Oh god I was ready to burst. How did I ever let this get so far out of hand?
The flight attendant had been on my case for months. We'd flown together about 10 times on this account, with our trips spaced out several weeks apart. Both of us were married, but of course, not to each other. The luck of the draw had meant that Kristi and I had been teamed up, together with another pilot, almost every time. She was new on the account and very eager to impress everyone. The others couldn't help but be impressed.......especially by her delectable bod.
Kristi was young, asian, and over-the-top cute. A bubbly personality, tiny features, and a penchant for wearing tight clothes, made her an irresistable eye-magnet. Even for me, I couldn't resist staring at her incredibly cute, round ass when she wore those black tights to clean the aircraft. Awesome.
I had at least a decade on her, and more importantly, a terrific wife that was the best in the world. Moreover, every flight attendant that I'd ever met, of which there were many, had never, ever caught my interest. I found every one of them to be either annoying or burdensome. This little chicky, Kristi, however, had locked up my eyes when we first met, and her perky demeanor had captivated me from every second from then on. And that ass........
Contrary to popular opinion, flight attendants seldom pursue the pilots they work with. In my case, in spite of my disinterest, there had been a couple of occasions over the years where I realized a flight attendant was trying to let me know that I had "a chance". But, especially after I got married, I had never even acknowledged that I noticed, because I simply couldn't stand being around them after our work was done. With Kristi though, I didn't believe the interest she had in me was anything other than work-related. Therefore, as time went on, and we spent more time on the road together, she got closer without any obstructions from me. At night, she'd usually join the other pilot and myself at the bar, but seldom have more than one beer with us. Whenever she left us to go to her room for the night, the other pilot, no matter who it was, would always admire her disappearing ass and smile at me. They knew I was a very lucky sob to get to work with Kristi on a regular basis.
On this week's trip, the other pilot was Jason. I'd never met the young guy before, but we got along great from the start. He was pretty inexperienced on this aircraft, but a quick learner with a good attitude and open personality. Nothing seemed to escape the scrutiny of his bright baby-blue eyes. He was very clean-cut, in spite of sporting unfashionably long hair. However, with wavy blond locks, carefully cut to guarantee a wind-blown look, he was probably incredibly handsome to most women. This was reinforced by a voice-message I got by mistake on my hotel room phone, but more about that later.
Our stint together had started out a couple of days ago with three quick flights, and then nothing. We'd spent the last 4 days in the same hotel, occasionally going out to the plane to clean it and do some simple maintenance. Today, while Jason and I were doing stuff in the cabin, I had had to go up to the cockpit several times to get things. Each time, I'd had to squeeze past Kristi who was working in the galley, but she was always so considerate and helpful to stop her work to let me pass. But she was wearing those damn black leotards again. Hot damn! After passing her several times, it occurred to me that I still hadn't noticed what top she was wearing.......or even if she was wearing a top! This time when I passed behind her, she suddenly had to move to avoid a ground worker who was climbing onto the plane. Her butt smashed right into me. Lucky for me that she was so short that her butt was only high enough to hit my thighs, because I could feel an embarrasing bulge in my pants. As soon as I got to the cockpit, I tried to compose myself and think about dull, boring topics to dispel my spontaneous state of arousal. After a few minutes, I was ready to return to the cabin, but totally unprepared for what was about to happen.
Approaching the galley, my eyes immediately captured Kristi's ass pointing straight into the air. She was bent over, straight-legged, examining something in a box on the floor, pointing her perfect ass directly in my direction. Hormones overwhelmed my senses, screaming at me to run up and ram my cock right through that stretchy man-made fibre. I took a couple of steps forward, steeling myself to maintain control, just as the object of my stare began to sway and dance. As my jaw dropped in surprise, my eyes did too.......to discover Kristi's smiling eyes laughing at me from her upside-down face near the floor. I'm sure my face went beet red as I quickly brushed past her and fled into the cabin.
In the afternoon, back at the hotel, I spent some time reading and doing some work on the computer. When I got up to go for some coffee, I looked out my window to admire the beautiful view. The mountains and ocean looked awesome every time I saw them, but down below at the pool, there were some pretty interesting mountains too. I picked out Kristi almost immediately, mostly because her tiny frame was lounging on a chaise beside another one bearing a giant. The giant, of course, was Jason. His lanky young frame looked to be about 10 feet long, instead of the actual six-and-a-half or so that it really was. Kristi looked good in her fuscia bikini, even though it was out of fashion now, but my eyes picked out some other tantalizing figures too. Of course, there were the typical fat slobs, female and male, scattered around, but I also saw a couple of very hot girls in skimpy suits and a few, smoothly-muscled males: those kind of men that like to show off their well-honed bodies while making guys like me feel old and fat. Turning to go get dressed, I noticed my hotel room message light flashing. I picked up the handset and pushed the button to listen.
