The thing that caught my attention was her ass. The blond First Class stewardess on the flight to Vegas had a marvelous butt and the tight uniform she wore showed it off. It was the first time I'd found a stewardess uniform provocative - so it must have been that woman's ass, not the uniform. I had a great view from my aisle seat in Row 5.
I'm definitely an "ass person." I'm not interested in any old ass; a cute butt on a man is OK but what arouses me is the behind of an attractive woman. I am mostly involved with a man now but I've always enjoyed getting it on with another woman - their bodies are so much smoother and prettier than a man's body. And they taste marvelous! Of course sucking a man's cock is great for the guy, but I get much more pleasure from going down on a woman - kissing and licking all around her pussy and then nibbling on her clit. A female lover can take me to a special place that a man can't reach.
I kissed by boyfriend Richard just before the flight to Las Vegas took off. I would be there for a 3-day visit to a client. These trips are usually a bore. I took my seat in First Class and settled down for the 5-1/2 hour trip from JFK, with magazines and newspapers because I can't sleep on plane flights.
As she moved and stretched up front in the process of preparing drinks and food, I could see the movement of that beautiful butt under her uniform. It excited me to think of feeling her firm ass cheeks and exploring all her private places.
After dinner the lights were turned low to let passengers sleep.
With two hours left to go in the flight, all food and drinks had been served. The stewardess crew were chatting while sitting in the service section by the First Class johns.
I wondered if she could feel my intense gaze and realize that I staring at her. I was in my own world of sexual fantasy in the midst of sleeping passengers in the darkened cabin. I sat with half-closed eyes picturing what I would like to do with her when we got to Vegas. I started to get wet while focusing on her ass. I conjured up mental images of scenes from a hotel room in Vegas involving the two of us.
I was so horny that I felt it worthwhile trying to score with her, despite the probability that it wouldn't work out. I had nothing to lose, and maybe some great sex to gain.
I went forward, as if to use the john, and started a conversation with the blond whose ass had captured my imagination as I sat in Row 5. She seemed willing to talk and I found out quite a bit about her. Her name was Ingrid. She was from Sweden and loved the climate, beaches, and lifestyle in southern California. Ingrid had been flying the Vegas-JFK run for six months. As we talked I focused on her face and eyes, all the while thinking about how she would look naked in bed with me. I had never before been so hot about any woman! So I was very pleased when she accepted my invitation to have a drink with me when we reached Vegas.
Upon leaving the terminal together we headed to the bar at my hotel. We sat at a small table in a back corner, so close together that our knees touched. I didn't pull back and neither did she. She put a hand on my knee as we talked, which turned me on. I extended my hand to her knee in return, and I slowly moved it up under her skirt as we talked. She didn't try to stop my hand. Her panties were already wet, a promising sign of her feelings about the evening to come.
I withdrew my hand and licked it; she tasted pink to me. She leaned closer and brushed my cheek with her lips. My lips met hers in a soft kiss. I opened my lips and explored her mouth with my tongue. Her lips parted in response and our tongues met. The tongues were creatures touching, exploring, and fondling each other. Nobody else in the bar seemed to notice or care that the two women at the corner table were kissing. The waiter who came with the bill had probably seen far stranger things in Vegas than two young women kissing - he just wished us, "Have a good night", as I paid the bill.
We went up to my room after I paid the bar bill. We were alone in the elevator - as soon as the door closed we embraced. I put one hand on her ass. It felt as good as it had looked on the flight out. For an ass person like me it was exciting to finally caress the object of my desire.
I didn't realize until we got into my room that I hadn't made a conquest at all. She'd been interested in getting me into bed since we talked on the flight from JFK. Ingrid was way ahead of me and led the lovemaking. I am usually the aggressor in fem sex, but this time I was delighted to follow the lead of this enchanting creature.
