Hello fellow readers. This is my 1st ever submission for any writing anywhere, so I hope you all enjoy. Feedback is always welcome and appreciated! Happy Reading!!!
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"Good evening, Captain" Vickie smiled as William boarded the plane. He paused, admiring the lovely flight attendant he had the pleasure of working with nightly.
"Good evening to you too, Ms Lopez," he smiled back. This was their final flight together before Vickie went on her long deserved vacation. She couldn't help but feel safe with Captain Douglas. After all, they have flown together for the last 7 years with a flawless flight record for safety.
William continued into the cockpit of the plane as Vickie prepared to greet the passengers. She straightened her black skirt over her 38 inch hips and nicely curved ass. She loved the way her thighs would tingle from the skirt's fabric rubbing against her thonged ass. Checking to make sure her blue blouse was as a crisp as could be, she arched her shoulders in her mirror. Her full 36c breasts strained against the silk material holding them back. She shook her hands through her long black hair lightly. Her suntanned Latin skin made a perfect blend with the colors of her uniform. "It's time," she grinned.
The sounds of anxious feet were quickly revealed to be the first of the excited passengers to board the plane. "HELLO, and Welcome aboard flight 916 from Nashville, TN to Miami, Florida. My name is Vickie and I will be your head flight attendant tonight." Vickie smiled as each person of different sizes, backgrounds, and even genders were pleased to see a lovely attendant to greet them on their vacation flight.
Each passenger casually boarded, played the hunting game for their seats, and nestled in for the late-night trip. "Excuse me, um, Vickie?" a mature but young looking, light skinned black young man stopped in front of her like she was an angel. He was dressed in neatly pressed kakis and a blue and white button down shirt that fit perfectly over his broad shoulders. This did little to hide the slight trembling of the man's fit physique. Vickie noticed the beads of nervous sweat appearing along his clean-cut short hairline. He was arguably the sexiest man on the plane tonight which made her heart race.
"Uh... yes sir... Good evening. What can I do you for? OH! I MEAN what can I do for you?" She corrected her slip.
It was quick, but the slip stunned him for a few seconds. Then he was able to muster, "I've never flown before. Anything you can do to calm me down?" A fake smile barely hid the fear he tried to hold back. The mixture of his good looks, subconscious flirting, and the faint scent of the local airport bar overwhelmed her.
"Let me check your ticket and I will make sure you are taken care of," she finally responded.
Hmm what an interesting way of words he thought as he eagerly let Vickie check his ticket. "I'm Brandon by the way, nice to see and meet you" he added as he wiped a slight nervous sweat from his brow.
She handed him a couple napkins and said "Have a seat and I will bring you something before take-off."
Pleased at her response, Brandon walked carefully to his seat. This gave Vickie the satisfaction of watching his nice ass walk away. She sighed as he sat in his aisle seat all alone. She closed and locked the cabin door behind the last passenger and began her first walk through of the plane to make sure everyone was situated, but her focus was on Brandon. Their eyes locked on each other as she walked to him with a smile.
Stopping at his seat, Vickie noticed his seat belt was fastened so tight it made his personal package begin to bulge. Her own sweet spot between her legs began to get moist. She leaned over him, her cleavage almost directly in his face and fastened the empty seatbelt in the window seat next to him.
"Are you ok, Brandon? No one flying with you tonight?" she asked with a motherly tone and purposefully hovering her breasts mere inches from his full lips. He tried not to stare, but her perfume made the view that much more intoxicating.
Noticing her white silk bra peeking back at him, he responded "Um, I am a little more relaxed now and this will be a solo virgin flight for me."
Vickie grinned at Brandon's innocent yet inviting response. "Well we are not full tonight so if it would make you feel better you can sit by me in the back. That way I can give you more personal attention." She knew this was going to be all it took to gain his agreement for some fun.
"Sure that sounds great" he replied as he unbuckled his seat belt to follow the sexy Latina to her waiting seat. She could feel his eyes burning a stare at her switching ass as she led the way.
As they approached the last 2 seats on the plane, she advised him to take the window seat in case she was called upon. As instructed, he sat and quickly fastened the seat belt again. Vickie sat in the aisle seat, and fastened her own belt. She couldn't help but notice the bulge had returned.
As the plane sped down the runway lifting into the air, Brandon's nervous grip tightened on the arm rest. Vickie placed her hand on his leg to assure him they would be safe. With the lights dimming in the plane as it reached its cruising altitude, Brandon returned the gesture placing his hand on her skirted leg. A growing desire increased between the new friends. Each gave the other a squeeze when the fasten seat belts sign was turned off.
Vickie playfully unbuckled Brandon's seat belt and rested her hand on his concealed bulge. His black cock began to grow with the anticipation of what things were about to cum. She could almost feel his racing pulse right through his pants. This first physical contact magically connected his growing desires with her sensitive nipples.
Reluctantly, Vickie said, "I need to make sure everyone is cozy for our flight." She stood up, and reached into the overhead compartment and laid a blanket across Brandon's lap concealing her new boy-toy's excitement. She then joined Donna in pushing the drink cart through the aisle for any thirsty passengers.
Brandon did not try to hide the fact he was watching Vickie guide the cart backwards from the front of the plane back towards the small storage area directly behind their seats. He really admired her curves and wished he had x-ray eyes trying to see at least a hint of panty line through her skirt. He concluded she must be wearing a thong.
Stopping the cart to serve the young couple seated in the second to last row of seats, Vickie bent over as she handed the drinks to them. Brandon couldn't restrain himself any longer and placed a hand right up her skirt onto her inner thigh. Surprisingly she did not stop him but instead began a little small talk with the couple distracting them from the strong black hand sliding further up her smoothly shaved legs. His other hand gripped his growing tool hidden under the blanket.
