My story with a China Southern Airlines flight attendant

My Story with a China Southern Airlines Flight Attendant

For a period of time, due to work, I frequently traveled between Shanghai and Wuhan. How frequently?

At least once a week on average, making me a true "frequent flyer." In Wuhan, through work,

I met a salesperson hired by a florist, a graduate student at a forestry university (another story).

We became very close . Once, this florist, for a government event, imported a batch of famous flowers—Phalaenopsis orchids—from Japan

. Since they weren't used up for the event, this graduate student gave me a pot as a souvenir. Considering it was a rare variety,

I decided to bring it back to Shanghai.

Holding this pot of flowers, I boarded the plane back to Shanghai with my luggage. Once seated, I realized I didn't know what to do with the plant.

Two blooming flowers on a tall stem—where should I put it? In my dilemma, I turned on the service light. Soon,

a flight attendant came over and sweetly asked, "Sir, is there anything you need?" I looked in the direction of the voice and

saw a young and beautiful flight attendant standing in front of me. I said, "Miss, could you help me find a place to put this pot of flowers?"

The flight attendant hesitated for a moment and said, "I'll take care of it." I handed her the flowers.

Tea and snacks were served several times along the way, but strangely, I didn't see the flight attendant who had arranged the flowers for me.

The plane had already begun its descent, and I looked around in my seat, wondering where my flowers were. Looking back,

I finally saw the flight attendant who had come to get the flowers earlier sitting in the last row, holding my

potted plant. I was so touched.

After the plane came to a stop, the flight attendant came over with the flowers, and I sincerely said, "Thank you!" She

smiled sweetly and said, "It's nothing, your flowers are so beautiful." I said, "Really? I'll give you another one next time!" She smiled and said

, "Okay!" Only then did I take a closer look at her. Tall and well-proportioned, with fair skin, big eyes, and

red lips… such a beautiful flight attendant is truly rare!

I went to Wuhan a few more times after that, but never encountered that group again. It was about the third time I returned from Wuhan that I

boarded the plane and, as usual, heard, "Welcome aboard." Suddenly, the voice sounded familiar. I looked up and saw

it was the who had helped me with the flowers that day. I smiled and asked, "Do you remember me?" The flight attendant immediately replied, "Yes, I

remember you wanted to give me flowers!" I was quite surprised; her memory was truly amazing. I said to her,

"I'm sorry , I didn't bring you flowers." She smiled and said, "It's okay, there'll be another chance." Then I boarded the plane and took my seat

(I usually sit in the aisle). When the first drink was served, the flight attendant came to my side and I said, "What a coincidence,

running into you again! Do you always fly this route?" She replied, "Not necessarily, it depends on the company's schedule." I casually

took out a business card and handed it to her, saying, "Let's keep in touch sometime. I'll definitely give you flowers." She said, "Okay, I'll wait.

" I quickly asked, "Could you give me your phone number?" She said to wait a moment, and after a while, she delivered the food. When she did, she

handed me the food container with a note underneath. After they pushed the cart past, I quickly opened it. On it was a line of neat,

small handwriting : "X Jing, 137xxxxxxxxxxxx". Overjoyed, I quickly put it in my shirt pocket.

We passed by several more times without a chance to speak. When I arrived in Shanghai and got off the plane, she said goodbye at the cabin door, and I said goodbye too. I

turned back to look at her one last time, and she smiled again, making a phone call gesture.

On my way I was so excited that I sent her a text message: Thank you. She quickly replied: "You're welcome." I texted again: "Let's keep in touch."

She replied: "Okay." Over the next few months, we continued to travel frequently, but each time I would text or call to confirm if she

was available. We flew together more than 10 times, but 5 or 6 of those times coincided with her shift. We gradually became familiar with each other

and often talked on the phone. When I was in Wuhan, I even drove the hotel car to the flight attendant apartment to pick her up twice for dinner,

but it was just a simple meal; after dinner, I would take her home. During this time, I learned that she was from Changsha

and had just graduated when she was selected by China Southern Airlines; she was still in her internship. She was 22 years old this year.

Later, after the Wuhan project ended, I couldn't find a reason to go back to Wuhan, but Jing and I still frequently

contacted each other by phone or text. One night a few months later, at 11 pm, my phone suddenly rang. It was

a text from her: "Is now convenient?" (She knew I was married, so she usually wouldn't contact me at night).

I happened to be drinking with a client at a bar at the time, so I texted back: "Sure." Then my phone rang; she called

me and asked if I was busy lately. I said I was fine, and she told me she was about to be transferred to international flights and was on vacation

at home. I said that was great, and that she should rest well at home. Suddenly, she said she wanted to go to Hangzhou and asked if I had time

to go with her. I said yes, and asked when. She said next Wednesday and then told me the flight number. Finally,

Wednesday . I packed my things early in the morning and drove my BMW straight to Hangzhou Xiaoshan Airport. The plane arrived at 11 o'clock.

She was wearing a yellow t-shirt and walked out of the airport departure gate. It was very bright, and I could see her from afar. She saw

me too and smiled so brightly. This time, in addition to her dignified and quiet demeanor on the plane, she also had a touch more charm

and was full of youth and vitality. We got in the car together and went to the Hyatt by West Lake. We even booked two

standard double rooms across from each other. Then we went back to our rooms to take showers, and 20 minutes later we went out together. After dinner, I took her out to play.

