Love in the sky

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"...Thank you for listening to the safety announcement. Have a pleasant journey!"

Shortly after takeoff, I unbuckled my seatbelt, stretched, and was about to adjust my seat for a comfortable nap to recover from the all-night party the previous night when a striking figure appeared.

A flight attendant carrying a coffee pot slowly moved from the front row towards the back of the plane. She had bright, clear blue eyes, a high nose, and full lips. Her hair, styled in a bun, was jet black and glossy. The buttons on her white uniform couldn't even contain her ample bust, which, based on my experience, was at least 36 inches. Her slender waist was no more than 24.5 inches, and her legs, visible beneath her black miniskirt, were conservatively estimated to be 40 inches long.

She walked lightly to my side, revealing a captivating smile. Perhaps because she saw I was Chinese, she asked in broken Cantonese, "Sir, would you like some coffee?"

Seeing such a rare beauty, my sleepiness vanished completely. I smiled back and said, "No, thank you."

Since my seat was at the very back of the plane, she nodded slightly and went back to her seat. At that moment, I had already made a decision—this woman must be mine.

However, I'm not one of those perverts who like to grope people. I believe that incurring the displeasure of a beautiful woman for a moment of lust is the most foolish thing to do. Every woman I've ever been with has been willing. Being sensual without being vulgar has always been my principle. Therefore, my first priority was to attract her attention and become friends. As for sex…duh! That was, of course, my ultimate goal, but that would have to wait until after landing.

It would take more than six hours to reach Australia; I had plenty of time.

I decided to lean back in my seat, organize my thoughts, and patiently wait for my opportunity. Fortunately, my opportunity came quickly.

She came over again to see if any passengers needed her help, and when she reached my side, I called out to her.

"Miss, could you please give me a glass of water?"

"Sure!" She went back to the break room and quickly brought me a glass of water.

"Thank you." I stared at the name tag on her chest and asked, "Would you mind if I asked you a question?"

She smiled politely, "Of course."

"I wanted to ask how to pronounce your name?"

"Abeytu."

I slapped my forehead, feigning ignorance, "Right! I just can't remember. I remember it means green leaf, right?"

She said a little shyly, "I don't know its meaning either. My parents changed it for me, but I think it sounds nice."

I said in a slightly exaggerated voice, "Your parents are geniuses."

She asked, puzzled, "Why?"

"A perfect flower like you is missing a green leaf, isn't it?"

These few words, a bit cheesy and old-fashioned, I only said them tentatively, but it seemed to have worked quite well. Her face was full of smiles. My purpose in coming here was just to leave an impression on her. Anyway, there was still a long night ahead, so I decided to stop while I was ahead and not bother her anymore.

Before long, it was time to serve the airplane meal, and she was serving me again.

"Sir, would you like chicken rice or Hokkien fried rice?"

"Chicken rice."

She put down her plate and said kindly, "The chicken is very good today, and the vegetables are unusually fresh. Please enjoy."

Seeing her reaction, I knew my efforts hadn't been in vain; she had indeed made a good impression on me. Half of that was thanks to my parents, for giving me this appearance. But don't think I'm handsome just because I say that. Actually, that's not true. This isn't modesty; it's the truth. Of course, I'm not ugly at all; you could say my features are regular. However, I've had a peculiar trait since childhood: people who have seen me once or twice can hardly remember what I look like, but those who have truly interacted with me easily develop a liking for me. Personally, I think this appearance is much better than those who are exceptionally handsome. Being too conspicuous makes many things inconvenient.

This time, I didn't say much because I understand that knowing when to hold back is key to success. She's busy with important matters now, so even if I tried, it wouldn't be very effective and might even annoy her. All

I need to do now is wait, wait for the right opportunity.

When I saw her walk around the corridor twice and her expression relaxed a lot, I could roughly guess that she had finished her work. When she came near me again, I immediately seized the opportunity and said, "Abeytu!"

She smiled warmly and said, "Sir, how can I help you?"

"You can call me Ah Tian."

She nodded happily and smiled, "So, Ah Tian, is there anything you need?"

