Footjob Stewardess

I travel a lot for my work, because that's the only thing that can bring you adventure when everything on earth has already been discovered. I promised my boss that I wouldn't disclose the name of the company in my writings, or on my videos, or I would. The life I live is one of excitement. As a man with a box for a head I have two choices, really, and they're to hide my oddity or to just let my glorious box for a head shine. That's what I've chosen to do. I'm not writing these adventures down in any chronological order, because it's more fun to just tell these stories as I remember them. Like the other day at the bar, I told the story of a stag party I threw decades ago. Why then? Because it seemed like a good story to tell at the time. Like right now I'm sitting on a plane flying to California so I can deliver some product to a whole in the wall town. There's not a lot of money in this relationship, between my client and my company, but Mrs. Dadbod isn't wrong when she purrs,

"Every little bit counts."

It was fifteen years ago when I started to travel for this company and after quite a few trips I started to amass rewards points, or frequent flier points, whatever they were called at the time. I didn't think much of it, I filled out the application to just kill time, but as I built the points up and became eligible to rewards I got adverts in the mail. I learned that the airline I flew with the most had preferred hotels that accepted their points with an exceptional exchange rate. So on a flight to Boston, MA, I spent some time perving on a stewardess named Stacy. I noticed her right off the bat when I entered the plane. She filled out her uniform quite well, had on dark seamed stockings, and liked to slip foot in and out of her heel as she waited for passengers to make their beverage choices.

"Well, uh, just give me a second."

I never understood why people didn't make up their damned minds before the cart gets to them. All I knew was that as she waited her foot would come out of her heel and expose her reinforced hose covered foot. It hypnotized me to the point that my mouth was watering and my dick was hard as I thought about how her foot might smell. I must admit she caught me off guard.

"Your drink sir, what would you like?"

It took me slightly over a moment to tell her I wanted a scotch on the rocks, a double at that, but not nearly as long as every other dolt took. It wasn't enough time for her to slip her heel off, I'll tell you that.

"Here you go sir."

I took the drink and thanked her. Her shoe play was only in my respectable field of vision for a few more minutes and then I let it go. As much of a foot pervert that I am, I wasn't going to get caught turning my head to stare. Soon enough my erection subsided and I picked up a magazine to read. I don't know what it is about the catalogs in airplanes, but it when you look in them you want shit you'd never think of buying while on solid ground. Thankfully you weren't allowed to use your cell to call the 1-800 number in the air, and there were no free calls on the flight phones. That's right, they charged you to charge you for ordering something from their own catalog!

"As you may have noticed the captain has turned on the seat belt sign, as we've entered some turbulence, please remain seated."

It wasn't her that made the announcement, but I caught her legs as she walked by to take her seat. As my luck would have it her seat was in my view, at least enough to see her play with her heel as she was strapped in. So my erection returned and my mouth was again watering. I got a good fifteen minutes of heel dangling shoe play before the light went off and people were able to move around the airplane once again.

"I'll take your glass, if you're done, we're about to land."

It was her, she took my "glass" and we exchanged a smile. For her part she was being polite, but for my part the smile was a "thank you for the show" kinda smile. The plane landed 30 minutes later and I departed, exchanging a final smile with the stockinged stewardess, and I went on my way to see my client. That meeting was an uneventful as 98% of such meeting are.

"It's always a pleasure doing business with you."

That's how all meetings end, even the 2% that are eventful. So I was off to my airline approved hotel to relax with a small meal, a drink, and hopefully a soak in the hot tub. I know what you're thinking,

This dude said he lived an adventurous life on the road?

Not every trip is an adventure, but every trip is more adventurous than your nine to five with a boring commute and water cooler conversations. After all, the food is good, the drinks are included, and you never know who you're going to meet at the hot tub. After dinner I went up to my room to change and head down to the pool. The memory of that stewardess' foot flooded my minds eye as I pour myself a scotch from the complimentary wet bar. I might not have the biggest dick in the west, but I do admire my erections in the mirror as I sip on my scotch, from time to time. I wondered aloud,

"I wonder where Stacy is now?"

It was a rhetorical though, I reminded myself as I was about to actually ponder what city she might've flown into. I laughed and stroked my cock a few times and then made my way down to the pool with my drink in a spill-almost-proof travel cup to keep my buzz going. I was pleased to see adults only hanging out at the pool. I wagered a guess it was because of it being Wednesday, because even the nicest hotels had kids at the pool on the weekends. I soaked up the various women in their suits, some cheekier than others, almost all were pleasant. I put my drink down and swam a few lazy laps, lying to myself,

I got a workout in on this trip.

