This story depicts couple's sex, if this is not to your liking, please visit some of my other submissions, otherwise, I hope you enjoy it.
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Beverley had blagged a spot on First Class which meant fewer passengers to look after although she would admit they tended to be the more demanding than Cattle class. As it was approaching the tail end of the week, it also meant even fewer passengers as many had flown out at the beginning of the week. The long-legged brunette had been a stewardess for eight years, the last four with this particular carrier, and she loved her job. You got to interact with so many people, yes it could be quite testing at times as there was something about being in an enclosed space that made people do strange things. Thankfully her years of experience warranted a certain amount of seniority which meant she often got first dibs on serving in First or Business class.
Beverley was tall, willowy and her long dark hair cascaded down her back. It took an age to wash and especially dry her locks but when she shook her head it seemed to shimmer and dance around like gentle waves on a sea. She always wanted more curves, especially herboobs but herbutt regularly held men's attention as she swayed past them and she would admit that her long legs were particularly well formed with tight calves and slender ankles from years of wearing high heels. It would often make her chuckle at the transformation from glamourous yet professional stewardess in her crisp uniform against the baggy clothes and training shoes she favoured during her downtime.
The pay of a stewardess wasn't bad but it wasn't quite enough for the luxuries that she allowed herself. The difference was made up from her social media posts. She used InstantGram to get her audience interested but once on the hook, it was her more graphic content on her FansOnly profile that brought the big money in. She had been terrified of discovery when she first began which was why her posts were relatively safe but as time went on and her posting never raised its head, she had relaxed and enhanced the content of her posts and, it had to be said, her revenue potentially. Today however that particular bubble would be burst in spectacular style.
The plane doors had been locked for taxing and the safety briefing dispensed with meaning once in the air and the seat belts sign had been turned off the front of house crew could focus on getting the passengers fed and watered. All seemed to be run of the mill as they did their first collection of rubbish when a tall distinguished looking gentleman reached for Beverley's hand and said in a low voice so it didn't carry to the other passengers nearby, "It's an unexpected surprise to meet you in the flesh." Beverley's expression that she didn't comprehend the statement so he went on "You are 'MileHighGoddess' from FansOnly aren't you?"
Beverley gasped in shock. That was indeed her Profile name but she was still slow at comprehending what it meant and so the gentleman, dressed in a crisp blue striped Oxford shirt and dark blue tie, continued "I'm a subscriber of yours, quite a long term one I suspect, but a big fan none the less. Your last free post in your navy blue lingerie was awesome, so much so that I paid for an additional ten private shots. If you looked amazing in your lingerie, the naked shots were out of this world. I'm 'DragonMonster' by the way."
The colour had drained from Beverley's face; her latest shoot had been in Navy blue lingerie and she certainly had a subscriber with the distinctive Avatar and username of 'DragonMonster'. Her continued silence emboldened her subscriber who, after pressing his phone screen a series of times, presented the screen to her showing one of the pictures he had obviously paid the special subscription to see; it certainly wasn't one she posted as a general taster 'but how did he get the picture? FansOnly presented a blank screen when a subscriber tried to copy the screen.' "How...?" was as much as she was able to say.
He smiled at her discomfort and replied "How did I get a screengrab without FansOnly presenting a blank screen? Well, if you work with technology, it doesn't take too much effort. I have several private pictures saved" he suggested as he scrolled further showing her the screen each time. Her expression demonstrated her shock but she just couldn't pull her attention away from the screen. With a sly smile, he asked, "Do any of your colleagues have a clue you make money stripping and showing off your amazing naked body?"
She pulled her gaze away from the screen as she looked into his eyes with a pleading expression "Please, don't..." Beverley just had time to say.
Once again, he cut across her saying "Don't worry I don't see any advantage in saying anything... just yet anyway. Why don't you carry on with your clearing up and when you get a quiet moment, come back and we can talk further. It will at least give me thinking time."
Beverley did turn away but her legs felt very shaky as she continued down the wide aisle putting on a fake smile for the other few passengers. Some twenty minutes later she noticed the same passenger press the attention light and Beverley decided to handle this one herself, she didn't want to have this conversation but putting it off would only make it worse. As she approached him, she smiled and started to ask, "Can I help you with anything?"
His expression was light if ambiguous "Yes, I think you can. Since our last little chat, I was wondering what my silence would be worth to you?"
Beverley stumbled "I... I... I..."
He held up his hand to stop her saying anymore, keeping his voice low as he did previously, he stated "It was a rhetorical question. I've had the immense joy of being able to scrutinise that lovely body of yours in high resolution, in fact reviewing the images I've saved on my phone definitely had the pulse running." This was the point where she gasped as she saw his discrete grip on a bulge in the front of his trousers; Beverley's heart sank. She had an idea of what he had on his mind. "As this is a long flight with not many passengers up here at the front, I'd like it if we could play some fun games."
As she remained rooted to the spot the man continued after a quick look around the near-empty cabin "I'd like to see if you are wearing stockings. Discretely lift the hem of your skirt so I can see where the top of them start." He saw her cast the same gaze over the cabin so he decided to reassure her "Look I wouldn't ask something that might get you in any trouble, it is pretty deserted up here after all." The lithe brunette felt trapped but did at least take some reassurance from his last sentence. She used her index finger and thumb of each hand to pinch the fabric of her skirt and slowly tug the material upwards. As soon as he saw the silk material darken at the start of her stockingtops he held up his hand saying "That's enough, you've fulfilled the brief. Did that seem as exciting for you as it was for me?"
'Damn it and damn him' she thought to herself as the slight show was making her pussybuzz as a consequence. She always ended up getting herself off after a shoot, she put it down to her having something of an exhibitionist side. Her only response was a series of slight nods as she held his gaze with hers.
He smiled in reaction as he continued "Good, I know I will enjoy it but I sincerely want the same for you." This admission surprised Beverley and so she listened intently to the next instruction. "I want you to go to one of the toilets with your phone, I know the First class cubicles are thankfully larger than back there. I want you to remove your panties, lift your skirt and take a photo of your naked pussy for me." Beverley gasped in shock once again which prompted the man the smile wolfishly. "Remember I don't want you getting in trouble but if you refuse me, I can't guarantee one or more of your images might land in your colleague's inbox through an unfortunate Airdrop. Now off you go."
If truth be told, once Beverley had got over the initial shock of his request, she found her pulse racing as she considered her daring to mitigate the risk of discovery. She had a few tasks to complete but within twenty minutes she was back walking down the aisle and presented her opened phone screen for his scrutiny. His smile was all the response she needed but he still said "Good girl, it's very beautiful by the way, so very neatly trimmed. You've done very good, just let me Airdrop that to my phone" and then proceeded to press her screen until he was satisfied and he handed her phone back. He noticed her other hand balled up and asked, "Are these your panties?" a discreet look around showed no one was watching so she opened her hand towards him. He snatched the flimsy lace garment and shoved it in his shirt pocket "I think I'll keep those as a souvenir. Now this next picture I want is your pussy again but I want you spread open showing me what your FansOnly posts rarely show."