently broken up with her boyfriend.

Later, whenever I messaged her, she would always ask, "Do you want to buy insurance?" If not, then there was no need to chat—

so realistic!

One day, on a whim, I asked her online, "What insurance plans does your company offer?" (Although I studied business, I

didn't know much about insurance. Anyway, it's a standardized contract, it's all the same, you get what you pay for!)

Talking about insurance made her more enthusiastic. She asked about my fixed income and investment returns, probably trying to

gauge my ability to buy insurance policies, and told me to come to her for a detailed discussion when I had time.

Speaking of this, I once met a female insurance agent online. She was very flirtatious online and wouldn't admit to having a boyfriend. But once

we met , I discovered she was even wearing a wedding ring. Of course, she had a husband, so of course she didn't have a boyfriend. Don't think the client

was just lustful; the insurance agent herself was probably dishonest, deliberately creating a false impression to lure me in. I've seen TV reports of people

buying several units of columbariums without even holding hands—how absurd! That kind of situation is unlikely

to happen .

One day, I asked Xiaoxuan out for coffee. Without further ado, I asked her what the benefits of buying insurance were. Of course,

I wasn't referring to the insurance itself, but rather the benefits of buying from "her"?!

After some negotiation, Xiaoxuan said she could sleep with me, but with conditions. First, no perverts (what constitutes

perverts?) no violence, no unusual fetishes; second, she could only repay me after the policy took

effect couldn't be canceled or refunded. Whether I redeemed it early was irrelevant; third...

Regarding the policy amount, it must be at least 100,000 yuan annually for at least five years. As for the policy signing, if I'm worried, it's

naturally safer to sign it through their company.

Even without any romantic entanglements, buying insurance is perfectly acceptable; it's not

a loss . Xiaoxuan's willingness to offer herself is just an added bonus. Unfortunately, I have no "interest" in buying insurance, only

"sexual" interest in Xiaoxuan. I asked Xiaoxuan how many transactions she'd done this way since she entered the industry, and she said never—frankly,

I wanted to believe her, but it wouldn't make much difference.

She was afraid I'd renege on the deal after getting what I wanted, and I was afraid she'd cancel after the policy took effect. (Wouldn't that be ridiculous?!) I asked her if there were any

ways to ensure a clean transaction (like notarization in court, but that's wishful thinking), but Xiaoxuan was

indifferent , acting high and mighty, as if she was already being very aggrieved by compromising.

I tried to get her to talk about how much commission she'd take per policy, and whether it was possible to not buy insurance and just accept the commission

, but she refused. She wanted more than just a single commission; she also wanted the bonuses and subsequent

benefits from accumulated sales, which was difficult to estimate in terms of value.

(I thought that even if I was willing to pay her a single commission, it wouldn't be worthwhile unless I genuinely planned to buy

insurance myself, or I really liked her.)

Since we couldn't reach an agreement at the time, nothing came of it, but we would chat

intermittently .

One evening, I greeted Xiaoxuan online, and she asked to borrow money from me. It wasn't a large sum,

nor could it be easily dismissed with just a few thousand yuan (strange! We weren't close enough to lend each other money, and besides, money lent out is

usually never returned). I brought up the past and asked her what she thought, not expecting much, but to my surprise, she readily agreed.

Since that was the case, I was happy to oblige.

The next afternoon, I took a day off and went to see Xiaoxuan. (Now, thinking back, I realize I missed something

— why didn't I ask her to wear her flight attendant uniform? I wonder if she returned it to the airline or if she kept it?)

When I met Xiaoxuan, because we knew each other, the atmosphere was relaxed and informal. In the car, I touched

her hand, but she said not to, and that we should talk in the room.

Once in the motel room, Xiao Xuan reached out and demanded the money she'd promised to lend her. She took it and

started counting it in front of me, then put it into her LV bag.

"Now it's time to get down to business!" I said to Xiao Xuan.

Xiao Xuan said, "I'll take a shower first, then you can shower."

I said, "No way! We'll shower together, or give me back the money, I'm not lending it to you, I'm leaving."

Unexpectedly, Xiao Xuan actually took the money out of her LV bag and tried to throw it back at me. Now I'd met my match,

and , having trampled on my male pride.

A while later, Xiao Xuan came out of the shower, wrapped in a towel (I hadn't felt comfortable peeking at her while she showered, so

I lay dejectedly on the bed). After I quickly finished showering, Xiao Xuan was already watching TV in bed. I crawled in,

ready to get down to business, but Xiao Xuan repeatedly emphasized that I couldn't try anything funny.

Although Xiaoxuan was quite masochistic, it only fueled my desire to conquer her. Ah… men, you know!

And she used to be a flight attendant!

I kissed her, and she didn't resist. After a while, Xiaoxuan's attitude softened (it should be "

rough edges ," not the sharp, pointed shape). She made "mmm" and "ahh" sounds. I felt like she was a queen, and I

was her slave. But I didn't mind, diligently trying to please her, constantly testing her erogenous zones. When I touched sensitive spots

, she would approvingly say, "That's it, that's right!"

(Her breasts were small C-cups, soft and elastic to the touch!)

