Lindie pressed the button to the left of her seat, and eased her seat back as the plane continued to climb to its cruising altitude. She could have easily have transformed into her otherworldly self and flown halfway across the country using her leathery, clawed wings. She had made the trip in that manner before, but struggled to maintain her humanity after every transformation. It's not that she didn't like the way she looked or felt when she transformed, but she also just wanted to be Lindie once in awhile.
She didn't mind letting someone else do the flying. She felt as if she could use the sleep. Something about riding in an airliner, at 33,000 feet, calmed her. It was as if she were closer to home.
Lindie preferred to dress as casual as possible whenever she knew she would spend several hours in public. Her beauty in her human form was striking enough. Dressing up only created problems, and even caused a few car accidents from gawkers.
Today, however, her white blouse and denim vest were missing several buttons and did little to conceal her braless breasts. She had taken off her boots shortly after the cabin door was closed, and lifted her right foot up to the headrest of the seat in front of her. Her loose-fitting denim skirt rose just enough to allow anyone to satisfy their curiosity as to whether or not she was wearing panties. As was usually the case whenever she allowed herself to be gazed upon for any length of time, several of the men seated around her in first class couldn't seem to see enough of her. She shifted in her seat, eyes closed, mouth slightly opened, and licked her lips. Pretending to be half-asleep, she raised her left foot, shifted down in her seat, and spread her knees, forming a diamond shape with her legs. She released one of her breasts from her shirt, and tugged at the nipple. With her other hand, she reached down and pulled up her skirt enough to place her perfectly trimmed pussy in plane view. She gently caressed her legs and thighs before returning to her pubic mound.
Several of the men subconsciously groaned as their erections begged for more room in their pants. One of the men began rubbing his crotch through his trousers. Another followed. And another. One of the flight attendants, Mimi according to her nametag, returned from the back of the plane and almost tripped as she stared at Lindie rubbing her clit. Lindie didn't open her eyes. She continued rubbing her her nub with her index and forefinger, occasionally allowing them to slide inside her wet slit before returning to a firm, circular motion on her mound.
Mimi was a plain-made-pretty brunette, young and thin, but just curvy enough to not be mistaken for a young boy. She was far from being as innocent as she looked, but when it came to being sexually adventurous, she was self-admittedly tame.
As if sleepwalking, Mimi turned around and drew the curtain that separated the first and business class cabins. She returned to Lindie, bending at the waist, hands on her knees, and whispered into Lindie's ear, "Can I do anything to make you feel more comfortable?" Lindie pushed Mimi's head down to her pussy.
Across the isle, one of the men rubbing his cock through his pants watched as Mimi lapped eagerly at Lindie's pussy. Mimi didn't look up or stop swirling her tongue on Lindie's clit as she felt the skirt of her uniform pulled up to her waist. The man across the isle had gotten out of his seat and positioned himself behind Mimi. He was careful not to damage her uniform, but showed no concern for her pantyhose, ripping them at the seam over her ass, and peeling them down to her ankles. Like Lindie, Mimi wasn't wearing panties. She moaned as she felt two large fingers enter her pussy. The stranger used his ring and pinky finger to rub Mimi's clit while the other two fingers pumped rhythmically in and out of her cleanly shaved cunt. His thumb rested firmly on her asshole. He removed his thumb long enough to spit on the crack of her ass, then returned it to her now-slick rosebud. Mimi let out a muffled moan as the stranger began to press his thumb harder on her tight hole. The stranger's fingers rubbing her clit eventually triggered an intense orgasm, causing her anus to relax and momentarily open just enough for the stranger to push his thumb inside.
In the other isle, the bisexual flight attendant, Kyle, was beside himself as several of the first class passengers now had their pants down around their ankles and were stroking themselves feverishly. A part of him was relieved to see that most were still wearing their seat belts, as they could not always predict rough air. Another part of him wanted to service his passengers, most of whom were businessmen in their late 50's or early 60's. He thought it odd that there weren't any other women in first class. Only Lindie, and of course, Mimi, who was gainfully bent over, face buried in the female passenger's lap. A man from the center isle was standing behind her, slowly coaxing a rather large cock to full erection with his left hand as she bucked against his right. Kyle salivated but jumped when an elderly hand reached out to grab his wrist.
