A simple little fantasy about a horny couple who meet and fuck. I'm not sure this happens in the real world (or at least it never seems to happen to me) but it's fantasy, so enjoy.
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It takes three and a half hours to fly from Phoenix to Chicago—normally three and a half really boring hours. My plane was about an hour late out of Phoenix, which was going to put me into Chicago later than I wanted to arrive. I called the lady I had planned to meet for dinner, and we agreed to a rain check for the next evening.
This was, as predicted, a routinely boring flight. However, there was one thing that helped. The flight attendant working the first class cabin (where I was sitting thanks to the airline's frequent flier program) was very attractive. She had to be at least five-nine or maybe five-ten, even after she took off the killer stiletto heels she was wearing when I first got on the plane. Great legs and a nice round ass, with long, dark brown hair tied up in a bun. I couldn't really tell about her tits in the conservative outfit the airline had her in, but I let my imagination give her a great pair. She had big, round, brown eyes and bright red lipstick.
Best of all, she was friendly. So instead of sleeping or reading the really dull work material in my briefcase, I flirted with her all the way to Chicago. By the time we got there, I knew that her name was Susan, she was 32 years old, had majored in English and Dance at Arizona State, had married and divorced the wrong guy, liked 12 year old highland single malt Scotch, and had a 48-hour layover coming up in Chicago.
I thought seriously about asking her for a date for the next evening, but there was this minor problem that I had just committed to a date with another lady for that time slot.
As I got off the plane she gave me a big smile and said, "Hope I see you on another flight."
"Me too," I responded.
I stopped for a minute in the concourse washroom and spent a few more minutes quickly responding to a couple of emails. As I came back out on the concourse, I realized that I was walking right behind the crew. Susan had on those killer spike heels again, and they made her long, lean legs look great, and that round ass of hers had the sexiest roll to it as she walked up the concourse.
I deliberately slowed my pace and followed them all the way to the exit from the terminal where they headed to the crew shuttle and I turned to get a cab to take me down to the Loop. I thought maybe she looked back just before we diverged, but I wasn't sure.
I got downtown without incident and was standing at the check-in counter of my hotel, when I heard this very sexy voice behind me, "Hello stranger."
I turned and to my surprise found Susan in line behind me. She explained that because she had a couple of days off she had elected to come on downtown for the night instead of staying at one of the hotels out by O'Hare.
It was 10:00 pm, but I thought, what the hell, no harm in asking. "Can I buy you a drink? Perhaps some of that 12-year-old highland Scotch you said you liked."
"Absolutely!" she responded with a big smile. "But before I can join you in the bar, I have to get out of my working clothes. It's the company's rule and my rule, too. I really don't like these outfits we have to wear."
I was thinking she looked pretty damn good in her flight attendant togs, but then again, she probably would have looked good in a potato sack.
"Okay, how about we meet in fifteen minutes in the bar."
"Great!"
"I'll have your Scotch waiting."
"Straight up," she said with a smile that lit up the whole lobby.
We rode the elevator together until I had to get off a couple of floors ahead of her.
"See you in a few minutes, Ray," she said. As I passed her getting off the elevator, she reached out and ran her hand up the back of my upper thigh, and then let it slide up and over my ass.
I looked back to see the sexiest, most mischievous smile I had ever seen.
Trying to be somewhat cool, I said, "McCallum 12, right?"
"Right," she responded, as the elevator doors closed.
It was a good thing there was no one else around because that little stunt of hers had given me an instant hard-on that made my suit trousers look like a pup tent.
I went to my room, quickly unpacked, changed out of my suit, and got down to the bar well within our fifteen minute schedule. The bar was crowded, but as I walked in a couple got up and left a booth in a back corner of the bar, so I grabbed it. The barmaid showed up promptly, and I ordered two Scotches, mine with ice and hers straight up.
It took her a while to show up, and I was beginning to worry about being stood up. Then I (and every other man in the bar) saw her walk in. What a change. She was still wearing the same stiletto heels, but the dark nylons had been replaced by the greatest pair of bare tanned legs I had ever seen, and I was seeing a lot more of them than I had before because her little black skirt stopped several inches above her knees and there was a slit up one side that I was sure went up to the bottom of her ass. She had let her thick, dark brown hair out of the tight bun it had been in on the plane, and it now hung down well below her shoulders. She had on a short-sleeved silky white blouse that was sheer enough to let me see a lot of the detail of the lacy white bra she wore beneath it. Furthermore, it was one of those rare occasions when my imagination about her boobs had fallen woefully short. They weren't huge. But they weren't small either, and they stood up and pointed straight out. Magnificent!