Touching her vulva, it was wet and sticky. I knelt beside Xiaoxuan, my left hand constantly

sliding along her vulva, my right hand squeezing her breasts, occasionally pinching her nipples, my mouth alternately kissing her lips and

sucking on her nipples, sometimes putting my fingers in her mouth, which she would lasciviously suck on. As

my fingers moved faster, she became more and more engrossed and wanton.

I changed positions, making her bend her legs, and buried my head between her thighs. I stuck out my tongue and used it like a mixer to

constantly move around Xiaoxuan's vulva, sometimes up and down, sometimes back and forth, sometimes left and right. I also used my index and

middle fingers to help spread her labia, making it easier for my tongue to penetrate deeper. When Xiaoxuan's love juice flowed out a lot, I

didn't have time to drain it, and it overflowed into my mouth along with my tongue. I didn't care and swallowed quite a bit.

Xiaoxuan didn't say anything, and I was too lazy to talk to her to avoid getting rejected. The two of us were like acting in a silent

play, or like mute people making love, with only "mmm" and "ahh" sounds.

I made her turn over and stick her buttocks up, and I stuck out my tongue from behind, using my hands to spread her buttocks and brush

her vulva; I also took care of her anus, and even used my tongue to explore it for a while; my hands also reached from behind to her chest,

playing with her breasts. Xiaoxuan finally said, "It feels so good."

(Of course it felt good, I was working so hard!)

I asked Xiaoxuan to use the "69" position to serve each other, man on top, woman on top. I felt her technique was pretty good, her tongue was

varied, and the speed was rhythmic. The more stimulation I gave her, the more obvious the energy she gave me in return, it was so much fun!

My tongue felt like a remote control, but she was a bit rough when she was excited, her teeth got stuck on my "heirloom"

several times (it felt good at the time, but it hurt a bit afterward). Later, I couldn't take it anymore and really wanted to come (Xiaoxuan

had said it could only be once), so I quickly changed positions and continued to serve her, letting my "heirloom" rest for a while.

After a while, I asked Xiaoxuan to help me put on a condom, and we started with the traditional man on top, woman on bottom position, with my arms

wrapped around Xiaoxuan's back, moving rhythmically. After a few dozen strokes, I really wanted to come, so I quickly asked Xiaoxuan to change

positions , with her sitting on top of me, man on bottom, woman on top. She played with me while sitting on top, controlling the angle and force, and I was too lazy

to thrust into her. (I should say I was trying to distract myself and prolong the ordeal.)

I saw Xiaoxuan reach out and stroke her clitoris with her fingers, while my "family heirloom" was fully

inserted into her paradise.

I placed my hands behind my head as a pillow, and soon Xiaoxuan pulled my hands out from behind her head, wanting me

to touch her breasts. In less than five minutes, I was so excited I couldn't resist and wanted Xiaoxuan to change positions. She

said it felt good this time and asked what I wanted to do. I said it was my first time with her, and I was so excited I wanted to come, so

I wanted to change positions. Xiaoxuan said, "You just come whenever you want? You're so useless!"

A moment later, my "family heirloom" shamelessly handed over its "goods" to Xiaoxuan, without daring to ask if she had...

There wasn't a climax, but she must have enjoyed it.

I hugged Xiaoxuan from behind, and while we were talking, I pulled out a tissue with one hand, removed the condom, and explained, "I

was too excited the first time with you, so I couldn't help myself. Next time will be better, or how about we do it again later?"

Xiaoxuan said, "One more time?!" When I asked her how her ex-boyfriend performed, she didn't mince words, saying he

was about the same as me.

Xiaoxuan said she wanted to sleep for a while, and I checked the time; there was still an hour and a half left. Xiaoxuan turned her head to sleep,

and without thinking, she snuggled up next to me. (Luckily, I hugged her from behind, and she didn't object.) There were

less than thirty minutes left in the break, and the counter called to remind us. I wanted to wake Xiaoxuan, but she said she really wanted to sleep and wanted me to extend the time,

not even answering her own phone when it rang.

Later, she woke up, actually because I rubbed her awake. Xiaoxuan got up to go to the toilet to pee, and I asked her if she wanted

to do it again. She said somewhat disdainfully, "Are you sure you can handle it?" Even so, she still agreed to my request.

This time I was quite valiant, and didn't feel much, just wanted revenge. I lasted fifty minutes (actual

time was probably thirty minutes), and I could still hold on, showing no signs of wanting to come. She, on the other hand, had back pain and kept saying

she couldn't take it anymore, though she did reach orgasm.

After we finished, we smoked together and flirted in the jacuzzi. She seemed to smoke quite heavily, even though

I've quit, I still smoked with her. During our conversation, she still wouldn't give up, asking if I wanted to buy insurance, saying that if I

did, I'd have to sleep with her three times (she'd only said it once before).

Later, when we met again, we remained friends, but we didn't go to a hotel again because she broke her promise and

didn't repay the loan. I also didn't want to lend her money again, so we couldn't reach an agreement.

Even so, if one day I really want to buy insurance, even if she doesn't sleep with me, I'll still buy it from her

, because seeing each other once still has some connection, at least we've had some.

[The End]

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