It was time for the hot tub! With drink in hand I joined the other three adults in the tub and exchanged the required smiles and hellos before letting my mind wonder again to the stewardess' feet. Hot tubs where pretty safe places for erections, even in swim trunks. I was pulled out of my mental reenactment when two of the three that were in with me got up to leave. You'll see all sorts of swimsuits in a hotel near an international airport, because there are styles from all over the world, and the fit woman getting out of the tub had on a one piece that looked quite conservative from the front, but was a full on g-string that showed off her glorious ass from behind. My boner twitched in appreciation as she walked away before her man's hand squeezed a cheek. I'd hoped that they'd gotten it on up in their room. A good fucking. My new fantasy was him taking her from behind, with the suit on, he just pulled the string out of the way. I was torn out of my reverie by the other dude in the tub.

"They were speaking French."

I smiled and agreed.

"One of them had on a wedding ring, the other didn't."

I laughed and we had a conversation about the thought and concept of an open marriage. It's a tough one for me to have, given that I have one, but my wife is probably nothing like theirs, after all she's not all human. Imagine having a talk in a hot tub with a dud that has a box for a head explaining to you that he's married to a woman that at any given point in time might be a normal housewife or maybe even a werekitten. See? You're asking yourself what the fuck I'm telling you about right now, aren't you? That's not what this story is about though, all in good time. So I tell him,

"If the marriage isn't truly open then it's not open at all. If you get to run around on her, or vice versa, and the same is not true in reverse then that is not an open marriage. That's abusive and that's manipulative cheating. You should be able to have a conversation about your adventures over breakfast, lunch, or dinner. You have to be okay with the reality that right now your wife is ridding another man's dick while you're having a conversation with another dude in a hot tub states away."

I could tell from the look on the man's face that he wasn't comfortable with that notion. It was turning me the fuck on even more than I was before. That's when we got an addition to our hot tub population.

"Hey stranger."

We both looked up at the women walking in wondering if she was talking to either of us.

"You still drinking scotch?"

Yeah, she was talking to me, it was the stewardess from the flight, the one I'd been day dreaming about. I answered,

"Yeah, you're Stacy, right?"

She nodded an affirmative and remarked on my memory. Not many people catch her name, despite the name tag. I told her what I did for a living and all three of us agreed that remembering names was important in sales. For Stacy's part she was not all the way in the hot tub, but sitting on the edge with just her legs in about halfway up to her calves. It hid her feet, but what was showing was a treat. She was in a string bikini, it was white, and it only about covered her breast, and if I had to place a bet on the back? It was either super cheeky or a thong.

"So are you here at this hotel because of the miles program?"

I answered in the affirmative and asked her if the airline set her up at this hotel, too. She said that it had and that she was here often. The traveling life is funny, because we've both been back to that hotel in our travels countless times and have only ran into each other once, maybe twice, more. Either way it was nice to see her this way and I could tell the other dude thought so too. Then it happened, she started a routine where she would lift one of her feet out of the water for a moment, stretch her toes, go back under, and then do it all again with the other foot. Look, I do stare, and I was staring on the plane, but my stare on the plan was that of a man that hadn't had anything to drink, or just started. The staring that followed her current foot play was blatant and obvious.

"I thought so."

Yeah, I was caught looking right into the sun.

"I was busy doing my job on the plane, so I thought you were scoping out my legs and feet while I served drinks, but It's so fucking obvious now. I take it you're a foot man?"

I fessed up right on the spot, even in front of the other dude in the hot tub. I wasn't ashamed of my foot fetish, not sober, not drunk, and certainly not when a woman puts her sexy feet on display like she was. Although I'd be lying if I didn't say I was taken back when she said,

"Alright then foot boy, kiss it!"

My box head moved into action and I planted a kiss right on the ball of her foot, and then the other when she presented it. The other dude watched with saucers for eyes. She wasn't phased that I called her hand, as it was, and slid down further into the hot tub. My eyes turned to saucers, too, when us two men received the revelation that Stacy's little white bikini was transparent when wet.

"Yeah, I didn't know it was transparent when I bought it, but I thought, 'why not,' it's not like I come down to the pool before ten anyway. No kids!"

I smiled and nodded my approval, as did our other friend, who I swear started adding the to volume of the tub with his drool. From that point on the conversations got normal as we all talked about our jobs, the news, and the weather for a while. That's not to say my dick got soft, because it didn't. The entire time I was hard like a rock. I wanted to fuck this women. Then the hot tub jets stopped.

"It must be midnight, they always go off at midnight. I'll hit the switch."

She was right, every time I'd been there, before or since, they went off at midnight and at noon. She got out of the pool and walked to the control switch. That's when I saw that she was wearing a thong. Her glorious ass was in almost full display. Her ass cheeks jiggled every so nicely, then she bent over slightly to manipulate the switch. I licked my lips when just the slightest peek of her asshole had been revealed. I was in heaven, our friend was in heaven too, I could tell from the movement of his arm that he was at least on his way there. Then she turned around.

"All set for another twelve hours!"