"I need your body and your cunt." Only an idiot would say that, so although the words roared in my mind, I actually said something else: "Are you free now?"

She looked surprised. Maybe she had never been asked that on a plane in all her years as a flight attendant, but she quickly replied, "Well, I am."

"It's nothing, it's just that the people around here don't seem to understand Chinese, and I just want to talk to someone." Although someone who had slept with more than ten foreign women would never need to talk to someone who understands Chinese, I still tried my best to put on a sincere look of "I can't live without you."

She looked around and, seeing there was nothing particularly urgent that she needed to help with, nodded at me. "Hmm!"

"Great!" I said happily. "By the way, you don't look Chinese!"

"My father is from Hong Kong, and my mother is British."

"No wonder you have such beautiful blue eyes!" I sincerely complimented.

She gave me a sweet smile that almost melted my heart, but I didn't know if the insurance company would cover "having a heart attack because of seeing a beautiful woman on a plane," so I tried very hard to control my

racing heart. We chatted about all sorts of things for a while, when something happened that gave me an unexpected discovery.

I accidentally dropped the paper cup I was holding. Luckily, I had already finished my drink. I hurriedly bent down to pick it up, and at the same time, she tried to do the same to me, causing our cheeks to lightly brush. When we both stood up, I clearly saw a blush on her face, making her look even more beautiful. But I could tell that besides a bit of shyness and embarrassment, she also had a special emotion—desire.

You might find this strange: "Isn't it amazing? Just because someone blushes, you assume they have sexual desire?"

This is because I'm a professional gambler, and keen observation is an essential skill for me. Many people think gambling is just entertainment, and that it's impossible to make a living from it. They think those gambling gods and saints in movies are all fake. I can tell you, those gambling god TV shows… are indeed fake. In reality, how could it always be such a coincidence that someone else has four packs of cigarettes while you have a flush? However, in reality, gambling isn't entirely about luck. As long as you have insight, courage, and are willing to put in the effort, and know when to hold back and when to stop, it's not impossible to win more and lose less. For example… (Some readers: Damn it! We want to see you beat others! What gambling? If I wanted to gamble, wouldn't I go to Macau myself? If you keep talking nonsense, I'll blow up your computer!) Yes, yes, yes! I seem to have strayed too far from the topic. I'm truly sorry; it's all due to my professional habits. Back to my prey, seeing her reaction, I boldly made a tentative move. I gently wiped her buttocks with the back of my hand, carefully observing her every reaction. Her delicate body trembled slightly, but I couldn't detect a hint of fear. This further confirmed my initial misjudgment. It seemed that for this girl, being touched wasn't unpleasant; on the contrary, she seemed to enjoy it!

I wasn't in a hurry to make a move. After chatting with her for a few more minutes, she left because she had something to do. However, every time she passed by afterward, I would take a little pleasure from her. Her skin was truly flawless, especially her beautiful legs, which made my little brother incredibly excited and throbbing.

She would often linger near me intentionally or unintentionally until it was completely dark outside. She then came over and said, "Should I close the window for you? It'll be more comfortable to sleep that way."

At first, I didn't understand what she meant by that. Since it was completely dark outside, why close the window? Even if I really wanted to close it, although I was sitting in an aisle seat, the window seat next to me was completely empty; I could easily close it with a simple reach.

But since she had asked, I was happy to see what tricks she was up to. I saw her lean forward, one of her enormous breasts less than a centimeter from my nose. When she raised her hand to adjust the window, that huge hemisphere pressed directly against my face—the feeling was truly indescribable.

As I was enjoying that wonderful pleasure, I glanced sideways and saw that her hand hadn't actually closed the window; it was just pretending to be closed. Then she shifted her body slightly, seemingly trying to enhance her sensation.

Although I already knew she was a pervert, I never imagined it would go this far. On a whim, I took a deep breath near her armpit. Her body jolted, she let out a very soft "oh," immediately straightened up, glared at me reproachfully, but her face was full of bliss. At that moment, I knew that my ultimate goal wouldn't have to wait until landing.

To ensure passengers' comfort, all the cabin lights were off. I observed for a while, and after confirming that most people were asleep, I took the opportunity to wave her over.

