Jack always left the house at least 6 hours before any flight. He found that he preferred to sit in the airport for a good 4 hours before his flight than run late and stress about the flight. So, when he had to get to the airport for 2 pm on Monday afternoon for a flight to London, he left for the airport shortly after 8 am in a cab. He relaxed in the back seat and pulled out his laptop, hoping to finish off a presentation he was due to give in London the following day at a conference.
Jack was 32 years old, tall at just under 6 feet tall and handsome. His hair was a dark chestnut, with bright green eyes with a hint of gold in them. He had just come out of a 6-year long relationship, Jack's former girlfriend Leanne wasn't the most supportive of girlfriends for his career, and then he found out she had been cheating on him. He wasn't even mad about her cheating, he knew the relationship was over for months, and her cheating offered the perfect excuse to break up.
The 2-hour journey proved to be unproductive though. He barley slept the night before because of nerves about the presentation. This was one of the most important jobs he'd ever been assigned by his boss - if the presentation went well, he would be bringing in a contract worth millions to his company. He would secure a promotion to Associate Director, and be the youngest executive in his company's history. His career as an Investment banker would shoot through the roof.
As he pulled into the airport, he gathered his bags and paid the driver. He gave him a generous tip - he was a believer in karma, and tomorrow was the day he needed the best of luck.
Walking into the airport, suddenly someone bumped into him hard. His laptop bag went flying, and the woman that walked into him stumbled and fell.
"Sorry, oh sorry! Didn't see you there! I'm running late!" She said in a heavy English accent, gathering up her bag and standing back up. She went over to grab Jack's bag, but he got there first.
"Not to worry, I'm Ok! Are you alright?" He replied.
"Yes I'm fine, thank you. Need to get going though, hope you have a safe flight!" And with that she was gone.
Jack stood there looking out for her as she practically ran away. She was gorgeous he thought, about 5' 8", with thick, long blonde hair falling down her back in lazy ringlets. He was instantly mesmerized.
He realised that he had just been standing there for close to a minute. He shook his head slightly to gather his thoughts, grabbed his suitcase and made his way to security. Once in the duty free area, he browsed a while through the scents and decided to buy himself a bottle of cologne. To him it smelled of power, he hoped to exude that tomorrow.
Jack went to Starbucks, grabbed a large triple shot americano and settled down for some work. Whilst preparing his presentation, he kept getting distracted thinking about that blonde English lady. Every time he glimpsed blonde hair he'd look up, hoping to see her, wishing she had missed her flight so he could find her again. He realised the unlikeliness and selfishness if those thoughts, so he tried to refocus his attention.
He didn't understand what it was about her that intrigued him so much. He had dated his fair share of women, even dated an underwear model, arguably the most gorgeous person he had ever seen. He didn't consider himself a womanizer, he had never relentlessly perused or been obsessed by a woman, but with the blonde lady he felt confused. He knew he had to meet her again.
Once he saw the announcement for his flight, Jack gathered all his stuff and headed to the gate. He was flying first class - a courtesy by his company, hoping to help him rest and be comfortable for his presentation the next day.
Soon he was allowed onto the plane. Once through the gate and walking towards the plane, his heart stopped.
There she was.
She was dressed in the red uniform of a Virgin air hostesses. Her beautiful hair was tucked into a neat bun at the back of her head. And the widest smile lit her face as their eyes met.
As he reached her, words failed him. She welcomed him onto the plane, and when he didn't react, she gently tugged the ticket out of his hand.
"Seat 3A, First Class, right over here, Mr Wilson." She said with a smile. She led him to his seat, and as he stowed away his bag she whispered "sorry for running into you earlier, I was late for work!"
"Not a problem, no lasting damage done" he said with a smile.
She laughed and walked back to the front to welcome more passengers on-board. Jack sat down, took out his laptop but didn't turn it on. He looked at the air hostess and smiled - he couldn't believe his luck.