Indeed the hot tub was, but I had a feeling our friend wouldn't last that long. Stacy walked back to the tub. We got our first look of her in the wet white transparent bikini, nipples, pussy, and all. I smiled, our friend's arm stopped, and Stacy sat down across from me.

"Kiss my feet again, Boxhead?"

I did, I kissed her feet, both of them, and this time I licked her soles from heel to toes too. She moaned and giggled, the other guy in the tub just moaned. He was getting an interesting show. I took the initiative and really went to town worshiping one of her feet and she responded by rubbing my dick with her other foot, but it was through my trunks and we both wanted more. I used a hand to undo the tie and shimmy my trunks down enough to let my cock free. The feeling of her wet foot on my wet cock was welcomed, indeed. She gave our friend an order,

"Take yours out too."

He did as he was told and pulled his hand out of his trunks, pulled them down, and then continued stroking. Given that the jets were on the view wasn't clear, but from time to time a flash of her foot playing with my hard penis was visible, or him stroking himself. We were both further rewarded as she pulled the triangles of her bikini aside to reveal her perky tits.

"Let my foot go."

I did as I was told and was rewarded with both her feet around my cock.

"Come over here."

Our friend came over and sat next to her, she grabbed his dick and jerked him off while continuing my foot job. The up and down of her arm was enough to clear the top of the water, he was also sitting in front of a jet and that helped, too. I watched her jerk him off and it was an erotic pleasure to see. I took hold of her feet and took control of the foot job, doing one of my favorite things, I fucked her feet. Our friend made an announcement,

"I'm going to cum!"

Her stroking got slower and more intense. He grunted and orgasmed, shooting cum into the hot tub. I was impressed with the load myself, he must have been really turned on and, perhaps, really pent up. He sunk a little into the tub.

"That was amazing. Thank you."

Stacy thanked him too, and asked if he was up for more. His eyes were hopeful but his words were less so.

"I wish I could, I'm sorry."

Stacy took her feet from my cock and gave our friend a hug and a deep kiss saying,

"There's no need to apologize, this was fun."

Our friend collected himself, his stuff, and left the pool area with an exchange of waves.

"I think he really wanted to stay, Mr. Dadbod."

I pulled Stacy closer to me and moved her bikini bottoms aside. She lowered herself onto my erection and ground into me. We fucked in the hot tub with increasing excitement causing the water to really start moving and splashing about. She put her nipple in my mouth and I grabbed her ass.

"Oh fuck yes, suck on my titties Boxhead!"

Going from one nipple to the other while commanding her ass while we fucked was just what it took to bring her to the place she wanted to be. Her body tensed and then I felt a gushing of a different kind of warmth around my cock.

"Cum in me. It's safe."

I continued my nipple sucking and ass mauling on the way to my orgasm and filling her pussy with my lust cream. She took over the movement when I could no longer do it myself and my eyes rolled back into my head with the over simulation. After a moments embrace she whispered into my ear,

"Let's go up to my room."

We managed to pull ourselves together and get our cups from the side of the hot tub. We didn't run into anyone on the way to the elevator and looking in the mirror she realized her left breast was still all the way out.

"Get that for me?"

I bent over and moved her bikini triangle over with my teeth.

"I'm in 716, right over there."

Once inside she poured us both a drink, which we quickly downed and then I pushed her onto her bed, puled her bottoms off, and probed her pussy with my tongue, tasting both her cum and the cream pie I'd just made down in the hot tub. I love eating my own cum out of a woman's pussy and it shows, sometimes resulting in her cumming if I do it right. Now having this box head means I have to spread their legs pretty far and that also gives me access to her ass.

"Oh my fucking god!"

That was my cue, she came again, so my mouth moved to her ass and I starting licking it and she answered my licks with moans. For my part I was ready to screw again. I slid up and took her with a slow and methodical groove, sliding in and out of her while I kissed her neck. She came, I came, and then we passed out.

"Wake up,"

It was her whisper that brought me into the land of the living.

"I thought you might like to do something before I have to leave."

I opened my eyes and saw that she was in nothing but her garter and reinforced stockings, like the ones she had on in the plane.

"I thought you might like to wrap my stocking feet around your morning wood as a breakfast treat? After all you were staring at them almost the entire flight yesterday."

She was right, it was the only thing I wanted that I hadn't gotten yet, other than maybe a blowjob, but winners can't always be choosers. I stood on the bed and she lifted her feet up to me, I took them and fucked them. They were so silky smooth. A goof fifteen minutes later I was ready to cum. She took her feet away from me and got on her knees, engulfed my boner and sucked my dick as my cum shot into her mouth and down her throat. Even though she swallowed I still tasted my cum during our goodbye kiss.

"See you around."

I would see her, to this date, one more time. She went to catch her flight and I went to get cleaned up and changed in my room before enjoying a free day before I flew home.

I'll see you around.