The flight attendant said it was okay to ejaculate inside.

This post was last edited by jk5056 on 2021-01-15 at 23:34.

What I'm about to say is true. This happened to me with a certain amount of luck involved, and I can't help it if you, the readers, don't believe me.

I'm thirty years old this year, and I just turned thirty a month ago. After graduating from university, I changed jobs several times, and now I work for a joint venture company. As everyone knows, unlike domestic companies where promotions often involve connections, joint ventures are different. There, if you have the ability, you'll eventually get promoted; it's just a matter of time. That's why I'm here.

I've worked diligently for several years, and although I haven't been promoted to department head yet, I'm practically the third-in-command in the department.

Here I need to explain: our company mainly deals in consumables, and sales and after-sales service are equally important. Many of our orders are re-signed from previous companies, so there are two heads in the department: one in charge of after-sales service and one in charge of sales. Our department head, surnamed Li, is nearly fifty years old. He's very honest and capable, mainly responsible for managing our after-sales service. Another department head, also surnamed Li, is quite shrewd; sales are naturally his forte, and we all call him Salesman Li.

Recently, we were renewing a contract, and Salesman Li was naturally the one who went. Unfortunately, two nights before our plane tickets were booked, he got drunk and ended up in the hospital. Our Director Li, who is taking care of his sick mother, couldn't possibly be away from the hospital for five days. So, this task fell to me.

I've seen people off at the airport a few times before, but flying myself is a first for me. For this task, I specifically spent almost three months' salary, changing everything from underwear to a suit, because for me, this isn't just about closing a deal; it directly relates to my future prospects in the company. Money should be spent wisely!

Flight attendants have always been one of the best fantasies for many men. But from what I saw at the airport, perhaps they had wonderful inner beauty, but their outer beauty... sigh... Apart from a few welcoming beauties, the others didn't give off a very good impression. Clothes make the man, and a saddle makes the horse. The clothes were nice, but the women were different. One had a big bust, another had long legs, but all the clothes were the same, making the busty women look like they'd been binge-eating for a month.

Security check, ticket check, boarding—that was it. Nothing much happened. If there was anything, it's that to improve our company's image, we usually travel in luxury class for business trips, and I was lucky enough to be with our saleswoman, Li. Otherwise, if it were me, I'd probably be in economy class! The luxury cabin was truly luxurious; the flight attendants were far more attractive than any I'd seen before. One of them, around thirty years old, wore light makeup, with arched eyebrows and deep red lipstick—very beautiful. Her figure was clearly very bouncy. She was tall and slender, with a full bust, probably around 1.75 meters tall, the tallest of the flight attendants. Her legs were long and slender, encased in flesh-colored stockings, conservatively estimated to be at least a meter long. I didn't particularly like the standard high heels; slender high heels are much sexier. Another flight attendant was slightly shorter, around 1.65 meters, with a small face, big eyes, and eyelashes that seemed to speak volumes as they blinked. Her skin was very fair, and her calves were slender and shapely, encased in stockings. I really wanted to touch them, even just for a moment! It was

my first time flying, and it was quite a novel experience, but for the sake of my image, I tried to appear mature. I pretended to read a magazine while secretly observing everything on the plane, especially the two flight attendants busily assisting the passengers.

The plane finally began taxiing, and my heart pounded with each acceleration. We were about to take off! My palms started sweating, and my breathing became rapid. With a long whoosh, we soared into the sky. Watching the others gradually relax, I felt something was wrong. My heart wasn't slowing down; instead, it was racing. I felt cold, but my hands and feet were sweating. I knew it—I had a fear of flying! Inhale

, take a deep breath, pause for a few seconds, then slowly exhale. Inhale, pause, exhale. I'd read similar things a long time ago, and I was slowly adjusting myself, constantly telling myself, "Relax, relax, don't be nervous..." By the time I could finally lift my eyes from the relaxation magazine, the plane had already entered a stable flight phase. In the distance
, the flight attendants were already pushing beverage carts to the tail door. It was still early for me, so I decided to check out the in-flight restroom first. I shakily got up (fear of flying isn't easy to overcome; I only went to the restroom because I was nervous and needed to urinate) and tried to move steadily towards my destination. Of course, as I passed the two flight attendants, I still gave them a few extra glances, as if I wanted to see their snow-white skin and delicate necks.

