Sex on an airplane

Onboard Sex: One

-night stands with flight attendants and having sex with them 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 can't believe this dream has come true for me, especially 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 were serving me. After nightfall, the other passengers were already fast asleep, leaving me alone awake. I had a headache from 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." She was about 165 cm tall with bright, large eyes. The first-class flight attendants at this "Taiwan Wings" airline were definitely handpicked. "Thank you." I reached for the steaming cup, accidentally burning my elbow. My hand brushed against her breasts as she bent over, which were prominently displayed beside me. "Ah..." she gasped softly, embarrassed. I quickly apologized, but she didn't seem displeased. It seemed to be a matter of professional etiquette. She smiled gently, indicating she didn't mind, and deftly took a tissue to wipe my hands. "Sorry ,
" I said, clearly noticing Tong Baohua's unease. "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 seen it, and blinked. "You can call me Meg, Meg from Meg Lane." "My name is Clark," I briefly introduced myself, and we chatted for a bit. I learned she lived in Banqiao, had worked as a secretary for her family after graduating from university, and had recently become a flight attendant, just over two years ago, and was only recently starting her first-class service. After our brief conversation, Tong Baohua nodded to me, indicating she was going to the galley to organize the tableware. I watched her retreating figure; beneath her green pencil skirt were a pair of long, beautiful legs. I snapped out of my daze and tried to take a nap, but the coffee I'd just drunk was starting to kick in. My head was too clear, and all I could see when I closed my eyes was Tong Baohua's delicate face and her beautiful figure beneath her uniform. The other passengers were all fast asleep, the only sounds being 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 as she arranged the cutlery. Hearing my footsteps, she turned around and said in a melodious voice, "Mr. Ye, is your headache still bothering you?" She asked me with concern. I nodded, and she seemed to suddenly remember that I had just touched her chest; a blush crept onto her oval face.
"Meh, I have a slight fever," I lied, and 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 against her soft, sensitive area, and her pink lipstick stained my white shirt collar. Surprisingly, we both remained still, as if time had frozen. I inhaled her pleasant hair scent and gently took her small hand. Without saying a word, I lowered my head and kissed her moist lips; she didn't flinch. 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 only breathed more heavily. Even when I pulled her hand to my firm crotch and circled it clockwise, her face only flushed 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. Without a word, 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 made me both nervous and excited. 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, its dark brown shaft already glistening with secretions. She knelt down and carefully cleaned it with a wet wipe. I finally broke the silence: "Why did you agree to be 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." I see.
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, stroking her hair and loosening her neat bun. Her shoulder-length hair cascaded down like a waterfall. "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 back my foreskin to the base. I thrust my engorged penis into her 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 swallowing and spitting 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 hands gently caress my scrotum three times. I knew that was the answer. No wonder she got so wet so quickly when I peeked 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 understand my thoughts. Ejaculating in her mouth could be rinsed off, 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 response. My first and second ejaculations were in her mouth. On the third thrust, I quickly pulled out with a soft "smack," shooting onto Bao Hua's delicate, foundation-covered face. After another wave, I quickly held back. "You're a bad guy." Thick white semen slid from Bao Hua's cheeks and mouth to her chest, which she quickly wiped away with the 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 a break? Would you like some water?" Baohua took a glass of water from the cupboard and gave it to me. Her chest heaved violently; she probably felt unsatisfied because she couldn't make a sound. I drank it all in one gulp, then let her hold my still-erect penis as I answered her question. I had Tong Baohua half-ly on the counter, lifting her narrow skirt up to her slender waist. I spread her knees, used my fingernails to pull apart her stockings, and pulled her purple silk lace panties down to her ankles, reaching for the entrance to my garden. Her thick pubic hair was already soaking wet. I rubbed my penis directly against her clitoris. She bit her lip, seemingly enjoying it but also feeling unbearable. As I was about to penetrate the final fortress, 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. Holding my own penis, I thrust it towards Bao Hua's pink, pleated opening. She trembled, and I immediately felt her body heat rise sharply. I used my fingers to repeatedly thrust in and out of her honey hole, and her juices flowed out. Her eyes were slightly closed, as if she was about to enjoy a climax. I straddled her from the side and unbuttoned Tong Bao Hua's collar a little more, pulling her bra down to her armpits. Her breasts, which I had just touched, sprang out proudly. Her dark red nipples were erect, the type of breasts I liked the most. I tasted the smooth skin of her breasts again. She was pressed down by me, her upper body arching backward, her beautiful black hair swaying sensually behind her head. I sucked on the bumps around her nipples, rubbing them and then gently picking them up with my fingers.
She whispered sweetly in my ear, "Come in quickly, someone's coming to relieve me." As our bodies rubbed together, I seemed to hear a soft, wet 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, "Hard enough?" Tong Baohua's flight attendant uniform was already half-undone, and she answered passionately, "Keep going..." I thrust in and out, slowly and gradually, faster and faster. The tug-of-war between the mucous membranes of our genitals was the most sensual battle, a couple with only their lower bodies half-naked, their most primal genitals rubbing together and generating heat. Tong Baohua's vagina was very tight, so she probably didn't have much experience. As I thrust in and out, I kissed and bit her right breast, which was slightly exposed under her uniform and swayed gently with the rhythmic movements. "Mmm...mmm...I...almost..." Tong Baohua murmured, pressing against the edge of the kitchen cabinet. I gently held her waist for support, and she raised her legs and wrapped them tightly around my waist. Her bare ankles were still wearing beige high heels. I caressed the inside of her long thighs with my whole palm, and she squeezed her legs even tighter. 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" vaguely appeared 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 sped up 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 desire, and mounted her from behind. Her hands gripped the handle on the wall. Our genitals pulled back and forth like pistons, my penis seemingly swelling desperately inside her. If only she were my wife, I thought, grabbing her now-fluffy hair. I thrust deeper and deeper. "Good... I like this... from behind," I said, rhythmically thrusting, whispering in her ear, "What are we doing?" She was already drenched in sweat, answering softly, "Making love." I continued, deliberately teasing her and arousing myself: "What verbs can be used to describe sex between men and women?" She blushed again. I slowed my movements, kissing her delicate eyebrows, feeling her contract again: "For every one you say, I'll thrust a hundred more times..." Afraid I would stop and lose my climax, she whispered two words, barely audible: "Okay." "Room," "Go to bed," I started to encourage her to continue, "What else?" Baohua shook her head shyly. "I'll say one for you, sex." She squeezed her legs together again: "Mating...copulation..." She knew that if she didn't say it, I would stop. To hear such a beautiful and elegant girl say "fuxk..." 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 again: "Then what else can I say when I'm fucking you?" I took Tong Baohua's hand and touched the place where our genitals were engorged and joined. She was already losing control a little. I knew she was almost out of strength, but she still said it: "You...on me...fuck me...go to me...penetrate 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 fucked me so hard..."
Unable to resist the passionate stimulation any longer, I flipped Tong Baohua over and thrust into her again in a standing position. I pumped hundreds of times until Tong Baohua was incoherent, saying, "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 said, pulling and thrusting forcefully, rubbing my hard penis against the walls of her vagina. "I'm going to cum..." "Mmm...okay...I'm coming too..." I felt her vagina open rapidly, and streams of warm semen gushed out. "Oh...I want your sperm...you've cummed...I'm contracting..." I lingered inside her for about three minutes before pulling my penis, condom and all, out. Tong Baohua looked at the tip of the condom, filled with so much white semen, and lowered her head in embarrassment, speechless. 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 walked up 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, offering a 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 walked back to their lounge. I knew we would meet again in a coffee shop in Taipei.

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