The passengers two seats in front of me were snoring quite loudly, but this made our conversation easier.

I whispered in her ear, "Do you have any work to do?"

She replied in an equally soft voice, "I'm preparing your next meal, but it's almost done. What's up?"

"Nothing much, really. I just wanted to tell you that I need to go to the restroom, but I usually go for a long time and often forget to lock the door. Could you check it for me later?"

Although I couldn't see her expression in the dark, I saw her consider it for a moment, nod, and then return to the break room.

I sat for a while longer, making sure everyone else was asleep before I went into the restroom, as one of the stalls was right behind my seat, making it very convenient.

A moment later, the restroom door suddenly opened, and a figure darted in—it was her, of course.

She nervously locked the door. I wrapped my arms around her from behind and whispered in her ear, "Why do you look so panicked? Doesn't your company allow you to stay in the restroom with male passengers?"

She retorted, "You know perfectly well, of course not!"

I released her arms and teased her, "So you've done something bad! Why would you do something bad just to get in here?"

She turned around and punched me in the chest. "I'm not playing with you anymore. I can't stay long, hurry up!"

"I don't understand! Hurry up for what?" As I spoke, I took half a step forward. Anyone who's ever flown knows how tiny the restrooms are on airplanes. That half step was enough to squeeze her between me and the door, and her large breasts were deformed by my chest.

She pleaded in her broken Cantonese, "Stop playing around! I want it..."

I think few men could resist that. My lips immediately sealed hers, my tongue, like a greedy snake, burrowing into her moist mouth, intertwining with her lips. Slowly, my lips left her mouth, moving to her alluring chin, sometimes gently biting, sometimes sucking, my tongue gradually wandering to her pink neck, while her breathing grew heavier.

"Are you feeling anything?" I asked after lightly kissing her tender neck.

"I already felt something when you were playing with my breasts outside."

I imagined her in front of everyone, that mysterious place still leaking fluid, and my penis hardened like iron.

My hand brazenly slipped under her skirt and touched her. Even through her panties, I could feel that her triangle area was overflowing, with a lot of love fluid staining my hand.

"You're really exaggerating!" I lewdly laughed.

"It's all because of you," she said indignantly.

"So, you don't want to?"

"You really are... uh!" She couldn't finish her sentence because one of my hands had already covered her breast, kneading it in circles.

My other hand wasn't idle either, stroking her fair thigh back and forth. She cooperated by lifting one leg, allowing me to play with it to my heart's content.

After kneading for a while, I was no longer satisfied with the barrier of contact. I unbuttoned a few buttons on her blouse, and her beautiful breasts bounced out as if liberated. The black bra could barely cover a small part of the two fleshy mounds. I couldn't wait to pull the bra up a bit, and the pink nipples immediately appeared before my eyes. Their firmness was probably no less than that of my penis. I stuck out my tongue and kept circling the edges of them, but I refused to touch them directly, having a great time playing with them.

"Ugh... ugh... ugh..." With my playing, her breathing became louder and louder.

I peeked at her and saw her tilt her head back, close her eyes, and part her lips slightly, looking incredibly sexy. I unexpectedly put that luscious red grape into my mouth, and she immediately couldn't help but let out a soft "Uh!"

I didn't intend to give her a chance to catch her breath. My lips kept rubbing against her nipples, and occasionally I used the tip of my tongue to push them into her breasts. She knew she couldn't make too much noise, so she could only bite her lower lip and force down the beautiful sounds coming from her throat: "Ugh... ugh... ugh... ugh..."

Seeing her like this made me even more excited. I unceremoniously reached my left hand into her short skirt and rubbed my middle finger back and forth in her private parts.

"Oh... ooh... ah ah... uh... ooh..." Her whole body went limp, and she rested her head on my shoulder, saying, "That's enough, give it to me!"

I thought that was about enough, so I let go of her and sat on the toilet seat: "Okay! But my good brother isn't very energetic, I wonder if it can satisfy you?"

