"Excuse me, sir, my name is Yumiko and it would be my pleasure to serve you. Would you like some water to drink?" I asked the extremely handsome middle-aged man sitting in front of me as he relaxed in one of our luxurious first-class seats.
"Yes actually, thanks," he responded in a deep voice.
It was the start of service for a long international flight, which meant it was going to be a long shift too. Our airline prided itself on service, so we were trained to proactively go to our guests and offer them drinks before they even had to ask. This was especially true for our first-class passengers.
Keeping a polite smile on my face, I handed him a glass of water and found myself immediately captivated by his bright blue eyes. I don't think I ever saw blue eyes as bright as his before and I found myself mesmerized. When I realized that I was staring, I also noticed that he was staring right back at me. Looking away, I felt myself slightly blush and released the glass that he was already holding, but not before I just happened to notice he wasn't wearing a wedding ring.
"Please let me know if you need anything else!" I said softly in great English, but with a clear accent, before leaning back and walking away.
Once out of sight in the front galley of the plane, I winced at how awkward I acted. It was unusual to see such an attractive, and single, man riding in first class like this. I guessed that he was probably in his late 40's, but he still looked like he was in his prime and, frankly, looked better than most guys half his age. His upper body was covered with large muscles that were clearly visible through his form-fitting shirt and it was clear he took great care of his body. Not only that, but he didn't seem to have any wrinkles on him and it was only his salt-and-pepper hair that gave away his age.
Still imagining his bright blue eyes, I was slightly startled when I suddenly heard Usagi come up behind me and say, "Yumiko, did you finish serving drinks already?"
Feeling flustered, I stuttered briefly before responding, "Yes."
I was trying to act like everything was normal, but it seemed like she knew something was off. She was my best friend since middle school, and she probably knew me better than I did myself. We were so close and so inseparable that after school, we became roommates, and later, we even became coworkers as stewardesses working for the same airline.
Being able to read me so easily, she quickly followed up, "Why are you acting so weird?"
"No, it's nothing," I softly said with a fake smile and tried to wave her off.
"That means it's definitely something. What is it?" she said as she stepped over closer to me.
"I don't know what you mean..."
"C'mon, Yumiko. You know you're terrible at hiding things, so tell me already!!"
"Ok! Fine! Did you see that really cute guy in the last row?" I said sheepishly.
She shook her head and feeling slightly embarrassed, I pulled her with me as we walked to one side of the galley to look down the aisle. We both peered out from the corner and stared at the handsome guy with hypnotizing blue eyes. Realizing that Usagi didn't seem like she was going to stop staring, I pulled back into the galley and out of sight of the passengers.
"Oh wow, he is super cute. No wonder you're all hot and bothered," she said softly with a tinge of amusement in her voice.
"I am not! He just...has really beautiful eyes," I said, trying not to blush again.
"Yeah, sure. Beautiful eyes...a handsome face, and a hot body..."
I gasped and playfully slapped her arm while saying her name, "Usagi!"
"What? Am I wrong?" she quipped back.
Smiling to myself, I looked away and started to prepare some items in the galley. She wasn't wrong, but I didn't want her to know that. I always hoped to meet a successful, single, and slightly older hot guy on a flight but I always just thought it was a flight of fancy.
"If you can't stop thinking about him, you should go over there and talk to him," she responded excitedly.
"Are you serious? He probably doesn't even find me attractive," I replied almost in a whisper.
"Yumiko, are you crazy? Every guy finds you attractive," she said in a deadly serious voice.
I knew she was just being a good friend, but she wasn't lying either. While I was excellent at my job, one of the reasons I was promoted to serving first class at a young age of 21 was that guys loved flirting with me. I had a small, cute face, decently sized C-cup breasts, silky black hair, and a thin figure. I was a little bit on the taller side at 5'5", but that height also gave me a pair of long legs that men seemed to crave, further accentuated by the 2-inch heels I was wearing.
What really made me popular though was my large butt. It looked huge on my thin Asian frame and the pencil skirt that was part of my uniform highlighted it very well. I knew a lot of girls would kill for a body like mine, but I was usually embarrassed by it. My personality was timid, shy, and introverted, and I usually didn't like the attention it gave me. Thankfully, my uniform was otherwise very plain and the button-up shirt and blazer hid the rest of my body.
"You're being ridiculous, Usagi. He probably has a girlfriend or something," I said, trying to brush off her comment.
Right when I finished talking, there was a ding in the galley from a call button, and when we both looked at the board, it was coming from his seat. We slowly turned our heads to look back at each other and she had the widest grin I ever saw on her face.
"Seems like he can't stop thinking about you either," she said playfully and I felt myself blush again.
Sticking my tongue out at her, I turned and walked out of the galley, heading down the aisle to his seat. With each step in my heels, I felt my heart beat a little faster in my chest and I was surprised that I was so nervous seeing him again. Lightly shaking my head, I put on my professional and polite smile as I approached his seat.
Turning off the call button, I leaned forward and said, "Hello again, may I help you with something?" I said with my accent which often made me shy when talking to international passengers.
"Oh yeah, I was hoping to get a refill of my water," he said in a kind, warm voice.