"You have one new message in your voicemail. New Message. Hey Jace....when are you coming up to fuck my brains out? I am so fucking ready to suck your beautiful cock.....'cause I'm already touching myself....I am soooooo wet......get the fuck up here and give me what I need. To save this message, press 7. To delete this message, press 1."
I pressed the number 1. I was so shocked that my knees gave out, dropping me into the desk chair. Damn! I wanted to hear Kristi's sex-starved voice again, but it was gone forever. I rolled the chair slowly over to the window. Looking down, the view of my two co-workers came into focus, but my shaking head could not match them to what I'd just heard. They both appeared to be asleep on their chairs, no doubt exhausted by their illicit bedroom antics while I'd been working in my room. I leaned back in my chair with my eyes closed, visualizing Kristi sitting astride a supine Jason, riding him like a wild cowgirl on her first stallion. It was only natural that my hand slid into my pants to comfort my throbbing rod while several more vivid images floated across my brain.
I luxuriated in the grasp of my fingers, rather than urging myself to seek release. I gave myself several long, slow pulls, separated by seconds of interminable anticipation, entertaining myself with an imagination that ran wild with Kristi and Jason. Rising to my feet, I opened my eyes to lock on their sundrenched figures below, stroking myself now without hesitation. With two fast, very hard pulls, I whipped my offending hand away and thrust my hardness forward, slamming into the window. I couldn't restrain a cry of pain, but that was quickly replaced by inward rejoicing. The pain had the desired effect; it obliterated my arousal and all thoughts of Kristi and Jason. I got a cold, wet cloth in the bathroom and dabbed my complaining equipment.
By the time we met for dinner that night, Kristi and Jason were already pretty happy. The combination of sun, swimming, and a couple of margaritas had Kristi, in particular, feeling no pain. It was the same for Jason, and happily, he was also more talkative than usual. Whether I imagined it or not, I was certain that Kristi was giving me more eye contact than normal: and that would be a lot. More than once, her hand briefly dropped onto mine on the table as she talked. Jason noticed a couple of times, but seemed to be completely disinterested in the fact. I watched Kristi's eyes when Jason left for the restroom. She looked him over like a piece of rare steak. She caught my eye then, but rather than turning pink, she merely giggled.
"He's kinda cute," she apologized softly, giggling even more. "I don't think I want to know." I tried to sound neutral, not wanting to come across like a disapproving parent, but also trying to let her know that I had no interest in her affairs. "Oh really?" Kristi's almond eyes were wide, with arched eyebrows to accentuate her disbelief. The lips parted slightly to blind me with pearly even teeth as a mischievous smile expanded her small mouth. She knew I was lying. I couldn't help but smile helplessly back at her.
We had no flight scheduled for the next day, so after dinner we followed our ears to the music that was playing in the hotel. I bought drinks for all of us, only to discover that Kristi had dragged Jason onto the small dance floor. I found a spot in a corner and downed most of my beer before they found me. Kristi was a little out of breath, but she took a very unladylike gulp from her drink.
"C'mon," she urged, grabbing my hand. With surprising force, this little girl pulled me through the crowd.
We had to dance close, since there was very little room to move, and it was very difficult to keep my eyes away from her bucking hips. Her smile never wavered as she locked up my eyes while she danced, occasionally bumping right into me without apology. I'd never danced with her before and quickly found myself mesmerized by her seductive behaviour. She grabbed my hips and pulled me tightly against her as a slow piece started. Grinding away unashamedly, she practically dry-humped me on the dance floor. Her smile never let me go.
To say that I didn't enjoy this would be to deny my existence. Alcohol was now beginning to affect me too, but I was all too happy to take whatever she was offering. It occurred to me that she was simply teasing me, and that possibility made me relax the most. The alternative was both exciting and unnerving. Feeling me push back at her, Kristi slid her hands up from my hips to my arms and then to the sides of my head. With our groins glued to each other, she pulled my face a little closer to hers while our eyes eliminated the existence of all other dancers. Kristi's smile was clenched now, and her eyes softened while blazing with heat. I would have had to have been dead to resist kissing her.
She smiled and turned her face at the last possible second. My lips had barely touched hers at the instant she backed off, placing a tender index finger on my lips and beaming at me. She turned her whole body then, in time to the music, until her back, and ass, was pressed tightly into me. Her smile kept me from feeling embarassed about the kiss I'd just blown, as well as encouraging me to keep my obvious hardon tight against her ass.
The set abruptly ended. As the dancers around us started clapping, Kristi flung her arms up over my shoulders to pull me down for a long, deep kiss. Her lips were so soft, her tongue so deft yet timid, that I gave myself totally to her. She led and I followed, and I loved it.