"Sir, what would you like to drink?" A pleasant voice rang in my ears. I looked up (actually, I had been waiting for them to come over, but I was just pretending to read a magazine for the sake of appearances). I didn't expect that the tall, beautiful women had such good figures and such lovely voices. Although it wasn't the crisp kind of voice, it was very soft and gentle, and that kind of gentleness made me feel very comfortable.

"Do you have green tea?" I asked casually, having already seen someone call for it ahead of me.

"Yes, sir." "Then a cup of green tea, please." I said with all my might, trying to sound affectionate. "Sir, here is your green tea, please take it." I glanced up, then quickly looked back at the magazine, as if something important was attracting my attention. My hand naturally reached for the cup, naturally taking it from hers and gently holding it. In an instant, a sensation like touching ancient jade spread from my fingertips. One word: soft. Two words: delicate. Three words: so nice to touch. Four words: I wanted to touch it again. I pretended to be very surprised and looked up at her, then tried to take the cup as smoothly as possible. I couldn't be unsteady; my heart was pounding at least 180 beats per minute.

"Excuse me!" I gave what I thought was my most charming smile. "It's alright, sir, please don't mind." There seemed to be a hint of excitement in her voice as well. The tea was delicious. Besides the fragrance of the tea, there seemed to be a very faint, subtle fragrance, perhaps from her. I slowly smelled it, slowly savored it.

It felt like it was her little hand. I took the opportunity of delivering drinks, snacks, and blankets to talk to her about some trivial things. I didn't seek to do anything good, but just wanted to leave her with the best impression.

Because my journey was long and it was a night flight, many people were already fast asleep. When the cabin quieted down, I couldn't stay still.

It wasn't that I didn't want to, but that I couldn't. My heart, which had just calmed down, started racing again, my bladder felt full, and I kept needing to go to the restroom. Once, twice, three times… I went to the restroom five or six times. Each time, I could see the flight attendants' rest area, and the tall flight attendant was facing me. She looked at me with a slightly surprised expression. So embarrassing! I could only give an awkward smile.

I sat back down and tried again to calm myself down. Suddenly, the plane shook violently, followed by a feeling of acceleration as it climbed.

"Attention passengers, the aircraft is encountering a strong turbulence. The aircraft may shake slightly. Please remain calm and fasten your seatbelts…" Oh no, I needed to pee again! This was no convenient time. I had to stand up again and head to the restroom.

"Sir, please sit down. The plane is shaking, please sit down and fasten your seatbelt." Because of the shaking, two flight attendants were checking the cabin. The tall, beautiful flight attendant noticed my movement and quickly said to me,

"Excuse me, I... I need to go to the restroom." Embarrassing, absolutely embarrassing. I knew it was best not to move, but I really needed to go! It seemed I was used to it after going so many times. The flight attendant seemed to have confidence in the captain; she didn't stop me much, just told me to be careful. Just

as I entered the restroom and was about to close the door, the plane shook again. I couldn't close it. I tried again, but it still wouldn't close. Oh well, I was going to burst. The door was already closed, and most people were asleep. No one else dared to move. It was going to be quick.

I took my position, pulled out my "big gun," aimed, and tried to get it out... but it wouldn't come out. I tried again, but it still wouldn't come out...

As you all probably understand, it wasn't that I actually needed to pee, but rather my fear of flying was acting up, especially with the plane shaking so violently – it was just making things worse!

It felt like ages had passed, and I still hadn't come out. Sweat was starting to bead on my forehead. "Whoosh!" The plane shook violently again. I lost my balance and swayed halfway before finally grabbing onto the sink to steady myself. Before I could even understand what was happening, there was another violent jolt, the door opened, and a figure rushed towards me, accompanied by a fragrant breeze.

