I love transatlantic flights; some people hate the long boring hours, but not me. Life is what you make of it and while for some a Boeing 747 might be a place filled with half sleeping people, it was something completely different to me. This plane is my hunting ground. The pathways between the chairs are like the open places in the forest where the deer find their way. The business class is like a pond in the middle of this forest were the most luscious and well fed deer appear, so open and vulnerable. The restrooms are like small dark caves; very tempting to lure and corner the deer in and feed on them.
And the deer. Well, as the wolf watching the deer I am watching the women enter the plane. I have done this many times and know exactly what to look for. I see them pass, glance over their tickets noticing their names. I look at their bodies, noticing their features. That however, is not even my primary concern. I am not looking for flesh. I am looking for prey. I look at their eyes, I wait until they look back at me, watching their reaction. Some look like goats, lowering their gaze. Those are the easy ones, the low hanging fruit I take when I like their flesh enough.
But then, there are the interesting ones. Looking back fiercely, but with a twinkle in their eyes. I know they are aware of what I am. A hunter and they know they are the prey.
They will not make it easy on me, but they will give me the challenge I want. The others can have the easy ones. I look at the other crew members for a moment. They are all picking their targets. I am lucky with this crew; we are all in on it, making it so much easier to hunt. Cooperating to get who we want;) the ones entering don't stand a change.
Suddenly, instinctively my eyes focus on a girl entering. Even before I have her ticket, even before I know her name and even before I look her in the eyes I already know. This is the one; she will be mine.
I look at my mate standing next to me. She has noticed what I am looking at. Four eyes now following the girl. This is my lucky day. Those tits, that ass. I want her badly.
As soon as the plane takes off the hunt starts. I make sure I get as much contact with her as I can. She is with a friend, but that is not a problem; my mates will handle that.
I observe her, talk to her. I get to know her slightly. I make a few jokes just to see how she reacts. The talk and jokes get naughtier. I can see she likes it, her smile, a little coloring of the skin. I can see in her face she; wants it, but she waits as if she needs proof of me being worthy. I realize she is not a deer, she is a fellow wolf and we are courting in the middle of a hunt.
When her friend goes to the toilet we are all ready. A quick of a hand, a kiss, a touch and a whisper asking if she has ever done it this high. When I leave them with her, I can see parts of her exposed flesh, teeth sinking into it, hands stroking her skin. I notice my arousal but ignore it for now.
I walk over to the girl and whisper to her that there is something happening with her friend, but don't worry. She follows, intrigued.
We arrive at the secluded spot we use as a crew. I let her in. She stands still, looking at the scene before her. Her friend is being licked, her body shining with sweat. Her arms are tied above her head while she sucks the cock of the other male in my team.
I move behind the girl I so desire, whisper in her ear how easy it was to seduce her friend. I tell her to look at the scene really well. I notice her scent changing a little, her breathing becomes faster.