Glancing down at his glass I saw that it was still half full and I felt my heart beat even faster when I replied, "Of course, one moment please."
Walking back to the galley, I opened a cabinet in order to reach for the pitcher of water. My hand was slightly trembling and I was surprised that he was having such an impact on me. Calming myself down, I grabbed the pitcher and pulled it down.
"So, what did he want?" my friend said, still hanging around the galley.
"He just wanted a refill of his water."
"Was his glass even empty?"
I glared at my best friend and she walked away with an amused look on her face. Sighing to myself, I made sure my black hair was still in a perfect, tight bun behind my head before I turned around and started to walk down the aisle. Just like earlier, my heart was beating fast in my chest and I had to focus on making sure I took each step carefully. Reaching him, I smiled politely and went to refill his glass that was sitting in a cup holder near his lap.
While tipping the pitcher forward, I noticed something large and clearly outlined by his form-fitting joggers. Oh my god. No way...that couldn't be. There was no way that could be his cock. It was way too big. Did he have something else inside his pants? He had to, right? There was no way his dick could be that big, could it? My focus suddenly snapped back to his glass of water and I realized that it was about to overflow when I quickly stopped pouring.
I pulled the pitcher back and raised my head to politely smile at him when I saw him smiling at me with a pleased look on his face. For a moment, my brain started to panic. Wait, was he looking at me like that because he noticed me staring at his crotch? I only looked for a few moments! Did he really notice? Would I have to apologize?
"Thanks, Yumiko. I'm Tyler by the way," he said, breaking the silence.
"Nice to meet you Tyler. It'll be my pleasure to serve you on your flight today," I said cheerfully while moving a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
Turning around, I briskly walked back to the galley, completely embarrassed by my behavior. Fortunately, Usagi wasn't around to see me so flustered. I put the water pitcher back and I gripped the counter while I tried to regain my composure. My breathing was quick and my heart was beating rapidly. The more I tried to calm down, the more I thought about what was hidden underneath his pants. My imagination was like a run-a-away train and I couldn't help but fantasize about him having a huge cock. How long it was, how hard it could get, how thick...
I was finally able to rein in my overactive mind and mentally reprimanded myself for thinking about something so dirty. I realized years ago that I was much hornier than most other women. I often caught myself fantasizing about sex and was always embarrassed by it. I knew it was inappropriate in my culture, but I couldn't help myself. My constant yearnings eventually drove me to have sex in high school, but I was so ashamed of it, I never did it again. Instead, I was a closet degenerate. I owned multiple toys and read more porn manga comics than I would ever admit.
Surprisingly, this was also the reason that Usagi and I were so close. She was just as much of a degenerate as me, but she totally accepted it. While I was bashful and shy about it, she was proud and vocal about her desires. She had no problem flirting with guys and talking about the most inappropriate things. I was a little jealous of her confidence, but I enjoyed the fact that I had someone I could talk to, confide in, and joke about these kinds of things with.
Thankfully, I heard another call button and it was a welcome distraction. I started to help some other passengers and when I was busy preparing for food service later, I finally felt my heart return to normal. Another couple of hours into the flight, the food was prepared, and we started to serve our first-class passengers. When it was time to serve Tyler, I made sure to not make the same mistake twice. I placed his food down and stared at it to make sure my eyes didn't wander. I smiled politely at him and immediately walked away.
About an hour later, it was time to pick up the meals we left. Making my way down the aisle, I collected the leftover food and when I got to Tyler again, I noticed that he seemed to have fallen asleep after eating. I leaned down to grab his leftover food when my eyes widened and I completely froze. Oh my god. This can't...I had to be dreaming.
Something thick and hard was clearly straining against his pants and it was impossible not to notice. It had to be his cock, but how? That thing had to be as long as my forearm! The longer I stared, the harder my heart pounded in my chest. My arousal skyrocketed and my hands trembled slightly from the sudden rush. I glanced up and breathed a sigh of relief that his eyes were still closed.
Lifting my jaw off the floor, I picked up his food and walked it back to the galley. While properly disposing of his and other passengers' food, my mind went into a wild frenzy of imagination. Everything from touching, to licking, to fucking his insanely big cock entered my brain. Shame washed over me, but it did nothing to stop my fantasies.
My arousal flourished, causing my nipples to harden against my lacey bra and I felt my skimpy thong become damp. While I never outwardly dressed provocatively, I secretly loved wearing risque lingerie. I liked how it made me feel sexy, even if no one would ever see it. Having such little material covering my most private parts always sent a shiver down my spine too.
Once I was done with the food, I couldn't help but wonder if I could get another look at that insanely large dick. Standing to the side of the galley, I looked down the aisle, and even at this distance, I could easily pick out his raging cock as it strained against his joggers. I absentmindedly started biting my lip and felt my hand grip my arm tightly.
"What are you staring at?" I heard Usagi whisper next to me and I was so lost in my thoughts that she caused me to jump slightly.
Blushing deeply, I walked deeper into the galley and tried to act like I had tasks to do even though I was clearly only doing busy work when she followed me and said, "Yumiko, I know that look. You were lost in some dirty fantasy, weren't you? What was it?"
