Flight Attendance Part 2 - Lay Over
“Due to a minor technical issue, we regret to inform you that this plane will be grounded for at least seven hours in Singapore while a full check is made, and if necessary a new plane allocated for the onward flight to Sydney.”
This announcement was made after we had successfully landed in Singapore, before disembarkation. I reached for the seat-phone and made a call to Lin, who reminded me of the excellent stopover facilities available at Singapore Changi airport – transit hotel, pool, massage centre, gym. I told her I wished she was here to enjoy it with me, and hinted that I had a very surprising, and sexy, story to tell her about when I returned. “Mmmmm” Lin murmured into my ear, “I do hope you have been managing to enjoy your flight so far!” Damn, that woman was hot for sex, and hot for me to enjoy whatever opportunities presented themselves!
As I left the plane, Gloria was bidding the usual ‘sincere’ farewell to passengers. I was the third person off, after the couple in Row 1. Gloria gave me a huge wink and bade me farewell, hoping I had had an enjoyable flight and that the flight would not be delayed for too long.
I found the transit hotel without any trouble, and after checking in and a shower, decided to have an in-room massage before grabbing some rest. A message phoned through informed me that the delay was likely to be at least twelve hours.
I was laying face down, naked, on the bed when the knock of the masseuse came at the door. “Come in”, I called, not looking up. I was so drowsy I didn’t stir as the masseuse set up her oils and laid out a towel. I had expected to be asked to move onto a portable massage table, but instead, she knelt at the end of the bed and took one foot between her hands and started from there. The foot massage was so relaxing that I momentarily dropped of to sleep; next thing I knew, she was gently pushing my legs apart and starting to apply pressure along my upper legs, moving closer to my ass and inner thighs.
“Wow!” My as yet unseen angel had the most gentle, yet firm hands I had ever known! I was conscious that moisture was starting to bead in my bush, and I was feeling very aroused. Then, in one move, my masseuse pushed her open hand underneath me, cupped my mound, and honed in on my clit! It was electrifying, and I let out a low moan of pleasure.
“Honey”, purred a familiar voice, “Welcome to Singapore!”
My eyes shot open, and I turned my head, to see Gloria! I gasped and then laughed. “How…? What…?”
“I was saying hello to my friend Song-li at reception when she took your booking for a massage. It was a simple matter to slip the masseuse a few dollars more than her charges and take her place. I was hoping we might be able to …”
“Finish what we began?” I asked, turning over and propping myself up on one elbow, and running my other hand across my tits, and taking one nipple and pinching.
“Well, more like fuck each other senseless!” As she said that, Gloria caught my wandering hand in one of hers, and placed her other hand between my snatch.
Gone was any sense of tiredness I might have had. My nipples stood erect, and a shooting wave of arousal pulsed through my clit and reverberated around my box. Even my sphincter muscles tensed and joined in the throb of desire.
Gloria was a tall and statuesque woman, with exceptionally shapely legs, a tight arse and small, but well-defined breasts. She wore an airline uniform, but had changed from the slim black skirt and tight French navy micro-wool fibre top of the female cabin crew into the black suit of her male colleagues! The single-breasted jacket was worn buttoned, but without a shirt, so that her beautiful creamy breasts were exposed as she leaned forward. Her hair was short, well-groomed and dyed brilliantine black, with magenta tips. Before coming to my room she had slicked it back with wet-look gloss. How handsome she would looked – the perfect dyke!
The first thing I did was unbutton her tuxedo-like jacket and push it apart to fully expose her gorgeous tits. How wet I became anticipating gorging on them. I imagined long hours of sucking, licking, flicking and lapping at those beautiful orbs, much less anything else!
Gloria reached into a pocket and drew out two small gold barbells – nipple jewellery. “Can’t wear these in flight – company regulations. They’d show up under the tight top.” She placed them in my open hand. “ Did once, and was grounded without pay or a week. Fortunately the Bitch who dared me to wear them owned up and she was suspended too. We spent a happy week in Paris together!”
I sat up and eased the jacket off her altogether, then, facing her on the bed, played with both her nipples. I took one in my mouth and sucked it out loooooong, pursing my lips and dragging them along it. With one hand I twisted and tweaked the other. Then I took one nipple between my fingers and eased a barbell through the holes in the back of her nip, closed it, and repeated the procedure with her other tit. I then played with them both, dancing the fingers of both hands around her nips, pulling the little rods and then, leaning forward, taking them one at a time between my teeth. With both hands I managed to push her tits close enough together to be able to take both into my mouth at once and begin to pull with my teeth.
Gloria let out a long and loud moan, and squirmed on the bed. I imagined her trousers were getting VERY wet, so I reached down to the fly zip and undid it. She wasn’t wearing any panties, so I was able to ease my hand in and cup her mound, then start to stroke her slit and clit with two fingers. My fingers were very wet as a result, and I could smell her sex-drenched aroma. And that wasn’t all! She had small rings pierced along her labial lips and through her clit hood! Oh, gawd, I just adore piercings. I played with them, putting my little finger into each by turn and tugging gently. This released more wetness from her – she was slick and as wet as can be!
I moved and pushed her fully on to the bed, then unbuttoned her waist band, and, standing at her feet, pulled her trousers down and off. Gloria now matched my nakedness. She reached her hands up and pulled me by the tits on top of her. Then she flipped me over onto my back and lay on top of me. You can’t keep a Butch down for long! Propping herself up on her hands, she allowed her tits to rub mine, and ground her mound against mine.