Actually, a lovely girl like her would make my little brother energetic just by looking at her a few more times, but in order to tease her, I deliberately thought about some difficult card games while talking, distracting myself, which made my little brother return to a semi-erect state.

She glanced at my sly expression, chuckled, knelt before me, unzipped my pants, and held my penis in her hands. My penis wasn't very long, about five and a half inches at its most erect, but it was extremely thick. She ran her fingers over it twice, then gently rubbed it with her palm. The warm, soft sensation was indescribable, and soon I was rock hard.

Holding my fully erect penis, her thumb and middle finger almost touching it, her eyes shone with a strange light, like a child finally getting a long-desired toy, but with an added touch of lust.

She stroked my penis a few times with her gloved hand, then couldn't resist sticking out her tongue and licking the glans. A tingling, numbing sensation shot through my nerves, making me sigh softly.

Seeing my reaction, she grinned lewdly and intensified her licking of my penis, sweeping her tongue from the base of my scrotum to the urethral opening, then taking the entire glans into her mouth, stroking it back and forth while swirling it with her tongue.

"Slurp..." Finally, she sucked hard on the tip of my glans, lifting her head and saying, "I'm so itchy! I want it!"

A trace of clear saliva still clung to the glans at the corner of her mouth; I gently wiped it away and said, "Come on!"

She stood up, pulled down her panties from under her skirt, and straddled my thigh. I lifted her right leg; the soaked panties still clung to her calf. Because her miniskirt was pulled up, her beautiful vulva was fully visible, the neat short hairs forming an inverted triangle, incredibly alluring.

My penis pressed against her entrance, then slowly penetrated deeper. She frowned, fully absorbing the sensation, until it was completely inside her, at which point she let out a long sigh, enjoying the feeling of fullness.

Enveloped by that soft, wet cave, my penis grew even more ambitious. I really wanted to satisfy this slut with thunderous piston-like movements, but I knew that being caught doing this on a plane was no joke, so I had to suppress my lust and only move my hips back and forth with small amplitude. My penis was like an electric dildo, trembling incessantly inside her vagina.

"Ah...ah..."

A wave of pleasure spread through her lower body, and she also concentrated and closed her eyes to enjoy it, but how could this trembling, like scratching an itch through a boot, satisfy this slut? She herself gently swayed her slender waist to enhance the pleasure.

After doing this for a minute, I couldn't bear it any longer. With a thrust of my lower body, I launched the first blast into her flesh cave.

"Ahhhhh!" The huge stimulation made her exclaim in surprise, and it also brought me a strong feeling. I didn't want to stop, and thrust into her flesh cave again and again.

"Uh...uh...ooh...ee...ee...ee..." She tried her best to endure, but sounds kept coming from her throat. She had to grit her teeth and reduce the noise to a minimum.

Seeing her expression, a mixture of pain and excitement, my reason vanished. My lust was aroused, and I wanted to enjoy the pleasure that teetered on the edge of danger, so my attacks became even more intense.

"Uh...uh...ah!" Her endurance had truly reached its limit. She pleaded in my ear, "No...don't...ah...too...too fast...uh...slow down."

I asked, "Isn't this uncomfortable?"

"It's just too...comfortable...stop...stop..."

Hearing her say this, I stopped thrusting violently, but I didn't stop either. Instead, I rotated my hips, making my penis churn in a circle inside her.

"No...no...stop...no...uh...ah..."

She couldn't persuade me, so she bit my shoulder hard to suppress her voice.

Although a sharp pain shot through my shoulder, it couldn't mask the overwhelming pleasure coursing through every nerve. I thrust into her again with frenzied intensity.

Suddenly, her teeth clenched tighter, her whole body convulsing. I knew her orgasm was coming, and sure enough, less than half a second later, her vaginal opening contracted rapidly. People often say that nature's artistry is beyond human reach, just like those ridiculously expensive massage machines of today—they can't even come close to a fraction of the beauty of her vagina. At that moment, I truly felt that a woman's vagina was the most perfect massager created by God. Every nerve in my penis was intensely stimulated, and every cell in my body seemed to be reminding me of how pleasurable this moment was.

Her orgasm lasted for several seconds, after which she slumped against me like a limp rag.

