Flight attendants have fun on an almost empty flight.
My wife and I had visited some friends on the west coast and were traveling home. We had decided to take the red eye, sleep on the plane and get back to our house to have a full day to do whatever we wanted.
We arrived at the airport, turned in the rental car. Checked in and headed to our gate. We were early and there was no one at our gate so we decided to stop at a bar and get a drink and a light snack before our flight.
We were able to see our gate from our bar stools, so we were not worried about missing the flight. One glass of wine turned into three and soon we were quite relaxed. We watched the gate crew walk to the gate and begin their normal set up.
The odd thing was, there were no other passengers gathering around.
My wife checked her phone and saw that there were not any gate changes, and the flight was still on time so we didn't stress too much. It's late so maybe people are running late as well. A few moments later the flight crew walks up consisting of three attendants and two pilots. They do their check-in and head down the ramp to the jet.
Figuring they would call for boarding soon, we settled our tab and headed to the gate area. Walking up the gate clerk asks our name, we provide our tickets and she checks us in.
"You're in luck. This was scheduled to be a dead head flight for an aircraft and crew transfer, so you two are the only passengers. You get the whole plane to yourselves and get to sit anywhere you like." She tells us as she hands our ticket stubs back to us.
"Wow, that's fantastic." I comment. We thank her as we head down the gangway to the plane.
Getting to the plane door, we're greeted by a flight attendant and given pretty much the same spiel.
"You can sit anywhere you like; you are our only two passengers." She tells us.
Blatantly flirting with her I turn towards the cockpit and say. "Even in here?"
Turning towards her coworker she says. "We got a troublemaker here, we may need to restrain him."
"Be my guest." My wife tells her. "It'll keep him out of my hair for a while."
"Let me guess, he's been bugging you to join the 'mile high' club?"
"Every single time we fly." My wife laughs back.
"Well, to tell you the truth. We all plan on napping the whole flight, so this would be the perfect time to do it."
I have huge grin on my face and my wife just looks at me, shakes her head and then tells the attendant. "Thanks, you just created a monster."
"We're here to serve." She giggles.
This airline doesn't have first class seating, so we head down the aisle and stop at the exit row since they have the most leg room. I climb in and take the seat next to the window, leaving the aisle seat for my wife since I'm sure she will have to get up a few times to pee.
We get buckled in, get our preflight briefing quite personally as all three flight attendants stood around us and recited the safety precautions. They took our drink orders and we settled in for takeoff.
Once airborne the attendants went about the duties and brought us each a couple bottles of wine. Handed us a stack of blankets and told us to ring them if we needed anything else.
We drank our wine and talked about how lucky we were to be the only ones on the flight. I brought up what the attendant had said about being the perfect time to join the mile high club. My wife simply laughed at me and said we'll see.
My wife can get almost as daring as me but is mostly quite reserved. I was hoping that between the wine and the lack of other passengers we could make it happen.
Eventually, the attendants came by, collected our bottles and trash and said they were going to turn the lights down. All three of the attendants headed to the back of the plane, I'm sure to take a nap themselves.
As predicted, my wife announced that she had to pee. Unbuckled her seat belt and head towards the lavatory.
"Here's my chance." I think to myself. I place a blanket in my lap, kick my shoes off under the seat in front of me, undo my belt, unfasten my pants and slide them off my legs taking my underwear with them. I fluff the blanket over top of me and nothing seems out of the ordinary except for the large protrusion tenting the blanket. I put my pants and underwear on my wife's seat next to me, so there will be no doubt about my intentions.
She comes out of the bathroom and makes her way back to her seat. Getting ready to sit down she sees my pants and underwear, laughs and says. "You're incorrigible!"
She then takes my pants and lays them over the seat back in front her, putting them on display for anyone to see. I reach up to grab them, but she stops me and says.
"If you want to do this you'll leave them there." As she's saying this she tosses her panties into my face. She had obviously taken them off in the bathroom.
I catch them and hold them against my nose. Her tangy scent causes my cock to throb and swell even larger under the blanket. I also notice how damp they are, I could probably wring them out. This little clue lets me know she's as turned by the idea as I am!
"I'm so nervous." She tells me as she climbs into my lap.
She hikes her skirt up as I pull the blanket away. She grabs my shaft and centers it at her moist hole and slowly descends. We both moan a little too loud. In order to keep us both quiet Desy clamps her mouth over mine in a deep kiss.
She starts a slow rise and fall sliding her slickened pussy up and down my shaft.
I reach under her skirt and find her swollen clit. Flicking it with my thumb, she squeals into my mouth and grinds down on my cock and my hand.
Breaking the kiss, she whispers to me. "I just got mine, so you better hurry and get yours."
"I'm almost there. Just a few more seconds."
Reaching under her skirt, she slides her fingers around my cock and against her cunt. Pulling her hand back out I see it is covered in her cream.
Shoving her fingers in my mouth she says. "Cum in me, let me feel your hot spunk splash in my cunt."
That's all it took. I swelled even larger and erupted into her. She pulled her fingers from my mouth and clamped her mouth back on my mine whimpering. "Mmmmmm." As she tasted herself on my lips and tongue.
I was slowly deflating and about to fall out of her. She grabbed her panties that were on my armrest and pressed them against her leaking hole. Sliding off me she uses her panties to wipe up my escaping cum. Showing them to me I can see she had collected a large amount of white cream on them.
Looking at me with a twinkle in her eye she says. "Open up."
I open my mouth and she pushes the cum covered gusset into my mouth saying. "Clean those for me would you?"
Before sitting back down in her own seat she grabs my boxers and slips them on. When she sees the questioning look on my face she simply tells me. "I'm not having a wet spot on the back of my skirt!"
"Was it everything you thought it would be?" A voice asks us from behind.
Startled, we both turn around and see one of the flight attendants peering over the back of our seats.
I suddenly realize I still have my wife's panties in my mouth and quickly pull them out and put them in my lap.
"Too late." The attendant laughs. "Saw that!"
"How long have you been behind us?" My wife asks.
"I just walked up as you were sitting down." She tells us. "But we all knew what you two were up to."