Slowly the plane started filling with passengers, and another air hostess served Jack his first glass of champagne. He gave it a tiny sip, and quickly drained half a glass, it was excellent! By the time the plane was getting ready for take-off, he was finishing his second glass, and kept staring at the blonde beauty. He was pleased to notice that she kept glancing towards him too.
After the plane took off, Jack saw her approach him, smiling gently.
"Hey, just wanted to introduce myself. My name is Selina Jenkins, it's nice to meet you Mr Wilson." She held out her hand.
"Nice to meet you Selina, please call me Jack" he said, shaking her hand.
"So, what brings you to London? I'm guessing it's business, right?"
"Yeah you're right,' replied Jack 'I have a meeting tomorrow afternoon."
"Oh nice, what do you do for a living?"
"I'm an investor banker, working for a firm in New York. If I win the contract I'll also work in London, so you'll hopefully see me more often" he winked at her.
Selina seemed to blush little bit, and laughed. "I mainly work this route, so I should hopefully see you more often."
They talked for ages, getting to know each other. Selina had her duties to do, but she seemed to get them done as fast as possible to return to speak with Jack. She would sit on the empty seat next to him, and talk about her job and life. Jack learned that she had been an air hostess for the past 2 years and loved her job, but it was also the reason she had broken up with her former boyfriend. He didn't like her being away so often, and couldn't help but be jealous of her freedom. He seemed to also suspect her of cheating, which Selina made clear to Jack that it never had happened.
The more they talked, the more Jack liked Selina. She was witty, clever, ambitious, and oh-so-gorgeous. Jack had never liked someone so much in such a short period of time, and he was hoping they'd get to know each other more and more.
The conversation shifted to London. When Selina asked where Jack was staying, he replied that he'd be staying at a hotel near the airport called The Chelsea.
"I'm staying there too! Going to go to see my family tomorrow afternoon" Selina said.
Jack was delighted, this would maximise his time with her, he hoped to get to know her better.
As Selina went off to carry out some duties, Jack couldn't help himself but stare at her ass. The champagne had gone to his head, and he quickly became aroused by seeing her move. She had an athletic body, lean and muscular, and it was obvious she worked her glutes often and hard.
Thinking about her ass made Jack feel more and more aroused, his dick was straining against his trousers and begging for attention. He looked around, there were only 2 other people in first class, the other 2 being an older couple who looked asleep. Recklessly, he took his blanket, covered himself and gently started fondling himself over his clothes. He was picturing Selina's ass, naked and wet and getting closer to him. The thought made him twitch.
In that moment, Selina passed him on her way to the front, and as she walked her ass wiggled. Jack couldn't help himself, he got up and followed Selina, heading to the toilet to masturbate.
As he reached her, she was slightly in the way to the toilet. Gently he put a hand on her waist and walked past her, and accidentally rubbed his dick against her ass. He felt her stiffen, but not pull away - in fact, she leaned into it slightly. She turned to face him, looked around to make sure no one was watching, and gently cupped his dick into her hand and gave it a squeeze. As he gasped she gave him a wicked smile and turned to walk away.
Desperately, Jack locked himself in the toilet and took out his dick. In 5 quick strokes he was cumming all over his hand, and splattering the wall too. He quickly washed himself and the wall, tucked his dick back into his pants and returned to his seat.
As he left the toilet he found Selina staring at him from the other side of first class. As Jack smiled, she came over to his seat and poured him another glass of champagne. She got close to him, closer than would be necessary, and rested her hand on his thigh. Gently she moved her hand upward until reaching his dick, and when she felt it soft she smirked. As she straightened up, her breast stroked his arm, and quick as that she was gone.
Jack started feeling aroused again, but this time he didn't touch himself. Instead, he fantasised about what he would do to Selina. Her tits were amazing, he guessed about a D cup, and they looked real. He wanted to caress them, squeeze them and suck on them till they were raw.
Her ass was amazing as well, and between fantasizing about spanking it, he wanted to get to know her pussy. He was hoping he'd be able to see it before the flight was over, after all they had about 3 hours to go, and the cabin at the front was nearly emptied.