"Ah, ah, ah..."

She got what she wanted, but I wasn't finished yet, so I continued thrusting. After the extreme excitement, her lower body became numb for a moment, so no matter how hard I tried, she didn't feel anything; it was just me getting satisfaction.

I didn't like this at all, so I switched to rhythmic thrusting. After a brief recovery and my skillful stimulation, she quickly started making pleasurable nasal sounds again: "Mmm... mmm... ooh... mmm... mmm..."

Seeing that it was about time, I stopped thrusting, crossed her left leg to the right, and pulled her right leg to the left, turning her around half a circle, from facing me to facing away from me.

After changing positions, the angle at which my penis rubbed against her vagina was also different. I thrust sometimes fast and sometimes slow, leaving her confused.

"Ugh...ugh...ah! Uh...uh...uh...uh...uh...uh...uh...uh...uh...uh...uh..."

After a while, her sensations grew stronger, but this time she turned her back to me, unable to endure it by biting me any longer. She could only plead again, "Wait...wait...too...too fast...I can't take it...uh...wait...uh...wait!"

I ignored her, focusing on my piston-like movements.

"So...so good...faster...no...don't...no, we'll be found out...slower...bigger...harder...ah! Just right...no...I can't hold back...gentler...please..."

The surge of pleasure and the fear of being discovered had made her somewhat incoherent. My remaining rationality told me that this was far too dangerous, and her moans were gradually growing louder.

But should I stop here? I knew I couldn't, so I resorted to a last resort, covering her mouth with my hand. With

her mouth covered, the sounds naturally became quieter, and she could moan more boldly. Although she wasn't exactly screaming wildly, she wasn't as struggling to hold back as before.

"Ugh...ugh...ugh...ugh...ugh...ugh...ugh...ugh..." A familiar spasm ran through her; it seemed she was about to come a second time, and after a round of thrusting, I was also close to climaxing.

Her whole body tensed, enjoying her second bliss. Under the onslaught of her tender flesh, I barely managed to hold back my impending ejaculation.

"Ugh...ugh...ugh..."

After the climax, she was naturally exhausted, but there was no time for her to rest.

"I...I'm coming too."

Hearing me say this, she suddenly found strength and immediately said, "No...don't, don't ejaculate inside!"

"Of course I know, otherwise I would have already ejaculated, hurry up..."

Before I could finish speaking, she understood what I meant, and with her last bit of strength, she struggled to her feet, knelt before me again, and took my excited, throbbing penis into her mouth.

"Ugh..." With a groan, my hot semen filled her mouth, and a wave of pleasure shot from her spine to her brain.

After I pulled my penis out of her mouth, her first instinct was to spit the mouthful of semen into the toilet. It seemed she was the type of woman who could handle oral sex but couldn't stomach swallowing it.

I stopped her, knowing the answer already, and asked, "What are you trying to do?"

She pointed to her mouth, then to the toilet, indicating she wanted to spit out what was in her mouth.

"No need! Isn't it better to just swallow it?"

She frowned and shook her head.

I continued, "That's fine then, but it seems we won't have a chance to see each other again after we get off the plane."

She shook her head even more vigorously than before, thought for a moment, then tilted her head back and swallowed it.

I had expected this, and laughed, "See, not too bad, right?"

She swallowed and licked her lips, "Really! All my previous boyfriends' breath smelled terrible, but yours doesn't smell at all!"

While adjusting my pants, I said, "Rinse your mouth and get dressed before you go out, otherwise it'll arouse suspicion."

She smiled mischievously, "I think I've already aroused suspicion. I've been doing this for so many years, and this is the first time I've been away for so long! But no one would ever guess I was doing this kind of thing!"

I smiled too, pressed my ear to the door, listened for a while, then opened the door a crack to make sure no one was outside, before slipping out.

During the rest of the flight, after exchanging phone numbers with her, I could finally sleep peacefully.

After landing and entering the country, the first thing I did was save the number on the note she gave me into my phone. Stepping out of the airport, I lazily stretched, "The weather abroad is so nice!"

It seems this trip will be very enjoyable.

【over】

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