"Hey pretty boy, let me see your pretty ass," the old man cackled. Kyle pulled away from the old man, but the old man was stronger and quicker than he looked and placed Kyle's hand on his old, exposed dick. Kyle acted disgusted, but was not convincing. He looked over his shoulder as Mimi reached behind her and guided the stranger's large cock into her pussy. She never looked up, and never stopped licking Lindie's pussy. Kyle bent over and placed the old cock in his mouth.
Mimi wanted to cry out, "I'm a good girl. I don't do this kind of thing... much." But she couldn't. She had a boyfriend, or two. Maybe three. She also had her favorite routes, knowing that at least one of the pilots would fuck her silly at the end of the day. Fucking her silly is now exactly what the stranger from across the isle was doing. His cock was big, but comfortable. His thumb, however, never left her asshole. Most guys would tap on her shoulder, or slap her ass when it was time for him to come, and she would instinctively turn the shortest distance possible so that his cock found her mouth, or if he preferred, her face. The stranger did neither. He pulled his thumb from her asshole, causing Mimi a surprising moment of disappointment; seconds before filling her pussy with come. He seemed to continue fucking her several minutes after shooting his load, pausing for a moment, pulling out, and then shoving his refreshed erection back in. Had she looked over her shoulder, she would have seen the line of men forming in the isle, each waiting to have their turn with her wet, loose pussy, and eventually, her relatively tight, inexperienced asshole.
Kyle was no stranger to giving head, and prided himself on his ability to make both men and women come quickly with his oral talents. He was a fair-looking young man, but never thought he was attractive enough to draw a second look from an attractive girl. At just over five feet tall, he was short and had a very young, feminine face. Had he worn a wig, he would easily pass for a girl -- and the idea crossed his mind more than once.
Men, young and old, married or single, straight or gay, regularly gave him their phone numbers or hotel information at least once per flight. He liked the attention, but his escapades that he actually saw to fruition could be counted on one hand. Four of the men kicked him out of their hotel rooms immediately after they came in his mouth. Of the four, two were violent, demanding that Kyle swallow. He had almost given up trying to meet someone while working when only a few weeks ago, a fifth man propositioned him.
The fifth man, an older gentleman, was not violent or demanding at all. The older gentleman washed Kyle in the shower, had Kyle lay on the bed, and proceeded to tongue his asshole while stroking Kyle's cock through several orgasms. Kyle was instantly infatuated with the older gentleman, and went so far as to offer his virgin asshole to him. But the older gentleman refused, and politely asked Kyle to leave. Kyle never saw him again, and would spend several hours on several flights, wishing the older gentleman would choose his airline again.
Kyle gagged as someone pushed his head down onto the old man's cock. He could feel the cock spasm in his throat, and felt the warm semen enter his stomach. Kyle felt the hand ease off his head and allowed the old man's cock to plop out of his mouth. A larger man grabbed Kyle by his necktie and pulled him into the isle.
"Take off your clothes, pretty boy," the larger man said. "I bet from behind, you look almost as good as that whore pulling the train over there." He looked at Mimi in the other isle.
The six or seven men that had lined up behind Mimi paused for a moment. Lindie got out of her seat and licked the come from Mimi's body. Lindie licked Mimi's arms, legs, face, and neck. When she licked the come from Mimi's pussy, the men applauded. When she sucked the come from Mimi's asshole, they fell silent. Lindie smiled, stood up, and slowly removed her clothing. Come from Mimi's asshole was still on Lindie's lips and nose. A long tongue slid out of Lindie's mouth and caught the semen in one sweep, prompting Lindie to make a "mmmm" sound as she swallowed.
