I've never been into big girls, but this one was different. Usually I go for more athletic women, being something of an athlete myself.
She's a flight attendant for a major airline, but I can't say which one because I don't want to get her in trouble, or myself sued. The names and places have been changed to protect the guilty.
She welcomed me onto the plane with a warm smile. She had flaxen blonde hair loose about her shoulders, and flashing blue eyes that totally lit up her face. It was her eyes that attracted me at first, and her classically beautiful face. Leonardo da Vinci could have sculpted her, she was so beautiful.
My flight went from Miami to Atlanta to Denver to San Jose, California, so I would see a lot of her that day. I found that I wanted to see all of her that I could.
I sat in the rear of the plane. I know the best seats are supposed to be up front, but I like to sit toward the back, because if Something Bad happens the passengers there are the most likely to survive.
Laura was her name. She had a big, round, perfectly inverted-heart shaped ass, large breasts, and a perfect hourglass figure to carry them. As one old female friend of mine said about such a figure, she had hips that could give birth to a nation and breasts that could feed them. She was underpinned by shapely, proportionate legs, and surprisingly small feet.
My gaze was drawn to her ass every time she walked forward, and to her face every time she walked back, and I couldn't help but make eye contact with those magnificent blue eyes. Lovely, sparkling eyes that inspire men to write poetry and songs. Every time we made eye contact I smiled at her and she smiled back.
The thought kept running through my mind that I should say something to her. Anything. I should start a conversation. But how? She was a professional doing her job, doing it well, and one of only 4 flight attendants riding herd over 180 passengers.
First stop, Atlanta. As I remained seated instead of jumping up to get off the plane she approached me and she started a conversation.
"Hey there. Where are you going?"
"All the way to San José."
"Me too. We're going to see a lot of each other today."
"I can't think of anyone I'd rather see a lot of," I said.
I couldn't help but watch her swish that big, perfect ass up and down the aisle as she worked. I was drawn to her face, her eyes, her hair. She noticed me noticing her. She seemed to like my attention. She began almost to perform for me. She would swish up the aisle with an exaggerated wiggle as she passed me, and a discreet wink as she returned.
Professional exchanges turned to small talk, and small talk became subtle flirting. We had a mutual attraction that was impossible to deny.
I customarily sit in the window seat, but this time I chose to sit in the aisle seat so I could have more contact with her. I had the second to last row to myself, and she discreetly motioned for me to move over, and she started sitting next to me on her breaks.
She sat turned toward me as best she could in the tightly cramped airline seat, and crossed her legs, letting her skirt ride up a bit, and showing me a delightful bit of panty-hose clad thigh.
As we approached San José we found out that we were going to the same hotel, down town by the convention center. Not only was it one of the convention hotels, but the airline also put up their off duty crews there.
"So, maybe you can have dinner with me tonight?" I asked.
"That's an excellent idea." she replied. "We get meal discounts at the hotel, so I'll buy."
She got a mischievous look on her face.
"Is it true what they say about visiting conventioneers?" she asked.
"Depends." I replied. "What do they say?"
"That they're always horny?"
"Of course it's true. Why do you think they say it?"
She giggled.
"Is it true what they say about flight attendants?" I asked.
"What's that?" she responded.
"That they're insatiable?"
"Of course." she said with a smirk, as she discreetly traced a finger up my thigh. "Why do you think they say it?"
I got hard so fast I thought my dick would poke a hole right through my pants. This would be a very interesting night.
We exchanged phone numbers. The airline has a policy against flight attendants dating customers, so we had to be discreet. We agreed to meet in the hotel restaurant after getting settled in.
She had a ride to the hotel courtesy of the airline, and I had baggage to claim, so we had to go separately. Parting, as the old adage goes, is such sweet sorrow. All the sweeter knowing I would see her later that night. The intense anticipation made my juices flow. If I couldn't take my mind off of her then I would certainly have a mess of man juice on the front of my underwear.
Got the bag, got the shuttle, got to the hotel, and fifteen minutes after checking into my room I was showered, shaved, and dressed for a casual dinner. Just as I finished zipping my pants and buckling my belt my phone pinged. A text message from Laura directed me to a booth in the back corner of the hotel restaurant.
I walked through the lobby bar, where a jazz combo played lively tunes for some early drinkers, among whom were the other flight attendants from my flight in. One of them, a tall, thin blonde seemed to have found a hook-up of her own, holding hands with and whispering into the ear of a small, dark woman with silky black hair. I smiled as I continued through to the restaurant.
As I customarily arrive early to conventions and trade shows, I did not see any of the other conventioneers who I knew. This was good, because it added to the discretion of the evening.
The restaurant was cozily dark, and I found Laura in the rearmost booth. I sat with my back to the back wall, where I could see the dining room, but nobody could see Laura unless they walked all the way to the back. The subterfuge felt delightfully clandestine, which added to the fun of the evening.
Laura's face lit up with a smile, and her blue eyes sparkled. Unlike her uniform, which hid much of her endowment, the floral broom skirt and light red silk top she wore now accentuated it. She went braless, and the light silk top left little to the imagination. When she saw me her nipples sprang to attention, showing through the fabric of the blouse, and her large, perky breasts swayed gently as she moved to invite me in. The sight of her went directly to my penis. This thick girl wore her thickness very well, and I couldn't wait to get her out of those clothes.
We ate a light dinner, getting hornier all the time, because eating is a sensual experience that goes well with sex. This dinner made all the more sensual by feeding each other occasional morsels. As much as I wanted to tear into a steak dinner, it isn't good to try to have sex while in a food coma.
As we ate, I felt her foot brush against my leg, and start to work its way up toward my crotch. I scuffed off my shoes, and started to return the favor, running my foot up her skirt, and up the inside of her calf. She parted her legs invitingly, and I continued my way up the inside of her thigh. When my knee bumped against the table, stopping my progress, she adjusted her position so I could continue.
As I inched my toe toward her pussy I found, to my delight, that she was not wearing panties. She opened her legs further, and shifted her pelvis forward, giving me access. I gently worked my big toe into her soft, moist flesh, and as I touched her labia she gasped slightly, and her moistness got very wet. She moaned softly and shuddered.
While I was toe fucking her, at the same time she worked her big toe against my dick through my pants. I was stiff as a tree, the seminal fluid was flowing, and I could already feel a wet spot forming on the front of my underwear.
I held myself together long enough to call the waitress for the check. From the smirk on her face she knew exactly what was going on under the table.
"Scott," she gasped. "We need to stop. I'm a gusher, and if I cum here I'll make a mess all over the booth and all over my skirt."
She's a gusher. Oh my.
"That's alright," I replied. "If you're going to make a mess then I want it all over me."
She beamed. We changed positions, put our feet back on the floor, and she pulled me across the table and kissed me firmly on the mouth.