"Oh good! You got my drink," she said with a beaming smile as she slid into the booth next to me, snuggling that delicious ass of hers right up next to my hip.
She took a sip of the neat Scotch and said, "Umm, you got the right stuff."
"Of course," I responded. "What did you expect?"
"You looked a little rattled when you got off the elevator. Do you know how cute you are when you blush? . . . There, you did it again."
I couldn't quite respond, so I took a long pull at my drink while I tried to think of a clever retort.
I decided the best strategy was to change the subject, so I said, "I thought you looked pretty attractive on the plane, but you're looking even better with your non-working clothes on." Then, just to push it a bit, I said, "You have the sexiest pair of legs I have ever seen."
"Hmmm. I think I have heard that line before, not that I am objecting."
As she responded, she pushed her leg against mine and flagged down the barmaid to get us another round of drinks—she had pretty much inhaled her first drink. The warmth of her leg against my thigh began to resurrect my erection.
"So what do you like about my legs?"
"What's not to like? They are long, shapely, muscled—but not too much, smooth, and you have a great tan. They put really impure thoughts in my head."
"Hmm. Impure, huh? Just what kind of thoughts would those be?" she purred.
"Not the kind I can share in a public place," I demurred as the waitress delivered the second round of drinks.
She put her hand on my thigh as the waitress departed and said, "Go ahead, no one can hear us in this bar."
"I don't have to be invited twice to talk dirty," I responded. "I was thinking about how great those long legs would feel wrapped around my back while I pumped my cock into your pussy."
"Oh my!" she said feigning shock. "That's dirty all right. Have you been thinking those kind of nasty thoughts about me all evening, or just since I walked into the bar with this short skirt on?"
"No, pretty much since takeoff in Phoenix, but the short skirt made them dirtier."
"You are a bad boy. A very bad boy."
"Oh," I said, stretching it out with a tone of disappointment.
She laughed. "Don't let that stop you. I'll tell you a secret." She leaned forward and whispered in my ear. "I like bad boys with dirty thoughts." Before she leaned away, her long tongue snaked out and licked my ear.
"But let's back up a little. Why don't you tell me about what you would do before we get to the fucking part?" Her hand continued to stroke my thigh.
"Well, first I would want you to undress for me."
"Really, right here in this bar?"
I laughed, "No. I think that might cause a riot. There are a lot of horny traveling salesman in here."
Susan laughed and took a sip of her drink. When she set the glass down, she reached down and unbuttoned two buttons on her blouse and leaned toward me giving me a good view of her stunning cleavage.
"So how would you get me to undress?"
"I think I just did," I said, nodding towards her blouse.
"Oh, I think you would want more than that. So really, how would you talk me out of the rest of my clothes?" She leaned back and chewed on a finger in a way that looked like she was sucking on a small cock.
"I would lean forward and whisper nasty things in your ear." I leaned forward and pushed her hair aside so I could whisper in her ear. "If you take your clothes off and lay down on the bed, I'll eat your pussy until you scream."
"Really?" she said as I leaned back. "You would do that for little old me. I'm shocked."
"But you would have to take your clothes off," I said. "I just can't do it right until you're naked."
"Hmmm," Susan responded. "That sounds like a good start. But are you sure we couldn't do that with our clothes on? Have you ever tried?"
"No. Have you?"
"Well. There was this one time. I was on a positioning flight. You know how sometimes the system gets screwed up due to weather or something and we have to move planes and crews around in the middle of the night without any passengers?"
"Yeah," I said encouraging her to go ahead with her story.
"Well, so there were just three of us on this flight—me and a really stuffy old captain and this dreamy looking first officer. God, he was a hunk. Somewhere over the Midwest he came out and asked for coffee. I poured it for him, but he didn't go away. He just stood leaning against the counter in the galley as we talked. If a man could grope a woman with his eyes, he was doing it. I should have been offended, but it was just turning me on."
"I'm glad to hear you aren't offended when a man ogles you," I said as I stared at the cleavage reveled by her partially unbuttoned blouse.
"Knock yourself out," she responded as she continued to caress my thigh. Returning to her story she said, "So after a little simple flirting, he started to talk dirty. I let him go on because . . . well because it was a long boring flight and he was really sexy.
"After a while he said pretty much the same thing as you did a few minutes ago. He wanted me to get naked with him. I told him I was afraid the captain would come out and catch us. We went back and forth for awhile and eventually he bet me he could make me cum with all my clothes on."
"What were the stakes?" I asked.
