The Flight Attendant.
I met her on a plane as I was riding on a trip for work. She was around 5 and a half feet tall. Her hair was brown, and was a bit tousled from a long day of work. Her eyes work dark brown, and her lips were full and pouty. The uniform shirt she was wearing was tight against her curves, especially her ass, which was bubbly in the best way.
She smiled at me as soon as I was on the flight, and before long we were flirting away, despite her wedding ring. The hours slipped away, and as I continued to see her pass me, the dark skirt she was wearing seemed to be moving higher and higher. I was making no effort to hide the bulge in my pants, but it was a little uncomfortable to continue to sit on a plane.
Eventually the plane landed, and I de-planed, disappointed that I didn't have the opportunity to do anything further. But as I started to roll out if the plane, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around, and I saw a different flight attendant. She handed me a note, glanced pointedly at my bulging cock, and moved back into the plane.
Grinning, I unfolded the napkin, seeing a name and a number. I pulled it open as I rolled my bag through the airport. It was short and sweet - just her name and number.
I typed Daisy's number into my phone and slowly typed a message. "It was great meeting you tonight. I couldn't help but notice your wedding ring. Are you sure you want to do this?"
A few minutes later, as I sat in the back of my Uber on the way to the hotel, my phone buzzed. Daisy had responded. Flicking the message open, smile growing as I read the words on the screen.
"Trust me, if I missed out on what you obviously have, he would be more disappointed than anyone."
Before I could respond, my phone buzzed again. This time it was a picture. She was standing in the bathroom at the airport, skirt hiked up to show her black thong underneath. "Think you can handle this" was the caption that accompanied the picture.
"I think the better question is whether you'll be able to handle me. I'm staying at the Hyatt - are you interested in having a drink with me?"
"I think we can skip the drink."
"If you say so. I'll send you my room number."
Thirty minutes later, I was waiting in my room. Other than taking a quick snap shot of my bulge and sending it to her with my room number as the caption it had been crickets in the last half hour. Just when I was assuming her nerves had gotten the better of her, a soft knock came at the door.
She walked in, looking a little flushed in the cheeks and still with her uniform on. "I just got off the phone with my husband." She turned and glanced up at me as she put her hair into a ponytail. "Wow. You're taller than I though you were. Guess that tracks." She shook her head, and then continued. "Anyway, I let him know about you, which is our normal agreement, but he wants pictures and maybe videos. Is that ok?"
"Of course. You can take whatever you want." I ran my hand down her back and pulled her against me, letting her feel my want. My hand slid down and cupped that bulbous ass, and a soft moan escaped her mouth.
"What I want..." She began, and then stopped. She glanced up at me again. "Sorry. I still get nervous at this part."
My response was to tilt her face gently towards mine, and to softly begin to kiss her lips. She sagged into my hands as my tongue pushed into her mouth, but I held her firmly against me as we kissed - deeply, passionately. Her eyes fluttered open as I broke the kiss and smiled down at her.
She sank to her knees in front of me, and her trembling hands started to unzip my pants. But I placed a hand on hers, and she looked up at me, startled. "Your phone? Or mine?" She blinked twice and then unlocked her phone and handed it to me before tugging down my pants.
My cock, already at its full length from the soft kisses of this shy wife, stuck straight out from me. I snapped a picture of her stunned reaction and navigated to her most recent call - sending the picture of Daisy's face to her husband Jon.