It was her, the tall flight attendant. She probably noticed I'd been there for so long and came to check on me. She hadn't expected me to leave the door unlocked, and she hadn't expected to lose her balance during the first jolt. In her haste, she grabbed the doorknob and pressed it open. With another jolt, she, already off balance, fell into my arms. And at that moment, her hands, by sheer coincidence, were gripping my exposed manhood. Her beautiful eyes, less than twenty centimeters away, stared at me blankly, and my hands instinctively embraced this unexpected stroke of good fortune.

Surprisingly, we both remained still. I absolutely didn't want to move, and I guessed she was a little frightened. I smelled her pleasant fragrance, looked at her affectionately, and tried to bring my mouth to hers. Success or failure hinged on this moment. Without saying a word, I kissed her moist lips. She didn't flinch, instinctively opening her small mouth slightly to suck on my tongue. I gently nibbled on her full earlobe. She didn't resist, only her breathing quickened and her temperature rose. I explored the deep cleavage between her breasts along the seam of her uniform. Her breathing became even more labored. I gently guided her hands to move up and down on my already hard penis, and her eyes began to glaze over.

I unbuttoned her collar, pulled down one side of her purple lace bra, and bit and kissed her large nipple. She held back her breath but let out soft moans, enjoying my assault while continuing to stroke my penis. My already engorged and hard shaft was glistening with secretions from her delicate hands.

She bent her head, enjoying the caresses of my hands, and gently opened her bright red lips to take my penis in. Warm, moist, the sensation from my glans made me unconsciously increase the pressure of my hands, and another wave of intense pleasure washed over me.

I slowly helped her up, letting her lean against the sink, and began to suckle her ample breasts. They say tall women have big breasts, and it was true! One hand kneaded the other breast, while my right hand slowly reached under her skirt. It was warm to the touch, and I could almost feel the moisture. Good heavens, I was touching her through her stockings! Were her panties already soaked? Thinking of this, my penis swelled again, growing even larger.

I gently pulled down her pantyhose, and sure enough, a long, clear liquid stretched across her black panties, gleaming alluringly under the light. I pressed down on that erogenous zone, deeply inhaling the mysterious, smooth, slightly salty substance beneath the black fabric. "Mmm~" A seductive sound came from above, like the starting gun of a race. I quickly pulled down my trousers, closing the bathroom door behind me—this time, I bolted it; I didn't want anyone ruining this moment.

"Quick,~" Surprisingly, her voice was still so soft. No need for words, I raised my weapon, mounted, and charged. She was already so wet. I entered, slowly inserting to the root, then thrusting hard. "Ah~" Another seductive sound. It seemed to be working. I gradually increased the speed of my thrusts, entering, withdrawing, and entering again.

Her vagina was very tight, so she probably didn't have much experience. As I thrust in and out, I nibbled and kissed her right breast, which was slightly exposed under her uniform and swayed gently with the rhythmic movements. "Mmm...mmm...I...faster..." the tall beauty murmured. Leaning against the edge of the sink, I gently held her waist for support. She raised her legs and wrapped them tightly around my waist. She was wearing black high heels on her slender legs. I caressed the inside of her long 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.

"Ah..." she finally couldn't help but let out a soft moan, "I...I'm coming...yes...I've hit the G-spot, it's contracting so fast...once...once...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 so thick...it's...it's hitting the cervix..." I sped up and pounded wildly from different angles. The tall flight attendant's red lips parted slightly, "How about from behind?" Of course, I also liked to try different positions. At ten thousand meters in the air, who could enjoy this kind of pleasure?!

I quickly withdrew from her body, and she rolled over, aiming at the entrance of my dream flight attendant, already soaked with love juice. I mounted her from behind, her hands gripping the edge of the sink. Our genitals pulled back and forth like pistons, and my penis seemed to swell even more inside her. If only she were my wife, I thought to myself, as I held her waist and thrust deeper. "Good... I like this... from behind..." I thrust rhythmically, then whispered in her ear, "What are we doing?"