It was Jing's first time in Hangzhou. We first went to Lingyin, then came back for a boat trip on the lake. After the boat trip, it was getting dark, and when we got off, the boat

rocked quite a bit, making her a little scared. I reached out and grabbed her hand

, pulling her

aboard. After walking about ten meters towards the hotel, I realized we were still holding hands. She seemed to suddenly realize what was happening, quickly letting go, her face turning red, and her head lowering. I felt a little embarrassed too. We walked back to the hotel in silence, then ate together.

It was almost 10 pm when we went back to our respective rooms.

I took a good shower and sat on the sofa, feeling restless, but… Just as I was getting bored and about to turn on the TV

, a text message came in. It was from Jing. She asked, "What are you doing? Are you asleep?" I immediately perked up and

called her room. She said she wasn't there yet and was bored. Jing's lazy voice came from the other end of the phone: "I

can't sleep either." I said, "Then I'll come over and chat with you." She said okay, so I immediately got up, dressed, and knocked on her

door. The door opened, the light was dim, and she was wearing a short floral nightgown. She had just taken a shower, her long hair was draped over

her shoulders , and she exuded a fragrant scent. She was incredibly alluring. I went into the room and sat on the sofa

, chatting about all sorts of things. She was half-reclining on the bed. I was really impulsive at the time, and I almost pounced on her several times, but I

didn't dare to do it. Half an hour passed, and I said I had to go back first so she could get some sleep. I was planning to go to Songcheng the next day.

She got up to see me off. At the door, I said I was leaving, and she said "Oh." I seemed to sense a hint of something in her eyes.

With a mournful sigh, I reached out and touched her still-damp hair. She pressed her face against my hand, and I

couldn't control myself any longer. I pulled her into my arms, and her hands gripped my neck tightly. We began

a passionate kiss. I slowly moved her to the bedside and gently laid her down.

Her face was flushed red, her chest heaving. I leaned in and continued kissing her, her sexy

little mouth, her ears, my hands never stopping. Touching her full, firm breasts, she began to breathe heavily,

as if trying to pull my hands away, but she was weak and powerless. My hands continued to caress her body

, quickly finding her panties. I slipped my hand inside; they were wet, very wet. Jing

felt her whole body trembling. Without hesitation, I pulled down her panties and quickly stripped myself naked.

My penis was already erect, and when I took Jing's small hand to touch it, I almost lost control. I couldn't help it; Jing's lower body

was beautiful. Beneath the sparse but smooth pubic hair was a pink slit, glistening with moisture, making it appear even more

tender. My little brother was already protesting. I straightened Jing's full buttocks, parted her long, slender, white legs, and began to enter. Just a third of it in,

Jing suddenly let out a soft "Ah!" Looking up, I saw her brows furrowed, biting

her lip. I slowed down, my little brother slowly wriggling inside. It wasn't easy to fully insert it. I slowly

thrust in and out, my little brother feeling like it was being tightly gripped—it felt so good…

Slowly, I saw Jing's brows relax, her red lips slowly parting slightly, her chest heaving dramatically…

…She was still moaning softly and rhythmically. Suddenly, I felt her

body spasm, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly, her moans becoming rapid. I knew

she had climaxed, so I increased my speed. Jing convulsed beneath me, and I finally lost control,

my thick white fluid gushing out, spraying into Jing's uterus…

I felt her body heat on my skin, and only after my penis slowly subsided and withdrew did I get up

to go to the bathroom. I wiped myself with toilet paper, and there was a faint red stain on it. I was shocked and rushed back into the room. A coin-sized patch of bright red blood in the middle of the

snow-white sheets was so glaring. I felt indescribable emotions.

Jing was covering her face with the blanket. I thought she was embarrassed and was about to pull the blanket up when I heard her sobbing

softly . I quickly asked what was wrong, and Jing shook her head. I asked if I had hurt her, and she shook her head again. I asked if

she regretted it, and she shook her head vigorously. I was truly at a loss. I whispered again, "Is this your first

time?" Jing nodded firmly, then burst into tears. I was a little at a loss. Sitting on the bed, I leaned against her

and pulled her into my arms. She sobbed on my shoulder. After about ten minutes, Jing slowly

calmed down . I took her to the bathroom, wanting to shower together, but she was too shy and kept her head down.

After showering, I wrapped her in a towel and carried her back to bed. We lay there together, and I comforted her

. Slowly, my penis started to feel again. We did it again, and this time it went much smoother than before, but there was still

a little blood.

The next day, we got up around 10 a.m. I suggested we go out for dinner, and she agreed.

As she whispered, "Cancel your room reservation." I thought to myself, "What a nice girl, she even knows how to save me money.

" So I canceled the reservation and we ate together. I asked her if we were going to Songcheng. She said she didn't want to go anymore, so we went back to the room and continued…

For the next three days and three nights, we made love constantly, except for eating and sleeping. We tried every position I

knew . Under my guidance, she learned to give me oral sex. Although she was a little awkward, she still

enjoyed it. Time flew by, and four days and three nights passed just like that. When I took her to the airport, she didn't say anything, just

listened to music the whole way. When we got to the airport security checkpoint, she turned around and cried. Tears streamed down her face like a broken string of pearls... She

choked out, "Don't forget her. Remember to call her." My heart ached, and I could feel my eyes welling up with tears too

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