It must have been readily apparent to the pretty flight attendant what our intentions were. After all, we boarded the Southwest flight with our "A group " boarding passes, meaning we had first dibs to any seat we chose, and then headed instead to the very rear row on the plane.
Liz was her name, our helpful customer service companion, a tall brunette with deep, piercing chocolate-brown eyes. I watched her as she watched you go down the aisle in your tight, swaying dress, and her eyes followed your desirable little butt as you passed her. It turned me on immeasurably when so many of the men had checked you out in the terminal, since you did look especially alluring in a sophisticatedly slutty kind of way this morning.
However, it took my own excitement to an other-worldly level of arousal when I saw Liz's rather unabashed admiration for your outfit today, the form-fitting silk dress hugging your slender frame, high on the thigh and low in the front, with the obligatory CFM pumps, augmented by your just-fucked wild and curly look of your golden mane, made up just for me, by special request. You are such a stunning woman, Suzanne, and I'm proud that we have chosen each other as lovers, I don't think you realize that enough, so I'll be sure to remind you more frequently.
This morning, as we boarded at the front of the line, you were looking like a supremely confident, sexual and aroused woman, almost like a debutante waiting for a cock to suck, a human stallion to ride and pump and urge to the finish line.
Liz, no doubt, knew instinctively what our intentions were as we made our way down the aisle, playful smiles on our faces. Liz barely gave me a second glance as I shuffled past. She knew I was just the prop, your designated 'finger-fuckee' for the short flight.
I'm using your own words now, memorialized below, written to me in an e-mail detailing your anticipation to our little two-day romantic getaway to the Blue Grass region of Kentucky, under the auspices of attending the Spring thoroughbred meet at Keeneland. In reality, though, we just wanted to fuck and lick and suck and explore away from our natural habitat, temporarily freed from the burdens of parenthood and the social mores of friends and neighbors. Oh, and we were determined to do all of this and more, mainly in public, to explore our mutual fantasies to expose and excite, to see what we could get way with without being thrown into Fayette County jail.
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Good morning, cutie! You were up early! Couldn't you sleep in? Were you tossing and turning with desire to be alone with me and do all those oral tricks you so eloquently express? Mmmmmm.... I'll be your eager playmate, lover, perfectly feminine and respectable woman (in public - most of the time!) and little slut when alone behind closed doors the rest of the time...I look forward to seeing you soon.
xoxoxo ( all over you, too, baby!)
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We settled comfortably into our seats in the very last row, and fortunately, the flight was only about two-thirds full, so we were the only occupants in the last several rows of the plane. Only Liz would sit in her seat in the rear cabin, as it was customary positioning for flight attendants.
Just prior to take-off, Liz leaned over our seats from the aisle, and for the first time I saw Liz's own long legs beneath her tight uniform. Nice.
Her gaze settled on your exposed, milky thighs, your dress rising to beyond mid-thigh now. "You two look very cozy, is there anything we could get you to make sure you have maximum comfort?" Her tone was helpful, though provocative, her subtle double-entendre did not go unnoticed nor unappreciated. I took an extra peek at her name badge which was displayed on a promisingly taut chest.
