She jostled the beverage cart down the isle of the aircraft. She moved with a slow deliberate purpose. Her first goal was to do her job and tend to the passengers. Her second served her own. This was the first flight of her new route and she needed someone at her destination.
She had a gift. One that she had honed to perfection since discovering it as a teenager. She knew what boys were after and she was savvy enough at a young age to see how far they'd go to get it. Her ability to read people was uncanny. Now, within a minute of talking to someone she could accurately define someones personality, which went a long way to getting what she wanted.
Being a flight attendant was a perfect line of work for her. A large, diverse group of people from across the country. Either passing through her fingers or falling into her grasp.
After serving the passengers she went back down the aisle to narrow down the six potential candidates. Using her subtle charms she settled in on the accountant in 9C. Over the course of the flight she spun her verbal web around him. Gently guiding the conversation, using innuendos and body language.
He was captivated by her. There was something about her. He way. Her mannerism. He was intrigued but more importantly, thanks to her, he was aroused. Aroused like never before. By the time they landed he asked her to get a bite to eat with him during her layover.
'Gotcha!' she thought as they made their way through the airport.
After a short nervous ride to the restaurant they settled in to a quiet spot the back. She let him fumble awkwardly through pleasant conversation, before guiding the conversation to her objective.
"So tell me. . . Now that you have me here. . . What do you look for in a woman?"
He nervously cleared his throat. "I guess. . .Um. . . A . . . Someone a bit like yourself."
"How so?" she interrupted him.
"Confident, independent. Willing to take a risk."
She knew he was referring to the fact he was trying to get her to go home with him, but now it was her turn. "I only take risks with men who are not afraid to live out their deepest fantasies, realize their darkest desires and accept them as their own. There's nothing I detest more than a man who cowers from his true feelings."
He swallowed hard and took a drink of his whiskey. "All day. Every day. People always asking what to do. Where to invest? Should I do this or that? It gets tiring. You know?"
"It must be frustrating for you. Telling people what to do with their money day in and day out. . . So much power." She paused to gauge his reaction. Once she was sure she knew, she spoke again. "Don't you ever wish you could give it all up? . . To let it go. . . The control."
She put her fork down and sipped her wine. She watched as his shaking hand brought his whiskey to his lips and he finished his drink.
"Yes." he whispered. His voice spoke volumes, like a weight had just been lifted off of his chest. "Yes, I do. It's just. . ."
"But who do you trust." She said seductively as she ran her finger over the rim of her glass. "How do you find someone who'll understand what you truly want. . . What you need." She paused, leaned in and lowered her voice. "What you crave to satisfy that gnawing hunger in your tortured soul." Her eyes were locked on his, studying him.
He swallowed hard at her piercing gaze. It cut right through to his soul. It felt as if she were in his head with him. He simply nodded as she spoke. His heart was pounding. His mind a jumble of thoughts.
She took another sip of wine. He was hers for the taking and it was he who would commit to it. She waited until she could see he was almost writhing in his seat. Searching for the right words to say; so far outside of his comfort zone. Tracing her finger up and down her cleavage she broke the silence. "If you want we could take you on a journey you'll never forget. If not you can take me back to the airport now." She stood up. "I'm going to freshen up. Pay the bill and I guess I'll know your answer by where your car ends up."
She smiled to herself as the car drove off in the opposite direction of the airport. They rode in silence as his nervous energy filled the car. To him the fifteen minute ride seemed like forever, but before he knew it he was at his house.
He went to get out and she held his arm. "Give me the house key and get my bags."
He nervously did as she asked and watched as she walked to his front door, turn the key, open the door and walk inside. Gathering up both of their bags he slowly walked to his front door. He stood frozen for a moment. Afraid to enter his own house, wondering what lay inside. However, his curiosity and his desire overrode his fear and apprehension.
He carried their bags into the house and found her seated in his living room. He stood there awkwardly starring at her. "Leave your bags here and take mine to your bedroom. While you're in there change the linens on your bed and get completely undressed. There is an item on the bed that I'd like you to put on and then come stand right here when you're finished." She pointed to the floor right next to her. Her voice was calm and casual, as if she were explaining to him how to bake a cake.
He turned and walked away. She listened quietly as he did just as she asked. Moments later his bare feet on the wood floors sounded his return. He rounded there corner and walked to where she asked him to. Naked except for the cock harness that separated his balls from each other and his cock .
He found her there sipping a glass of wine. She reached out with her free hand and gently petted each of his balls with her fingertips and nails. His breathing picked up as his cock began to swell. He looked down at her as she continued, her eyes studying his genitals.
"Why didn't you take me back to the airport?"
"Wha. .?" his mind was racing.
"What do you expect tonight?"
"I don't. . ." he choked out as his cock continued to swell and now strain against the straps. "I'm not. . ."
She ran her nails up the underside of his rigid shaft. "Oh, yes." Her head didn't move but her eyes looked up. "But you do. You are. You've waited your whole life for this moment. For me."
"It's just that. . ." He knew she was right. He wanted this more than anything. The release of control. He wanted to give in to his secrets. She was like a dream come true. His eyes were locked on hers.
She turned her attention back to his shaft, which was, along with his balls, turning purplish-red and shiny. "Don't tell me otherwise. It serves no purpose now. Your excuses. Now I need you to be absolutely honest with me."
"OK." He tried to think clearly, but it was all too much for him. He'd never seen his dick so hard, so big. The straps actually didn't hurt, but rather excited him further. Her calm dominant disposition was intoxicating.
Her nails lightly raked over the tip of his dick. "Now when was the last time this cock has had sex?"
"About three weeks ago."
"And when did you masturbate last?"
He blushed with embarrassment. "This morning."
"Tsk, tsk and before that?"
