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Mile-high MILF

7/20/2017

It had been a long draining day at the end of a long, draining
week. Flying is so much more miserable an experience these
days. JFK, as usual, lived up to its reputation as amongst
the worst airports in the western world and we were, yet
again, kept waiting for an hour on the tarmac, fully-loaded,
waiting to depart for London.

I pitied the guys working economy where an increasingly
cranky group of passengers were growing more and more disgruntled.
That the air-conditioning wasn't working properly
didn't help either. It was getting hot; all we could
do was hand out small paper fans and glasses of water.

At least first class was quiet. I only had four passengers
to look after. Three middle-aged businessmen in regulation
pinstripes and one lady, probably in her late 40s, who had
the brisk, crisp air of a woman who was accustomed to getting
what she wanted. Well, this was first class after all. Anyway,
she had a confident, mildly suggestive air about her. When
I welcomed her aboard and wished her a pleasant flight she
looked me in the eye. "I'm sure it shall be perfectly
pleasant."

As she took her seat I saw that, though she was soldily built,
her legs were toned and in good shape. She was wearing a black-skirt
with a slit in it that was slightly more revealing than might
normally have been expected for a lady of her years and bearing.
Still, it clung to her hips and rump and fit her perfectly.
She was clearly at ease with herself and her body. A crisp
white cotton shirt - men's I think - with French cuffs
rolled above her wrists complemented the skirt. Simple
but classy. She wore a simple old bracelet on her left wrist
and an equally simple gold chain round her neck. Her hair
was mid-brown with golden highlights.

When she asked for her third glass of champagne before we
took off I knew that if any of my passengers was going to cause
trouble she would be the one. You'd be surprised how
many people think they can get away with anything simply
because they've paid several thousand dollars for
the privilege of flying with us.

Because there were only four passengers in first class
for our flight I was the only steward serving the cabin.

For the first three hours everything was routine. Aperitif.
Dinner. Lights dimmed. The usual. We'd recently installed
new seats in first class that folded into real beds. I'd
already made up the three businessmen's beds before
I came to the lady. Best to save her for last. "Have
you been ignoring me" she asked, a slightly coy note
in her voice. "No madam, I always do this seat last"
I replied as I made the bed up with crisp new, never-used
cotton sheets. When I looked up at her I couln't help
but notice the firm swell of her breasts and the hint of the
black lace bra she was wearing; it was also immediately
apparent that she had undone another shirt button to show
off rather more cleavage than she had been before.

She also knew that I knew she was doing this. Perhaps that's
why she smiled sweetly - too sweetly? - and let her hand linger
that fraction too long on her wrist as she thanked me for
organising her bed and asked if she might have one more brandy
before turning in to sleep. There was, I'll admit,
a certain frisson about her.

When I brought her drink back to her she was lying on her bed
on her side. Her hair was a little mussed up by now and she
had one hand beneath her blankets as she took her brandy.
"Thank you" she said, asking if - and she hoped
it wouldn't be too much trouble - she might also have
a banana since, though clearly we could not have flambed
the fruit n the plane she loved the combination of brandy
and bananas. "No problem madam" I said, relieved
that this would be her last request before my first mini-break.

20 minutes later my break was interrupted by a passenger
call sign. I hardly needed to check to see who it was. My lady
wanted me. When I reached her bed, squatting beside her
and whispering in the dark so as not to wake any of the other
passengers who were all asleep, I had scarcely begun to
ask how I could help her when I felt her hands upon my bottom
lip, the tips of her fingers inside my mouth resting on my
bottom teeth. I was about to pull away when - to my considerable
surprise - she slipped a decent sized slice of banana into
my open mouth. "I saved the last bit just for you"
she whispered in my ear. Her hot breath and the smell of her
scent so close to me in the darkness of the cabin was alluring.
I could feel the beginnings of a bulge between my legs. A
quick stiffening in my trousers. Well at least it was dark and
she would not notice I thought to myself.

Then I realised that the banana did not taste only of banana.
It was stickier and sweeter than it should have been, as
though it had been coated in syrup. I realised immeidately
where it had been. "I hope you like fruit" she
said, knowing full well that I knew that this banana had
until very recently been inside her pussy. Her very wet,
even sopping pussy, if the saturated banana was any reliable
indication of her state.

I stood up, thinking this had gone on long enough. As I did
so she reached out a hand and grabbed my groin, quickly and
expertly unzipping my trousers and pulling my now exceedingly
stiff cock out. The combination of the taste of her pussy
juices in my mouth and the feel of her strong, yet soft, hands
on my cock made me even harder. I looked around to check on
my other passengers, afraid they might see what was happening.
Fortunately they were all asleep.

By now she had begun to wank me and by god it felt good. I put
one hand on the back of her head, feeling the supleness of
her shiny hair and moved closer to her bed so she could - as
I knew she wanted to - take my rock hard cock in her mouth.

