Ben grabbed his suitcase, heading for the door. He had an important business trip to attend, a sales conference at a lush tropical resort. Honestly, he was looking forward to the vacation as much as he was to the networking and sales opportunities.
His cab was outside and he arrived at the airport with a few hours to spare. There, he grabbed a coffee and waited for his two coworkers to arrive, who were also going on the trip. They were his friend, Jacob, and the new girl in the office, Bethany.
He smiled as he saw Bethany arrive. She was smoking hot, with long, dark brown hair that fell to her shoulders, and deep blue eyes. Oh, and perfect 32F breasts. She was twenty-six years old and 5'6", and he'd had the hots for her the moment she'd transferred into his department three weeks before, along with every other man in the office.
Whatsmore, they'd been flirting pretty relentlessly in that time, even though they'd never sealed the deal. But Ben had a good feeling about this trip. Bethany had made a few comments that he'd picked up on, and travelling to exotic locations tended to make people more easy-going. He thought there was a good chance he'd get to fuck Bethany whilst they were away.
They talked for a while but then it was time to board their flight. As this was such an important conference, the company had actually paid for the three of them to fly first class, at the front of the plane. Ben was stunned by how luxurious it was, with his own little pod with a chair that turned into a lie-flat bed, and a little desk.
But what stunned him more was when the flight attendants introduced themselves. The lady who would be looking after the first class cabin was a beautiful blonde called Melanie, who was about 5'7" and probably about twenty-eight years old. She looked great in the uniform of a short blue skirt, a white blouse with a blue blazer buttoned up over it, and a red, white and blue scarf. She had neatly-styled blonde hair and lovely blue eyes.
And when it came to her tits, Ben had a special talent. He could tell a woman's bra size just by looking at her. He didn't know why he could, but he was never wrong - perhaps he should have run an underwear shop instead of his current career. But in relation to Melanie, he could tell that her tits were a very generous 36E.
She made the rounds of the cabin introducing herself, and Ben made sure to try a little flirting. She responded with playful mischief, and he was delighted. Not that he was too surprised - he was very good looking. 6'4" and well-toned, with a trim, athletic figure. He was muscular without being too bulky, and he had handsome features, brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. He'd never really struggled with the ladies, and now he was twenty-eight years old things only seemed to be getting easier.
The flight took off and everyone settled down, and Melanie came round with a drink order. He flirted with her some more, and she grinned, telling him if he ever wanted anything then he had permission to come to the galley at the front to ask her personally.
About an hour later his movie finished, so he did just that. He walked up to the galley and found her there reading a book. They flirted for a few more minutes, an obvious mutual attraction dripping lust between them.
"So why did you come up here?" she asked after a few minutes. "It surely wasn't just to talk... maybe you're looking for a snack?"
"I think I am. Something hot and tasty, preferably," he replied.
She grinned, standing up and moving over to him. "I know just the thing."
Then she kissed him, but only for a second. After all, if anyone walked round the corner to use the restroom they would be obvious. So instead she drew shut the curtain that separated the galley from the first-class cabin and beckoned him into the restroom.
He went eagerly, pleased to note that the bathroom was bigger than the economy bathrooms, although still not huge. But he was soon distracted as the beautiful blonde was kissing him once more. She peeled off her blazer and hung it on the door, before dropping to her knees.
She pulled out his cock with an appreciative coo, clearly enjoying its size, and her blue eyes sparkled up at him as she sucked his dick for a few minutes, purring onto his length. He gripped the counter and groaned quietly at both how good it felt and how good she looked.
Her mouth did wonderful things to him, the blowjob immediately energetic, since they both knew they didn't have all the time in the world. Her tongue danced on his underside, and her hazel eyes sparkled up at him naughtily.
But unfortunately they were on a time limit, so before long Melanie was back on her feet. She unzipped her skirt, folding it up and placing it next to the sink, then leant over the counter and slid her panties and pantyhose down her legs, revealing her glistening pink pussy.
Ben moved behind her in a flash, groaning as he pushed inside her. He bottomed out in her hot cunt, resting there for only a moment before starting to thrust. She moaned and whimpered in ecstasy as he fucked her and he was delighted at the knowledge she was as horny for this as he was.
Soon he was pounding the slutty flight attendant with vigour, and only a minute or so later she pushed her hips back against him and sobbed out as she came on his cock. He slowed down, but did not stop, fucking her through the orgasm and then increasing his pace when she was finished.
The minutes were ticking away, so Ben did not dare drag things out, however much he wanted to. They could not risk getting caught, particularly not Melanie, and he had no intention of getting her into trouble.
Another minute passed, his cock plunging into her silken furnace, and then Melanie came again, harder this time. Her blue eyes rolled back and she cried out in bliss, her body jerking in the throes of it.
