My wife Nicole is a stewardess. The pay is OK and the hours are pretty lousy. Recently, though, Nicole has been bringing in some serious money.
She has started dressing as sexy as she can in her airline uniform. She tries to wear the shortest skirt showing as much leg as she can, and she leaves her neck open showing just a hint of cleavage.
Whenever she sees a man sitting alone in first class, she tries to give him as many glipses of her chest as possible - bending over while pouring
him coffee, and other such stuff. She chats him up as much as possible, and at a safe moment during the flight sits down next to him and makes conversation.
After a few minutes, during which the man will catch minute glimpses of the tops of her breasts, and no doubt steal some glimpses at her crossed legs, she will make her move. she will suggest they spend some time in the back of the airplane. You know, a trip in first class may easily cost thousands of dollars. She'll offer him a nice blow job for a thousand and will let him fuck her in the airplane bathroom for two grand. There's a credit card machine on the plane that allows the airline company to charge the passenger extra fees - and she uses it to make them pay right then and there.
She tells me about all of her encounters, usually as she rides my hard cock. Right nowshe's telling me about the latest guy - a black guy who looked like he was in his thirties.
"You know, honey, I wasn't going to do it - you know I think blacks are repulsive and gross - but he started flirting with me first. So two minutes after I sat next to him, he puts his hand on my leg. I told him three times my regular price - and he agreed. Honey, he paid me six grand for a fuck!"
"Oh honey he really banged me hard against the door of that plane bathroom. His cock was huge and he plunged it pretty deep in me. He unbuttoned my
blouse and was rougly groping my breasts the whole time. I kept telling him to slow down but he just kept fucking me hard."