"Hmmmm" she purred, "this is service."
Slowly she began to lick and tease my throbbing cock. "This
is what I call a digestif". "Quiet, madam, if
you please" I scolded her "the other passengers
are trying to sleep".

She responded to this admonition by suddenly and swiftly
taking my cock even further into her throat - so swiftly
and splendidly in fact that I let out an involuntary gasp
of pleasure. If only every flight was like this. The lady
knew her way around an erect penis for sure. The situation
was sufficiently unusual that I wasn't sure how long
I could last without cumming down her throat.

Not long I realised as she continued to suck my cock, cradling
and teasing my cum-filled hairy balls with her hand, cupping
them and squeezing them gently. Jesus that felt good.

"I'm going to cum" I whispered urgently
to her. "Thats the entire fucking point of the exercise"
she msiled back at me. "I want to feel your cum spatter
against the back of my throat."

That was enough. Pulling her head onto my cock so that her
face was buried in my groin, I could feel the cum rising from
my balls. Sure enough it was gathering an unstoppable force
as my cock began to twitch with greedy anticipation. Yes!
At last and what a release it was as stream after stream of
salty air steward cum fired into her greedy mouth....

When I was spent she quickly and delicately licked my cock
clean, tucked it back into my tousers and zipped me up. "Perhaps
i should fly with you guys more often" she said as a
broad grin crossed her face and I could see, even in the dim
cabin light, that her lips were glistening with my cum.

"Perhaps you should" I replied. "We aim
to please."

I returned to the stewards's area, my mind still buzzing
with what had just happened.

And a plan began to form in my mind. Sauce for the goose should
certainly be sauce for the gander.

So, half an hour befoe we were due to start waking the passengers
to serve breakfast, I went back to seat 3A and gently shook
my new favourite passenger awake.

"Madam, we have a special breakfast for you this morning,
if you would care to folow me". She raised her eyebrows
at this but agreed to follow me to the stewards' galley.
"As this is a restricted area" I told her "you
shall have to do exactly as you are told. Do you understand
me, madam?" She nodded yes and I could see that her
eyes were sparkling and suddenly wide awake.

Opening the door to the steward's rest room -slightly
larger than those the passengers get to use - I pushed her
in before me. Taking a cotton handkerchief from my pocket,
I asked her to open her mouth and proceeded to use th handkerchief
as a soft gag. By now here eyes were wide open and then some.
"You must be quiet, madam" I said. "Do
you understand me?" "She nodded that she did.

"Turn around" I told her "and bend over".
I wanted to inspect her rump. Hell, I wanted a piece of her
ass. For an hour now my cock had been hard as granite, waiting
for this moment. "I want you to have your hands clasped
to your ankles. Understand" A muffled yes was her
response. "I told you not sounds" I whispered
roughly into her ear, before steppin back to give her ass
a single firm slap. I let her stand there for a second. Her
hands were only on her knees. "I said ankles"
I told her and spanked her fine, full, firm ass again. Slowly
her hands crept lower, her back bent more and her ass stuck
further up in the air.

I spanked her lightly another three times to encourage
her, then unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor.
As I had suspected she was not wearing any panties. Her ass
was glowing pink but her pussy lips were puffed up and I could
see juices leaking out of her.

We did not have much time. I contented myself with just a
couple of minutes of plunging my face into her pussy, licking
up those juices, before I unbuckled my belt and let my trousers
fall to the floor. My cock had been wanting her pussy for
hours now and was in no mood to be disappointed. This was
no time for hanging around. Taking her by the hips I plunged
my cock deep inside her dripping pussy with one long firm
thrust. A muffled squeal form her hankie-stuffed mouth
confirmed that she liked this.

Space was tight, and my cock seemed to have swelled to more
than its usual size as I began to pound her pussy with long
powerful confident strokes, pulling her onto me with every
stroke as I buried myself inside her.

We did not have long and it did not take long before I was leaving
my cum inside her for the second time that night.

When I was done I removed the hankie from her mouth and we
began to clean ourselves up before I escorted her back to
her seat without either of us saying a word.

An hour later we were waving our passengers off the plane.
The three businessmen were already out of first class when
my new mile high friend smiled at me, pressed an envelope
into my hand as she left, saying. "Thank you for a most
peasant flight."

When she was gone I opened the envelope. inside was a $100
bill and a note that told me the name of her hotel. "Cocktails
at 7?" it read. "There are still some places
you haven't yet put your cum. I intend to fix that tonight."

So, it turned out to be a better flight than I'd anticipated
after all. It's good when that happens.

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Great story got me hot thats for sure.

7/20/2017

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Well written and fun to read.

7/21/2017

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I love the story. I work in aviation and have always had fantasies of fucking women in all kinds of scenarios. Great job!!

7/21/2017

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That's great service.

7/22/2017

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Damn! What a lucky guy. Great story!

7/28/2017