She was already drenched in sweat and whispered, "Ahhh! I hate it..." Her sweet moans almost made me lose my composure.

To prolong the session, I continued to ask questions, teasing her desire and delaying my own progress: "Haven't you done it in a while? Your pussy is so tight." Her face was already flushed, almost dripping with embarrassment.

I slowed my movements slightly and lowered my head to kiss her waist. Her waist was incredibly slender, without an ounce of fat. When I bit down hard on her side, I felt her contract a few more times. "Tell me where we are, what we're doing...?" I felt like a devil at that moment. She was terrified I would stop and she wouldn't be able to continue her climax, so she said in an almost inaudible voice, "We're on a plane..." I sped up a few more times, then stopped and continued to ask her, "What are we doing on the plane?" "We're making love on the plane..." Her voice grew softer and softer, the last two words almost inaudible.

"Making love~ I'm making love with you, isn't that right? What else is it called? Say it, or I'll pull out~!"

"No, don't go out! I'll tell you, it's still called sex, it's still called consummation!" I started thrusting quickly again. "No, these two are too soft. Tell me something more exciting, or I'll pull out

right now." She squeezed her legs together, afraid I would really come out: "Mating...copulation..." She knew I would never pull out, but I might stop, which was something she definitely didn't want to see right now. It was incredibly exciting to hear such a beautiful and elegant girl say it: "It's still called fuck, it's still called fucking..." She almost shouted the last word.

I felt like I was about to ejaculate. I couldn't resist the passionate stimulation any longer. I flipped her over and thrust into her again in the missionary position. I pumped wildly hundreds of times. She was already incoherent from my thrusting: "Ah... take me... fuck me... fuck me... fuck me to death..." This tall flight attendant had never said anything like this before: "You're so big... it feels so good when you're inside me... you're fucking me so full... ah... ah... I'm coming, I'm coming, hurry, hurry, fuck me to death, fuck me to death on the plane..." I knew she was about to reach climax. At the final climax, I thrust in and out with all my might, pushing my hard penis to her cervix. "Ah..." She contracted, contracted fiercely, as gushes of hot liquid poured onto my glans. It was so stimulating, I couldn't hold back anymore. I took a deep breath and thrust violently again. Ah, a tingling sensation spread from the glans to my entire penis, down to my lower back. I knew I was going to ejaculate. I thrust in again, then quickly pulled out. Although I really wanted to ejaculate inside, I didn't want any trouble.

As I pulled out, I saw the tall flight attendant shudder. Her eyes, which had been tightly closed during her orgasm, opened as she saw a weapon trembling violently, spurting out a stream of white liquid that landed on her delicate face, a trace clinging to the corner of her mouth. She immediately knelt down, opened her tender lips, and took the weapon into her mouth. Ah, it was so stimulating! She actually made me ejaculate in her mouth. I thought I could only ejaculate on the wall. The immense stimulation brought an enormous vibration, spurting out a huge amount of liquid. One thrust after another, more than twenty in total, not a single drop wasted in the beautiful woman's mouth. Judging from the way she swallowed, a lot had already gone down her throat and into her stomach. …Not a single drop was wasted; everything, including the fluid on my penis, was cleaned clean with her mouth…

I gently stroked her face. “Can I recognize you?” She stared at me blankly, and after a long while, she sighed. “Never mind, you look a lot like my husband, um… my ex-husband. We divorced two weeks ago. He had other women…” I understood. She still loved her ex-husband, and I was just a substitute, a substitute for her remaining love. That's all!

Silently, I finished dressing and was about to leave when she suddenly chuckled: “Women are more horny before their periods. My period is tomorrow, um~, you could have ejaculated inside me, hahaha…” She laughed as she opened the door and left, her laughter pure, except for that hint of mischief.

Only I, dumbfounded, remained in the bathroom.

(The End)

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