He was not far behind. With a growl of his own he hilted inside the stunning blonde's shivering pussy, and his cock twitched as he exploded deep inside her, his cream painting her spasming walls white.
They quickly got dressed again afterwards, and Melanie turned around to kiss him. Her hand twirled lazily on his chest.
"That was my first time in the Mile High Club," she grinned. "Thank you."
Then she slipped out from the restroom, and he followed, returning to his seat with no one being any the wiser. That had been a great start to his trip.
But it turned out he and Melanie weren't done.
About an hour later, lunch was served, and when that was cleared away Ben felt horny again. Melanie had continued to shoot him seductive winks every time she passed and he could tell she wanted more, too.
So he went up to the galley, finding her there again, and she smiled.
"Back again?" she said sultrily. "After another snack?"
"Well the cabin is nice and quiet after lunch. I didn't think you'd be missed for another ten minutes..."
She grinned, pulling him back into the bathroom, and before he knew it she was kissing him again. It was a near-identical repeat performance as she dropped to her knees, unzipped his pants and eagerly sucked his cock back into her mouth.
Ben leaned back against the counter, staring down at the slutty flight attendant as she worshipped his pole. He could scarcely believe this was actually happening, but he wasn't going to complain - he only hoped the rest of the business trip could live up to this superlative start!
Melanie sucked his cock for a few minutes, before standing up and taking off her skirt. She met his eyes with a wink, then bent over the counter and pulled down her panties and pantyhose.
Ben stepped forwards, sliding his hands down her back through her blouse, before grasping his saliva-wet dick and pressing his head against her folds. Then he pushed himself into her dripping cunt, enjoying the way her hazel eyes rolled back at the feeling.
Just like before, he fucked her vigorously, slamming his dick into her sensational snatch. The small restroom filled with the sounds of their sex, although the engines thankfully were drowning out the noise, making sure it didn't leak out into the rest of the cabin and reveal their hidden tryst.
He pawed at her 36E tits through her blouse as he fucked her, squeezing them and enjoying their size. He knew they did not have the time -- nor the space -- to undress one another, but that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate her wonderful body.
After only a few minutes of rampant fucking, Melanie was whimpering out, pushing herself back against him. Moments later, she came hard on his dick, spasming through her third orgasm of the flight as she sobbed out in bliss.
Ben did not slow down, knowing they didn't have long. His hips continued to slam against her, and a minute later he spewed inside her pussy, flooding her with his spunk for the second time that flight.
She straightened, grinning and breathless. After a quick kiss, they got dressed again, and he returned to his seat as they slipped from the bathroom. No one seemed any the wiser.
He fired up another film, feeling satisfied and spent as he watched it. By the time it had finished, there was only an hour of the flight left.
Which meant there was time for one more quickie.
He had never fucked on an airplane before, and now he was going to have done it three times in one flight, because barely five minutes later he was back in the bathroom and Melanie was on her knees eagerly worshipping his cock.
He let her suck it for longer this time, enjoying himself too much to ask her to stop. She bobbed her head with lascivious glee, slurping on his length, her fist pumping on the parts her mouth could not easily reach. He stroked his fingers gently down her cheeks, careful not to disturb her elaborate bun, knowing it would probably take her ages to get it looking right again.
Her hazel eyes sparkled up at him, and she was clearly enjoying herself. Her mouth felt amazing suckling on his length, soft moans escaping her lips, and Ben gazed down at her with awe.
But eventually he wanted more. He guided Melanie to her feet and she kissed him eagerly, before turning around and for the third time that day bending over the restroom counter. He eased his cock back inside her wanton pussy, enjoying her soft moan as he started to thrust. But his pace grew quickly, and before long he was pounding her vigorously.
He gripped her tits through her blouse as his cock plunged into her sopping cunt, squeezing the large mounds. She pushed her hips back against him to meet every thrust, whining in pleasure, and he could feel her tunnel narrowing on his dick.
Seconds later her moment arrived, and Melanie slapped the counter with a sob, squeezing her eyes shut as she twitched through her fourth orgasm of the flight. He slowed, but didn't stop completely, eager to keep going. Her molten cunt quivered as the orgasm passed, and he met her eyes in the restroom mirror.
"Don't stop," the busty flight attendant whined, staring at him. "Please don't stop. I want to keep cumming..."
This time, he didn't really care if they took too long, and he growled as he nailed her from behind. Her hazel eyes had already started to lose focus, until only a minute later she was cumming again. Her tunnel clutched at him, her legs shaking, and part of him worried she was going to collapse. But she had told him not to stop, so he wouldn't stop.
He fucked her through it, leaving her twitching and breathless, and immediately she began to crest another. It arrived a short while later, and Melanie muffled her scream with her hand as her third orgasm -- her sixth of the flight -- seared through her. She pushed herself back against him, her eyes wide as her body jerked.
